[OPEN] When I was a child I'd sit for hours staring into open flames...

[dorzalta]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen (dorzalta) & others.
What: Chimera call to action in Wyver, post-kidnapping/torture, plus whatever goes down in April.
When: March/April catch-all.
Where: Wyver, Thesa Station, and others TBD.
Warning(s): Game of Thrones/Daenerys standard warnings, torture, self harm, etc.


Wyver
I. CHIMERAS
To get close to the dragons, Daenerys believes she must get close to the Beastmaster known as Thali. It would do her well to participate in this task for a multitude of reasons, the first of which includes keeping herself occupied. Her hair's braided back into one single plait, and whilst she's neither donning her Targaryen colors, nor wearing something entirely Dothraki, she is in leathers and pieces spun for practicality in the heat and humidity.

( a. ) Are you her partner in gathering the chimeras and feeding them? If so, have fun standing beside her as she stares at the creatures, frowning. "Which mouth do they feed themselves with? They're rather vicious looking."

( b. ) Or perhaps you're seated with her on one of the rocks near a spring. She's parchment with her, spattered in water and mud (is that blood?), with notes scrawled on the pages. Her legs are stretched out before her, hooked at the ankles, and she looks as if she is a queen in her element, not an onlooker studying a creature's behaviors. "It's a shame they've the head of a lion. That is a lion, isn't it?"

( c. ) Of course, living creatures--be it humans, dragons, or chimeras--can be spooked, and these are no different. One of the dragons in the nearby areas roars, and suddenly the chimera the two of you are guiding to a new location jerks. "Watch for its--mouths," she warns you, before ducking from the lashing snake tail. "Shh, friend, the dragons will not harm you."

II. FIELDS OF THE EXALTED (post-kidnapping)
She's reason enough to claim her spot in this place, having spied upon Thali during her work with the chimeras. After a few days of ignoring anyone and everyone, Daenerys is quick to reassert herself. It would do no good for a queen to show weakness. Likewise, she's determined to find a job to move out of her... less than acceptable living arrangements.

( a. ) If you're a friend visiting her, she may rope you into meeting a dragon--her dragon. For while Drogon is not free for her to ride as she'd prefer, he is still on the grounds, in the sanctuary. She can still interact with him. Which means you will, too!

( b. ) Work is good for the soul. When she was nothing more than a khaleesi, the khalasar kept her busy and exhausted. It might've been a simpler life, traveling with a nomadic tribe, but there were still things to appreciate. Do you help Dany gather meat for feeding younger dragons, lead in livestock for the adults, break up fights between dragons, tend to sick creatures, or training youngsters?

III. WILDCARD
HMU if you want some other interaction in Wyver prior to or post kidnapping!


Thesa Station
IV. STASIS
It's been some time since she's visited her people, and for that, there is a flare of guilt. Wearing her attire from home, she spends a vast majority of her time in the stasis room.

( a. ) She stands before ser Jorah's pod, staring up at him with a troubled expression. A palm rests against the glass of his pod, fingers gently smoothing the glass as if she would touch his face. It's intimate, but what of the stasis room is not? "I don't know what to do," you might overhear her telling her old bear. "I need you by my side. Please wake up."

( b. ) Missandei looks so peaceful, and that peace brings her peace. It's the first time she's smiled. "You'd have found them adorable. I know you've never seen a hatchling before."

( c. ) "You've left me with scars, brother," she murmurs to Viserys' slumbering face. No gold crown, not a crown for a king. No demonic teeth or flame-bright eyes. "But it was you who woke the dragon, this time."

V. MESS HALL
Wine and oranges--that's what Dany has as she sits in the mess hall. She's alone at her table, looking up, not at others. Up means she can gaze through the expansive glass lining the upper part of the room, and out into space itself. "Do you believe the stars are souls?" she'll ask someone, if they sit at her table.

