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Catch all IC contact post for Will Graham at asgardeventide
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[Note: Will is unlikely to use video unless there is a good need for it. He'd be more inclined to do text until he's made a substantial recovery and becomes more comfortable with voice.]

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idk whenever you want ; ACTION!

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[ She's literally just taking Nymeria out for a walk - partly because she doesn't trust the direwolf out and about alone yet and partly because she missed the hell out of her. Everything is pretty uneventful, and she's just passing through the Sigyn district on her way back to the house when the wolf suddenly makes a break for it.

It takes Arya a split second to process what's happened, and then she curses loudly and foully before taking off after her. ]

Nymeria, stop it!

[ Congratulations Will Graham, you're about to be accosted by the latest addition to the Stark pack, followed closely in pursuit by an out of breath child. ]

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[Within the home and district of those lovely, peaceful humanitarians, there lays a nefarious beast, a man who doesn't quite belong, or so he thinks. His face needs a shave, his hair needs a cut, and his clothes really could be less thrift shopping, but he doesn't seem to care so much. This is his person suit, this guy who looks scruffy and a little awkward, just some guy who doesn't have a sense of fashion to speak of. For all intents and purposes, he'd be better off in a small cabin with a boat he made himself. There's nothing dangerous in him, or so it seems. But his person suit? Just so happens to contain a jacket, and that jacket has the true design of this monstrous creature of fear and murderous intent: an inner pocket that is never without a small bag of bacon nestled on the inside, right next to his beating, pounding, not-yet-on-the-menu heart.

He's so used to putting it there he no longer thinks about it. Putting it in his jacket is just like putting on the rest of his clothes, a cologne of eau de where are the dogs and dog-like creatures I have not yet stolen found that people might just assume was Will having spent time making breakfast before he went out. To him, this subtle method of wooing other people's companions is about on par with cooking breakfast. Easy. Part of a regular day.

Whether or not he realizes his design attracts animals the same as he can use it to feed them if he comes across them isn't so easy.

What is easy to see? A direwolf (he can tell that much by now, having been such good bacon-swapping friends with Grey Wind and adorning him with flower crowns during a fiery funeral) bounding up next to him, whimpering, tail thumping around him, circling him and making him stop. Fear? Will has fear, has it in buckets and jars and vats, a house made of fear, hallucinations that give him nightmares following his every step, but for the new direwolf nipping the air in front of his heart? He doesn't have or feel any of it. He doesn't have eyes for anyone but her, either, and it's not until he's pulled that baggie out of his jacket and squatted down to feed her out of his hand without worrying if he'll keep any fingers that he hears the sound of a girl shouting behind him. He looks over his shoulder, still feeding her, still seemingly not at all afraid to have one of those vicious creatures nipping at his fingers. His fingers! No fear!]

She yours? [It's friendly, unfazed by the entire situation, it's like he's talking about a puppy for all the terror he shows.] That makes you one of Robb Stark's sisters, right?

[Still not bothered when she gingerly gnaws at the hand holding that bag, nope. No fear.]

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[ Honestly, she's envisioning awful tings when Nymeria bounds up to Will. She can already see the blood spurting where the wolf's teeth will inevitably meet flesh - it's been so long since Nymeria was even around people (that aren't to-be-victims) that Arya is convinced she's about to watch her pet kill someone. It's going to be Joffrey all over again, and she's barely even had Nymeria for a day.

And yet, she gets remarkably lucky. Somehow the wolf doesn't attack him, and by the time Arya actually comes up to the stranger's side Nymeria is already getting very well acquainted with the hand and the bag. It's enough that she pauses for a moment, squinting at Will for a moment before taking a few steps in closer. She may not be the size she had been in Westeros, but Nymeria had already proven herself to be just as aggressive here in Asgard. The last thing that Arya was expecting is- well, this. ]

He's my older brother, yes. [ By contrast, Arya's response is measured, wound tight like a coil. She's as untrusting as ever, and the strange mood that has overtaken her direwolf has just added to it. ] What are you doing to her?

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[Will's been informed that direwolves can, in fact, be rather vicious animals. He can't begrudge an animal its nature. It goes down to its very DNA, and holding that against it would be completely ridiculous. Sure, he's not very fond of the coyotes that sometimes plague the area around his house and serve as a threat to his dogs, but he knows that's just how they are. His first encounter with Grey Wind was a pleasant one, and he's never given him a reason to turn from something like friendly to ferocious. They won't attack those who do not mean Robb or his harm, that's what he remembers being told. He has no intention of ever posing a threat to Robb or whoever else might show up from his family, so he thinks it'll stay the same way: Grey Wind stops by his room for a bit of bacon sometimes, gets a good rubdown and scratching, and ends up going on his merry way.

She's a little thing, he notices (the girl, not the direwolf), which means very little in the long run of things. She could be just as vicious as a direwolf if she wanted to be, could be just as merciless—Will's track record with kids being kids is rather dismal.

The question has his eyebrows furrowing a bit, slightly confused. They lift eventually as if he's inviting a question or further discussion. He's open to whatever she may have to say if his face anything to go by.]

I was just giving her a bite to eat. [The entire bag will be devoid of bacon at this rate, but he's perfectly fine with that. He just pulls out bit after bit for her, not at all minding the spit he's getting all over his hand.] I do the same thing with Grey Wind, he likes the bacon. I was assuming she would, too.

[It's been purposefully wired to direwolf tastes, this bacon. It's his design and all.]

They can rip a man's arm from its socket without even growling in warning, I know. I've never given Grey Wind reason to harm me or made him think I'd harm Robb, so we get along just fine. Is that all right with you?

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