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[notjustinthemirror]

[The image is black and white, and a little fuzzy. It's actually scrolling vertically the way an old tube television would, which is stupid because this is a cell phone. But the Demon is too lazy to actually hold the phone and record something. So instead he is quite literally inside the phone and this is the result.

The Demon comes on screen against a backdrop of white, because he's currently standing in nothingness. He has a book in his hands and it's not on fire. Yet.]

As your resident bartender without a bar, I found this book. And I am way too lazy to make all you assholes mixed drinks with little umbrellas, but if someone wants it have at. I can make you all the ingredients and you can sip something pink and frilly while waiting for the next batshit crazy thing to happen.

[He is such a helper.]

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[whichend]

Why would I make drink umbrellas? I have better things to do.

[notjustinthemirror]

Oh yeah? Like what?

[whichend]

Fighting. I could fight you, Ser White-Eyes.

[notjustinthemirror]

For starters it's a mask. Additionally I could destroy you. And lastly you'd have to find me.

But feel free to try.

[whichend]

Then it's a stupid-looking mask. If it's supposed to scare me, then it isn't working at all.

I'll find you. You had better watch out.

[notjustinthemirror]

I didn't pick it out.

[He spreads his arms out to the side, tilting his head. Oh he likes you little ball of hate.]

Come at me.

[whichend]

I will.

[ And with that, she spits on the screen and then cuts off the video. ]

[notjustinthemirror]

[ And he just laughs and laughs because her tiny rage is so cute. ]

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[whichend]

[ She's good on her word. Arya searches each street, each building, each back alley meticulously. She listens, she smells, she sees. She's got her sword out, and she's going to find you, White-Eyes. ]

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[notjustinthemirror]

[He's currently in an alley, breaking bottle because honestly, he's bored. He's just summoning them and then throwing them at walls and architectural details. He's chipped a few things, but mainly just gotten everything coated in alcohol. When he gets tired of this he'll light it on fire and see how cave buildings stand up to a blazing inferno.

He has no idea that tiny death is creeping up on him.]

[whichend]

[ She hears the shattering glass before she sees him. She grips Needle tighter and creeps down the alley, slowly. Silent as a shadow. Calm as still water.

Once she's close enough, she raises her sword and swings, aiming for White-Eyes' neck. ]

[notjustinthemirror]

[He hasn't been paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should, because nothing much had posed a threat other than bears and what turned out to be his own hallucinations. So she catches him completely off guard and the sword finds it's mark.

Fortunately for the Demon he's full of all kinds of metal and the swing doesn't sever his head from his body, it's also probably not doing kind things to her sword. It does hurt like fucking hell though and he starts bleeding. Not blood though, thick black tar that starts pouring out of the wound.

Rather than try and pull himself off the sword he disappears completely; reappearing a few feet away.]

A woman of her word. I like it.

[Woman, girl, she looks like she's 10 to a guy who has no experience at all with people under the age of 25.]

[whichend]

[ There's a clang when Needle makes contact with White-Eyes' neck, and when she pulls it out, she find her sword is slightly bent. Needle, the most important thing she has, the only thing left of the girl she once was, and the family she once had, has been harmed. No, no, she won't let anything happen to Needle. White-Eyes won't get away with this. She'll kill him, even if she has to do so with her bare hands.

She screams, and jumps on him, trying to snap his neck and getting covered in the black tar oozing from his body. ]

No! No! How dare you, how dare!

[notjustinthemirror]

You attacked me!

[He flails his arms and stumbles back but manages to not tumble to the ground with a furious ball of hate on him. Regaining his footing he shoves at her, clawing at her hands to try and get her off him. He hasn't gone down, and he's not yet dying, but none of that feels good.]

Get the fuck off me.

[whichend]

[ It's obvious that he's much, much stronger than she is. She jumps off of his back before he has the chance to cause too much damage. Can't have him dislocating her shoulder. ]

You hurt Needle!

[ And you're gonna pay for it. She gets a running start, and aims a kick at his gut, trying to knock him down again. ]

[notjustinthemirror]

I did what?

[He has no idea what she's talking about. The kick is mildly annoying and he backs up a few steps, but nowhere near falling over. He makes a grab for her foot, ready to yank it out from under her and send he onto her back.]

What are we fighting about again?

[whichend]

[ She brings her sword up so he can see the bend. ]

Needle! You hurt Needle!

[ She starts kicking, but falls over when he grabs her foot. It hurts, but Needle is too important, and besides, she's used to pain. She jumps back up and gets back into a fighting stance. ]

Nobody. Touches. Needle.

[notjustinthemirror]

You're mad because you bent your sword on me?

[Oh that is the BEST thing he's heard in a while and he bursts into laughter. Laughing with a horrible neck wound is not the smartest thing he's done and it hurts like hell, but he can't help it.]

Maybe you shouldn't stick pointy objects into random strangers if you don't want them damaged.

[whichend]

[ She's fuming, and she aims a punch right on his wound before retorting. ]

You can't tell me what to do, Ser White-Eyes. And swords are meant to be stuck in people. You know nothing.

[notjustinthemirror]

[Ow. Ow. Fuck ow. He staggers back, clamping a hand to the wound. A hand that's already missing a finger.]

You're the one who bent your precious sword. Maybe you're the one who knows nothing.

[He should really just pull out one of his guns and shoot her, but even amidst all the pain he is highly amused at this little ball of hatred and swords. Though not amused enough to resist retaliating. A few rocks and various debris lift up from nearby and swirl around him a few times before flying out at her. ]

[whichend]

[ Little victories! She hasn't cut off the head, but she's cut off the finger. That's progress. ]

Do you even know what swords are for? They're for slaying --

[ And then it hits her. Both literally and figuratively. Scrambling for cover from the rest of the rocks, she realizes what Ser White-Eyes really is. He's no man at all. ]

You're a demon.

[notjustinthemirror]

[Yeah that's right. Go hide so he can keep bleeding out all over the place in peace.]

You're very clever. What gave it away?

And don't throw holy water on me. I don't like being wet.

[Pulling his hand away from his neck he flicks goopy black tar on the ground. Wow that does not feel good. He's half tempted to teleport away, but that's sort of like admitting defeat and he's not willing to do that yet.]

[whichend]

[ Arya grins. She's still angry, but now she's proud that she figured out who white-eyes really is. Not that it was hard, of course. Anyone can do it. ]

Well, there's the not-blood. And the fact that your body doesn't slice open like a normal human's. Swords are for stabbing people, but you're not a person, and since you're evil, you're obviously a demon.

[ Duh. ]

[notjustinthemirror]

Who said I'm evil?

Which is a good thing, since my head would be on the ground somewhere right now.

[He pulls his hand away from his neck to look at the goop he's leaking.]

Does that mean we're done having fun stabby time?

[whichend]

I said so, stupid. Are you pretending otherwise.

[ She rocks back and forth, and taunts: ]

And who says I'm not evil? Who are we to judge. I've killed, and I imagine you have, too.

[ It's funny. Here, with the Demon, she doesn't feel embarrassed or ashamed about her murders. ]