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theianlogs2017-09-08 07:53 pm
dorzalta) wrote in theianlogs2017-09-08 07:53 pm
[open] When I was a child I'd sit for hours staring into open flames...
Who: Daenerys Targaryen and YOU!
When: Shortly after her arrival.
Where: Library, Main Street, and house 1016.
What: Brooding queen, house mingle, and more!
Warnings: None aside from an annoyed dragon queen who might throw around some threats of violence??
Suffice it to say, Dany is none too pleased to discover the walls which surround her are not those of a Targaryen ship, but that of... well, she's not entirely sure. It's a small space, bloodied. There are two eggs in her arms: one black with tints of red in its scales, one a deep green. She stares down at these and her eyes and nose burn.
There should be three.
I. Main Street
The threat of blood is not one which frightens her. Though it is clear she is without her armies, knights, and council--that she is without her dragons--she is no stranger to relying on herself. Had she not survived the slaughter of her first khalasar? The attacks of the Sons of the Harpy? An abduction by the Dothraki?
Upon her arrival to the building which someone claims to be that of her home, Dany takes one look at the strange trinkets within--and promptly turns and walks back out. She can be found settled on a patch of grass outside, by this strange and hardened road named 'Main Street,' the two eggs set carefully in front of her. She wears black, with a dragon brooch upon her right shoulder.
Should you approach as she kneels in front of her eggs, she will frown at you. But if you come later, you may catch her in the process of building a pile of dried debris. Or maybe it's while she lovingly places the eggs atop this pile of dried wood. Or, you might catch her... setting the eggs afire? Rolling her sleeve up and placing her hand within the flames to touch an egg? Take your pick.
II. Library
This space is one which houses far more books than Dany imagined possible. There's a look of wonder, manifested in the slight widening of her eyes, the parting of her lips. Her footsteps echo within the large, brightly lit space, fingers trailing along a shelf, skimming the spines of book after book.
"I've never seen so many in one place before," she murmurs by way of explanation, if you catch her ogling.
III. Open to housemates in 1016
Alas, her exploration of the library and her attempts at hatching her eggs fail. As night crawls closer and strange noises make themselves known, Dany retreats to this supposed bedroom of hers. When she is within her room, her door is closed. A simple knock would draw her away from her eggs.
Eventually, she does wander into the common space, if only to stare with furrowed brows at the metal objects. "What is this?" she'll ask in way of greeting, should she hear nearby footsteps. There are three other rooms in this building, after all, and they look the exact same as the doorway to her chambers. Why would there not be another residing here?
IV. Wildcard
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When: Shortly after her arrival.
Where: Library, Main Street, and house 1016.
What: Brooding queen, house mingle, and more!
Warnings: None aside from an annoyed dragon queen who might throw around some threats of violence??
Suffice it to say, Dany is none too pleased to discover the walls which surround her are not those of a Targaryen ship, but that of... well, she's not entirely sure. It's a small space, bloodied. There are two eggs in her arms: one black with tints of red in its scales, one a deep green. She stares down at these and her eyes and nose burn.
There should be three.
I. Main Street
The threat of blood is not one which frightens her. Though it is clear she is without her armies, knights, and council--that she is without her dragons--she is no stranger to relying on herself. Had she not survived the slaughter of her first khalasar? The attacks of the Sons of the Harpy? An abduction by the Dothraki?
Upon her arrival to the building which someone claims to be that of her home, Dany takes one look at the strange trinkets within--and promptly turns and walks back out. She can be found settled on a patch of grass outside, by this strange and hardened road named 'Main Street,' the two eggs set carefully in front of her. She wears black, with a dragon brooch upon her right shoulder.
Should you approach as she kneels in front of her eggs, she will frown at you. But if you come later, you may catch her in the process of building a pile of dried debris. Or maybe it's while she lovingly places the eggs atop this pile of dried wood. Or, you might catch her... setting the eggs afire? Rolling her sleeve up and placing her hand within the flames to touch an egg? Take your pick.
