[Robb is far too used to waking up in strange places by now, and when he realizes this is not, in fact, his house in Odin, the sole reaction he has is to scrub a hand over his face. Great, hooray, here he goes again. Isn't he done with this already? Hasn't he done enough? Because he'd been tired after fighting that last battle and he just wants to sleep, for maybe about three days or so.
Then his gaze falls on the corpse. Well, he thinks, the thought detached from that creeping feeling of rising panic bubbling in his chest, that's new.
But there's somebody else inside with him, who's probably just waking up, so he can't afford to panic. He lets himself have that small moment, then sucks in a breath and straightens up. They don't have anything that could help them fulfill the task presented to them, and honestly Robb is not about to carve out a dead man's heart anyway, so:] Let's get out of here.
[3: a feast for crows and starving kings]
[Ordinarily, Robb wouldn't give such an extravagant feast much more than a short, passing glance. All right, that's a lie, he'd look at it a little, but usually he's willing enough to just let things be and move on. Not so right now: he's hungry, and there's food, and the door is locked. He aims a good kick at it, and comes away with nothing but a stubbed toe for his troubles.
Usually, he wouldn't even consider this, but desperate times call for desperate measures and he really needs food, so Robb glances around, as though checking if there's no one else around, then he slinks away into a back alley to search for a back door and try and shove that down through brute force.]
((ooc note: Robb here is an import from asgardeventide, which means that he might recognize your character if he's interacted with them before. if this is not ok, let me know and we can say they didn't leave a significant impression for him to remember them beyond vaguely recognizing them!))
Robb Stark | ASOIAF + memories from asgardeventide
[Robb is far too used to waking up in strange places by now, and when he realizes this is not, in fact, his house in Odin, the sole reaction he has is to scrub a hand over his face. Great, hooray, here he goes again. Isn't he done with this already? Hasn't he done enough? Because he'd been tired after fighting that last battle and he just wants to sleep, for maybe about three days or so.
Then his gaze falls on the corpse. Well, he thinks, the thought detached from that creeping feeling of rising panic bubbling in his chest, that's new.
But there's somebody else inside with him, who's probably just waking up, so he can't afford to panic. He lets himself have that small moment, then sucks in a breath and straightens up. They don't have anything that could help them fulfill the task presented to them, and honestly Robb is not about to carve out a dead man's heart anyway, so:] Let's get out of here.
[3: a feast for crows and starving kings]
[Ordinarily, Robb wouldn't give such an extravagant feast much more than a short, passing glance. All right, that's a lie, he'd look at it a little, but usually he's willing enough to just let things be and move on. Not so right now: he's hungry, and there's food, and the door is locked. He aims a good kick at it, and comes away with nothing but a stubbed toe for his troubles.
Usually, he wouldn't even consider this, but desperate times call for desperate measures and he really needs food, so Robb glances around, as though checking if there's no one else around, then he slinks away into a back alley to search for a back door and try and shove that down through brute force.]
((ooc note: Robb here is an import from