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Izzy's internet Hubby for Lifey. "You and me were always with each other, before we knew the other was ever there."

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Elden post is up, apologies for the delay.
"Elden Rowan"










Interacting with: Iris – @Sherlolly, Brandon - @Lionheart, Robyn @Kaalee




Seeing how Iris was looking at him, Elden took a step back from the situation. He didn’t really enjoy the feeling when his beloved was disappointed in him. He knew it was his own fault, he was an honest man to everyone and himself. The Brute Built from Oak had a temper, a fever that grew into a rage in the time it took to flip a coin. It had gotten him in trouble for years but at least back in the Reach they would not hang him for it, they would simply scolder him and lecture him. He had tried with all his might to take the lessons on board but the anger had been with him since he could remember, it would be difficult to shake it now.

Elden stayed silent as the Wards were led to the main chamber to be greeted by the King. He took a knee as was the custom before allowing his cold blue eyes to narrow and gaze upon the Dragon himself. The man was strange in his manner, he did not give off an air of being a liege. Folding his arms, the bodyguard of the Flower listened intently. The idea of a tourney was interesting, Elden wouldn’t mind watching one, possibly even participating. Breakfast too was a good idea, the Axethrower was as hungry as he was tall and broad.

As the king finished his speech, Elden scanned the room once more. If there was one thing that he did not like it was politics but in times such as these, he knew that he would to begin to learn the game if he and Iris were going to survive. Making a brief detour to the Baratheon and his bodyguard, Elden bowed his head in apology. ”Allow me to apologize for words earlier. I understand that tension will occur knowing the histories of our world and I should not have reacted in such an ugly manner. Forgive my temper, my lord and lady. It is something that brings me deep shame”

Taking a step back from the action, Elden fell silent. This was a place for lords and ladies, he was neither.



"Dominic Mason"






Interacting with: His sister on Skype, Cera @Charnobylisk






Having settled on a plan, Dominic sat down at his computer and pulled out a pen and some paper, ready to map out his next journey. With a trail in mind, the mountain began his usual routine of writing a list of pros and cons for his next adventure as well as what potential equipment would be needed. Dom was no fool, he always prepared before a trek, he was never one to half arse an expedition, and everything had to be perfect. As he swiftly scrawled on the coffee tinted paper, an alert popped up on his computer screen;
Skype Call from JDallas93




Clicking the green phone, Dom sighed as he was greeted by the bright smile of a gorgeous woman.
”Hiiiiii, big brother” The woman beamed. ”How’s India treating you?”
”Hey JD. I’m good thanks. How’s my newly graduated big shot journalist sister?”
”Excited. Just got to California, they’re making me shadow some older workers first but they said that after my probation period, they’ll let me do my own stuff!”
”I’m glad you’re happy Jess, I’m sorry I couldn’t make your graduation”
”Don’t worry too much about it, Dommy. I learned a long time ago that nothing comes between my big brother and a mountain. It’s fine. You should give Mom and Dad a call. They miss you and worry about you…well I do too, you live a dangerous life ducky”


Hearing a knock at the door, Dom quickly turned back to his sister. ”There’s someone here, JD so I better go. I promise we can have a day of chats this weekend ok? You be careful yourself ok? That place is rough. Love you”

”Love you too, ducky. Bye”

Dom got to his feet and hurried to the door, opening to find Cera with treats. ”You’re a goddess. I was just getting hungry. Come in!”
<Snipped quote by Xtreme>

That would be really effin' cool!

Also, HI! How'veyoubeenImissedyou!!??


I was thinking a male version, if you'll allow, not sure I'll make him a Beaumont or not though.

I've been good. I missed you! How you been?
So tempted to bring in a version of the Phantasm....

Oh hey @Ruby been a while!
Will be aiming to post for Elden tonight or tomorrow.
Sorry I haven't been as active in the OOC guys, I should've pre-warned you my shifts can get hectic.


"Dominic Mason"






Interacting with: Tas






”I was happy to help Natasha, if you need anything else, I’ll be there ok?”