II. Library
This space is one which houses far more books than Dany imagined possible. There's a look of wonder, manifested in the slight widening of her eyes, the parting of her lips. Her footsteps echo within the large, brightly lit space, fingers trailing along a shelf, skimming the spines of book after book.
"I've never seen so many in one place before," she murmurs by way of explanation, if you catch her ogling.
III. Open to housemates in 1016
Alas, her exploration of the library and her attempts at hatching her eggs fail. As night crawls closer and strange noises make themselves known, Dany retreats to this supposed bedroom of hers. When she is within her room, her door is closed. A simple knock would draw her away from her eggs.
Eventually, she does wander into the common space, if only to stare with furrowed brows at the metal objects. "What is this?" she'll ask in way of greeting, should she hear nearby footsteps. There are three other rooms in this building, after all, and they look the exact same as the doorway to her chambers. Why would there not be another residing here?
IV. Wildcard
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The young girl inquires about her dragon, and Dany's looking at her once more, something warmer in her gaze. "It is." Reaching up, she gently traces the silver. "Fashioned for both my children and family. The Targaryens are known for our bonds with dragons. You're familiar with them, my lady?"
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"I am, yes," Fumiko says with an empathic nod, face brightening. "I have a dragon myself; she's very cute. Also, o-one of my Elites comes from an Old Dragon Clan. A-Are Targaryens a clan?"
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Dany looks visibly thrown, stopping short to spare this girl a thorough look over. "Dragons are not cute. They are fierce and beautiful. Not pets to be tamed." Explaining that to people proves to be a frustrating thing, if only because so many take for granted the magic her children bring to the world.
"I'm unaware of dragon clans, old or not. The dragons were lost to my world, before my children were born. House Targaryen is one of the great houses of Westeros. My family embraced its role as the ruling royal House of the Seven Kingdoms."
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Whatever else she was going to say is sidelined. "W-What d-do mean d-dragons are gone in your world? T-that's.. H-How? N-Nothing can best them...?"
As far as she knows, dragons are pretty much invulnerable.
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Speak of their disappearance from her world turns her expression grim.
Remembrance of just what could best them has something sadder in her gaze. Viserion. His death cry. The spatters of blood falling through the air like giant raindrops.
She takes a moment to breathe past the burning in her nose, the constricting in her throat.
"Time. A powerful enemy. There are things."
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"E-Even grown, dragons are cute." That much, she honestly believes. Dany could show her her own dragons, and Fumiko would find them cute - cuddly even. Much like her pinsir. But at the same time, this is a Dragon Tamer, so... maybe.
Yet the thought is cut off with the next words, and Fumiko's own gaze softens, mind hurled back to the final match she had before being named Champion. To the time it took to whittle down the dragons she faced, to the Twister that came down to speed.
The expression - reaction - is one Fumiko's donned herself. She forces a smile to her face; the best way to deal with grief are distractions, and not dwelling on it "W-Would you like to see my dragon? Dragons, if you count Hinoa..."
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Save for this slip of a girl who speaks of cute things. With a shake of the head, she does something entirely out of character: she drops the argument. These are not details she would negotiate over. The simple fact is that dragons are not cute, and this girl's memories of childhood stories were ill-fitting at best.
And then--and then there comes an offer to show her dragons, and Dany nearly rears back.
"They're with you?" Ah, the faintness in her voice will not do. Inhaling, she steels herself, allowing a sharp nod. "I would like to see them, yes. How large are they? I'd not seen one flying the skies throughout my stay thus far."
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Yet, at the same time, she's still not quite adjusted to the idea that not everyone is familiar with pokeballs; she'll fix that, eventually. Pokemon are understandable, given she hasn't seen a single one that's not hers since arrival.
It's only after she has a safariball in hand that she pauses with a sheepish look. "Though... P-Probably not inside? I-I don't want to ruin anything. S-shall we go outside?"