Return of Titus Pullo and Arya Stark (AKA Vegas and a cheap buttery alternative to therapy. Open!)

[runaway-stark.livejournal.com]

She was safe, she was warm, and the whole situation was very much like being asleep. And then with an abrupt pop!, Arya Stark was salty and buttery and very much wide awake.

She was disoriented for several seconds, trying to mesh two distinct memories of where she had just been. The first set was of Braavos, and the House of Black and White, and going to sleep after drinking a cup of bitter milk. The other was of this place, this castle... Hogwarts, she thought, and faces flashed in her mind, at once familiar and alien. Memories of most of her family here, though they were more impressions than images. And memories of some time before, coming back into the school to check in with her temporary guardian Kal, only to find his name on the plaque. It had been the last in a chain of... something... and she had stopped fighting and gone to sleep.

"Welcome back," said a man's voice from somewhere above her. She wiped greasy butter out of her eyes and looked up, seeing a large, burly man in a garishly-colored button-up shirt left open over a white undershirt, a pair of short trousers cut right around the knee, and a pair of worn-looking leather sandals in a style that she'd never seen, not even in Braavos where travelers from all over came. "Nice little pigsticker you've got there, eh, girl?"

Arya looked around her and found a sword--her sword, Needle--next to her and covered in as much butter as she was. She grabbed for it and started to try and wipe it off on the leg of her own cut-off trousers, but it did absolutely no good. The man chuckled. "Here," he said, reaching into a bag that he carried slung over one shoulder and pulling out another brightly-colored shirt. "Good girl," he said approvingly. "You've a good sense of priorities. You know how to properly care for a sword."

"Of course I do," she said irritably, more at the situation than at the man. The shirt was getting soaked with grease, but Needle looked slightly better than before. "I'm going to be a water dancer."

"Is that so?" the man said with the genial blandness of someone who didn't know what she was talking about. "Good for you, then. Name's Titus Pullo."

Arya looked at him warily, considered that she was holding a sword and he wasn't, and remembered vaguely that she was safe at Hogwarts. "Arya Stark."

((Both Arya and Pullo are available in here. Come on in and say hi!))

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[woocha.livejournal.com]

I SMELL BUTTER! Wishbone always seemed to walk by the popcorn room at the right time, didn't he?

Then again, he might be camping.

Seeing two people in the room, he began sniffing to see which one was all butterfied.

[fiercefluffy.livejournal.com]

((yay!))

Though togged out in modern-day casualwear, Octavian still carried himself with the bearing of a togate patrician. At eighteen he was definitely too old to act the fluffy bunny child, and even when he was a child he had been remarkably reserved. All of which was to say he could not, strictly speaking, run up to Pullo for a gigantic hug.

But his face lit up, a genuine smile softening the regal Julius features, and that from Octavian was just about equivalent to a bear hug.

"Ave, Pullo!"

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

On his way back to the Ravenclaw Bar, Methos paused.
"..name's Titus Pullo."
He knew that voice! Rounding the corner he came to a halt to see his old friend very much alive, and sporting a wildly colorful shirt. Swearing colorfully in Latin, he strode into the room with a laugh.

"Titus Pullo, I'll be damned!"

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne had pretty much given up on the idea that any of her charges would ever return, though she still waited patiently, in hopes of being proved wrong. After all, it wouldn't do for her to leave the school (even if she'd wanted to, which she did not), only to find that one or both of the Stark girls had come back.

But today, during her daily patroling of the corridors outside the popcorn room, she saw that a name had been stricken from the list.

Relief surged through her and she came striding into the room, whereupon she promptly ignored the man as a complete nonentity and turned her full attention on Arya.

"My lady," she said, her tone one of abject relief. "You've come back!"

[nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com]

Amaranth, too, had been wandering the castle in search of someone who wasn't a house elf to help her keep her fields fertile. As she neared the popcorn room, she noticed Brienne running full tilt into the room. Curiosity piqued, she followed at a more sedate pace.

Brienne's focus appeared to be on a little girl carrying a sword, and obviously covered in butter, but Amaranth had noticed the room's other occupant. Really, she didn't understand how a person could just ignore such a fine specimen of manhood as if they weren't even there at all.

So Amaranth strode over to Pullo, a friendly smile on her face, and wearing her usual ensemble, which consisted of an S.P.E.W. badge pinned to her breast and very little else.

"Hi!" she said brightly. "I take it you just got back? I don't recognize you. I'm Amaranth, by the way."