Jaqen H'ghar (ex_allmenmus94) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-08-05 14:36:00 |
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There is no such place..
Who: Jaqen H'ghar and Gale Carasey.
Where: On a street in the northern part of the city.
What: Jaqen arrives and begins to look around.
When: Sunday morning.
Rating: Low.
Open: Yes.
Status: Complete.
He was about to change his face when the world around him changed instead. It was no longer full of the sounds and smells of death. There was no Harrenhal. No Arya Stark of Winterfell. He stood in place for a moment, taking in a deep breath as he let his senses settle into their new surrounds. He could hear the wind as it blew between the buildings. The rattle of clasps that held canvases over some of the store fronts. The rustle of a stray piece of litter as it made its steady progress down the street. Nothing living. This place had a different kind of stench to it. It wasn't one of earth, slop, blood and ash, but there was still a sense of pollution about it. Things he couldn't quite separate. The breeze brought with it the scent of not too distant pine, though. But it was his eyes that overwhelmed him the most. He had spent time in all of the free cities and other places farther east, along with certain parts of Westeros, where he had been just moments before. But wherever this happened to be, it was nowhere familiar to him. The buildings were wrought of steel and glass and mortar, and they hummed. And creaked too, as they stretched up into the sky. The ground beneath his feet was solid and his footfalls echoed here in the deserted street between the buildings. With a hand resting on the hilt of his blade, this man began his search of the streets. Out of place as he may traditionally have been in a city such as this, in his cloak and with his particular weapons - not to mention the shoulder length hair, half of which was red and half of which was white, this man didn't feel too incongruous. There was a statue of a small man in the road, a spiky pyramid-shaped object that glinted in the sun, and many more objects that didn't seem to fit with their surroundings. And so he did. He was aware that answers often came in the strangest of forms. But they did not usually present themselves so. These weren't answers though, just pieces of a puzzle. The man known as Jaqen H'ghar was trying to make sense of the text printed in bold on the glass front of one of the buildings when he heard the sound of footfalls. His hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, but he did not unsheathe his blade. He simply turned to face the direction those steps originated from, a curious look playing upon his face. |