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[isherarmor]

I'm in need of at least three people who are very sure what powers they have been given since arriving in New Amsterdam. It might be best if those powers are not of a destructive nature, but of course I'll take what I can get.

If we are strangers, all the better, but it's not necessary.

I could be of better use in New Tokyo if I can figure out what my power truly is, and I don't think that's going to happen alone.

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[isherarmor]

There was no shielding for any of us there, not really. We were at the mercy of a mad, cruel, grieving goddess who had no mercy to spare. Near the end, I came to pity her.

It's where the bird came from. In the dreams.

['I exploded once' is a thing she's mentioned in passing over the years, but likely not to Jon, and not often. Though, if anything, it's what spurred her to learn the devices so well. That's a story best over strong drinks.]

[998]

I would take any blow meant for you, if I could. Any of you. If I had to stand in front of you all the time I would.

[wait. a bird? there was a small bird on lady's back...and a pigeon. something stirs in the recesses of his mind.]

What bird?

[isherarmor]

I know you would, and I mean it for true when I say I'd do the same. But it never worked that way there, not really.

There was one dream where I chased a crow, or more like it was leading me to you, but I found other things in your place. The dead. Your dead. Our dead.

When I was in that place, that hell, some of us changed. Not like warging, but I felt my body twist and break until I was not a woman or a human at all, but a bird. A hungry, hateful, rotting corpse of a bird with my own mind at war. I lost the war and attacked a friend. I bit him. Tried to eat him out of ravenous hate.

It happened again in that dream, but I burst into flame.

[It's easier to send this way than to say it. It's sickening to recall, and a whole host of other things. The sickness of the sounds, of the baby crawldragging itself, of Robb, Arya, gods be good Lady. That's another sickening pang, that loss. She'd been real in the dreamscape, somehow - and then she'd been dead and snarling and ...charred meat.]

[998]

I remember a dream of a bird like that, and the wights, they burned--but it wasn't like a wolf dream. I don't know when I dreamed it.

[none of this is as concerning as the information about her time in the hell world. he doesn't know what to say to that. he just reaches out and squeezes her arm.]