Dom watched as Tas walked back into the hotel. Truly, that afternoon was an experience. For someone who spends his time climbing mountains and diving off cliffs, Dom sure was a bit shaky after the events in the mine. He didn’t particularly want to show that to Natasha though as he could see that poor woman was terrified. His breathing had suddenly become heavy and laboured, that was the hardest thing to hide. Dom was a unit of a man, being as big as he was meant everything you did was pretty noticeable. He hurried through the side entrance to his room, avoiding whatever kind of racket was going on in the main room and quickly shut the door behind him. Making his way to the bathroom, Dominic opened the cabinet and took out a vial pills, injecting them with a glass of tap water.


Relaxing on his bed, the mountain pulled put his laptop and connected up his camera. It looked like had gotten some good footage down there, at least an hours’ worth. That said he only planned for his documentary to be two to three, so he needed to try and cut down some of the content to at least maybe half an hour. Dom could edit it all himself but he didn’t particularly want to, that’s why enlisted the aid of his little cinnamon roll friend Kip. Once he had uploaded all the data onto the file, he attached the video to an email;


To: Kazuhiko Ippitsusai
Hey Kip! Got some more footage for you to fiddle with. Some of this is really great, bit long though so you’ll need to work your magic. You’d hate India, it’s hot and clammy but the food is great. Tell everyone I said hi.
Til next time.
Dom.


Just as he finished email, the racket outside was becoming unbearable for Dom. Opening up his front door, his hazel eyes widened as he gazed upon the rambunctious and ridiculous scene playing out before him with goats and gangam style and all other manners of Best Exotic shenanigans. ”…..I’m not even touching this…” Done with shit for the day, the Dominator simply closed his door and lay on his bed. Allowing the others to handle the problems instead of him fixing it was a change of pace for Dom. Cranking up his radio with a little bit of 90’s Brit pop, he began scanning the map he had stuck to his ceiling, lucking for his next adventure in the magical land he now found himself in.

"Elden Rowan"










Interacting with: @Sherlolly@Lionheart




Elden’s idle hands began ringing each other, cracking his bruised and flakey knuckles. They had not been used in a week, not since the Axethrower had to deal with a deserter from Lady Flower’s riding company. He was itching for one of the arrogant little lords to talk up, he needed a release the tension which meant a good violent beating or a good violent fucking, he was good with either or. His bright eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, noticing one of his kind by the Lannister boy; another guard. Strangely there weren’t too many dotted around the room with the other new Wards of the King but the one with the young lion stood out, a female guard…interesting.

The Ward from the Vale shortly arrived and was already sturring the pot; these noble houses and their politics. The whole thing bored the Brute near the point of tears. When push comes to shove, no words would stop Elden’s axe from splitting your head in half, so what’s the point in trying? The Stark girl was eyeing him, sizing him up of course. He had not uttered a word since entering the Keep, most of course would be able to assatain his role in all of this. He was there for Iris, for her protection for as those who worship the Lord of Light, ”the night is dark and full of terrors”. Oh these brats new nothing of the terror the pride of Goldengrove was bringing with him.

Just as a good bodyguard should, Elden listened as Iris spoke of how pretty the other girls were, the hint of venom in her words was prominent to his now well trained ears. Her tone shifted to an all too familiar sarcasm and Elden even managed a slight smile. The two of them certainly were of a unique breed. His smile was soon replaced by something else as the Baratheon boy spoke up;

"The Tyrell's haven't lost their thorns I see. No wonder they haven't done anything noteworthy in a century. It's really a shame, once such a great house reduced to verbal slander. You once had so much power, yet where are you now?"

Finally moving from behind his beloved, Elden locked on to Brandon’s smug features and let his own lips curve into a more sinister smile as he spoke for the first time. ”Baratheons. Ours is the Fury. I see no fury here. I see arrogance, it’s unbecoming. I’ll give you fair warning stag, I am not bound by any restraint or law. Cross us again, I will cut out your tongue and feed it to your pretty sister. Am I clear, sunshine?” His voice was deep and calm, like water from the narrow sea. He did not need to raise his voice or his, his presence did most of his talking for him.

His gaze was slightly taken by what might be the final newcomer, a Greyjoy by the discreet but noticeable sent of Seawater. A man called Sands interrupted whatever ongoing conversations were happening to tell them of the coming Targaryen. Oh how little Elden cared.

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