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unbowed, unbent, unbroken
Who: Oberyn Martell; OPEN
Where: Touring market and library domes ending up at a bar
What: Arrival/Get settled
When: 05/15 to 05/18
Warnings: Talk of death, will update
Generally, any first-time experiences are always going to be memorable, especially when it's someone's first time in the multiverse; a place that the Dornish prince couldn't even fathom, let alone imagine. And contrary to what most might guess, Oberyn took it rather well, all things considered. In fact, there seems to be a more intense rage in remembering the Mountain sitting on top of him, when everything went dark and he realized his fate. But there is also a great sense of satisfaction in knowing what will become of the murderer. Manticore poison was the deadliest and there was no doubt that the days following would be pure agony before he, too, would die.
All of it was taken in or as best as one could manage without looking overwhelmed. He asks questions of those who look to have answers, though mostly he moves about, looking, watching, trying to learn his new surroundings. He spends a couple of hours at the library, pulling books on topics he's never known to even exist; his trip to the market ending similarly.
It's at a tavern where Oberyn finally begins to relax. The wine was nothing in comparison to what they had back in Dorne, but it was better than nothing.
Where: Touring market and library domes ending up at a bar
What: Arrival/Get settled
When: 05/15 to 05/18
Warnings: Talk of death, will update
Generally, any first-time experiences are always going to be memorable, especially when it's someone's first time in the multiverse; a place that the Dornish prince couldn't even fathom, let alone imagine. And contrary to what most might guess, Oberyn took it rather well, all things considered. In fact, there seems to be a more intense rage in remembering the Mountain sitting on top of him, when everything went dark and he realized his fate. But there is also a great sense of satisfaction in knowing what will become of the murderer. Manticore poison was the deadliest and there was no doubt that the days following would be pure agony before he, too, would die.
All of it was taken in or as best as one could manage without looking overwhelmed. He asks questions of those who look to have answers, though mostly he moves about, looking, watching, trying to learn his new surroundings. He spends a couple of hours at the library, pulling books on topics he's never known to even exist; his trip to the market ending similarly.
It's at a tavern where Oberyn finally begins to relax. The wine was nothing in comparison to what they had back in Dorne, but it was better than nothing.
market
In fact, the last time she'd seen him had been at Joffrey's wedding. She'd heard of the sacrifice he'd made, his attempts to bring the Mountain down. She was sure it was more that which drove him to be Tyrion's champion. All the same, she felt that she owed it to speak to him. Finishing paying for some new beads and threads for her embroidery- her brother had her making something for a girl(!!)(??)- she approached him carefully.
"Prince Oberyn," she said, bowing her head in in greeting. "It's been some time. I should thank you, for taking on the defense of Tyrion- and, by extension, myself."
Re: market
He notices Sansa before her approach and offers a nonchalant smile in greeting, expression shifting into one of unconcern.
"There is no reason to thank me, Lady Sansa. I had my reasons as I am sure you already knew," Oberyn replies, knowing that many likely knew those reasons. "You look well. It must be a relief to be out of the Lannister's hold."
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"All the same. You made a great sacrifice." But he had also gotten his revenge.
"It was, though there are worse monsters than lions outside the gates of the Red Keep." She's in no rush to speak about her second husband, the one who still haunts her every moment. So she pushes past it, moving on to a better topic.
"My brothers, Robb and Jon are both here, as well as Theon Greyjoy, though I do not believe you ever had the pleasure of meeting them."
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Besides, what else was there to do in this place?
Usually she found herself alone but today there was a new face. Maybe today would be a more exciting day than she thought.
"How's the wine?"
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"Terrible," he answers, lifting one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. "But it is better than nothing."
He looks her over boldly before offering a smile in greeting.
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"You'd think with so little going on here they'd at least be able to come up with some good wine." She shrugs a shoulder. "Guess that's asking for too much." There's a certain curiosity in her eyes as she looks him over that she doesn't even bother to hide. "Don't think I've seen you around before. And our underwater prison isn't that big, so usually I can at least recognize someone."
Tavern
As was becoming routine, Robb ordered a bottle of red for them and took the seat opposite Oberyn, pouring them both a glass. The night was going to be long and it was better to spend it was amusing company than think and dwell on the past.
"Have you settled in yet?"
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For now.
Oberyn lapses into thought, considering how to answer. "That depends on your definition of settling. Getting used to this place? As well as anyone else."
He pauses before drinking.
"Yourself?"
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Oberyn was at least a respite from that, even if he was envious how well the man was managing.
"What do you make of this place? I didn't think about my upbringing before, but it feels as if it were completely useless for a place like this. Cooking, cleaning, I was more pampered than I thought."
He shrugged, taking a long drink. "I have found ways to make the nights pass."
For Jon
Oberyn knew the reasons why that conversation never took place. All of Westeros would know why that conversation never took place. But then no one would second guess the honourable Ned Stark on who the mother of his bastard son is if it ever came into discussion.
"What happened to your father was very unfortunate." He makes direct eye contact. "About as unfortunate as what happened to my sister and her children."
A considerate pause and a curious raise of his brow.
"Do you believe him to have committed treason, like they say?"
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Then it's his turn to look directly at Oberyn. "Ned Stark was no traitor."
Market
Her boots clicked against the pavement before coming to a sudden stop before nearly running into Oberyn.
"Excuse me." Her accent was light, tugging and rounding her words.
She smiled. "I am usually more observant but I was a little distracted." She'd stopped before running into him but they were still very close to clashing.