VI. WILDCARD
Let's do it.

( ooc: Feel free to ping me on plurk to hash out some plans bubblytangerine or PM me on this journal. Will match format, so if prose isn't your jam, no biggie. Daenerys was kidnapped and tortured, so she will be absent for a period of time. )

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[dorzalta]

"A code name for what?" She has no issue with asking directly; if he took it personally, surely there would be mention of that very fact. "What is a code name?"

It comes often enough where she regrets the advancements of other worlds versus her own. Is this a coin of phrase many would understand? Not that it matters, it doesn't inhibit her from realizing that the name holds meaning, but what kind, she cannot say quite yet.

With a quiet hum, she steps back from the pod, glancing to 76 with an arched brow. "Do you think a direct blow will break it open? The glass seems thick."

[personalwar]

Okay, 76 probably should have figured that Daenerys wouldn't know anything about code names, given that she comes from a place with kingdoms and witches and who knows what else. "It's a way to hide your identity when you're on a mission," he explains, as succinctly as he can.

The glass is thick, but 76 isn't going to let that stop him. He's got enough strength behind his punches that he might actually be able to put a crack into the glass, for a start.

"Only one way to find out," he says, before he rams his gloved fist hard into the glass. An ache runs through his knuckles, but that's something he can easily ignore. The glass seems unaffected, so he gives it another try. He might just need to weaken it.

[dorzalta]

"I see. Did your leaders send you on spy missions?" She can't think of any other reason, lest it was to maintain a peace between groups. Her next question stems from her imagination running a little more wild: "Assassinations of public figures?"

His first strike is hard and solid, and there's a resounding thump which echoes all around them. The force of the hit has her internally cringing. That must have hurt.

And the glass is unaffected. The next hit sounds just as strong as the first, earning a slight furrowing to her brows as her gaze flicks from the pod and to his hand. Surely that strike hurt? She steps beside him, careful not to stand in his way.

"There's not even a scratch on it. What sort of glass is this?"

[personalwar]

It doesn't take long for Daenerys to pick up on what he means, although her guesses are a few years too early. He'd been the leader sending people with code names out on dangerous missions, not that he's going to tell her that. He shakes his head, and explains: "It was a self-appointed mission." The code name had come much, much earlier, readopted for a variety of reasons.

While there is pain with each blow that he inflicts on the pod, it's something that quickly fades; more quickly than it would for a regular human. He can see the concern on Daenerys' face when he glances over, yet another hint of softness under all of that righteous anger.

"Heavily reinforced. Maybe enchanted, I don't know. Magic wasn't really a thing where I come from." He backs up then, wondering if a kick might work better. He pulls one leg up, rotating until he's positioned correctly, and then shoves the sole of his boot hard against the pod. Again, there isn't even a splinter in the glass.

[dorzalta]

"All the more reason for secrecy then, I imagine." The answer is enough to appease her curiosity--for now. He may tell her more in time... and time is something they had in abundance in this place. Not as reassuring a thought as she'd once hoped it to be. The difference, of course, being that time in her world would be far more preferable.

He kicks at the pod next. Not even reverberations strong enough to tease Mirri into wakefulness. Were she not standing right there, she'd think he weak. But no, the enforcement on the pod is just that strong.

"I've seen no magic with that capability--hers in particular." Her gaze grows colder as she regards the sleeping face; with a quiet huff, she looks to 76. "Perhaps someone with more of an intimate knowledge would be of help."

[personalwar]

It doesn't seem like brute force is going to solve this, which 76 had already guessed would be the case. While he'd never actually tried before, that had partly been because he knew the Natha wouldn't make it that easy to break people out of their pods. Someone would have succeeded at it by now, after all this time.

"You could try asking around," he says as he backs away, not giving the woman sleeping inside another glance. "But my guess is that they're impenetrable. If someone had managed to get one of these things open, we would have heard about it by now." Worth a try, though, just so that they could see for themselves.

76 shrugs, the closest he'll get to an apology for not being of more help. "This is how it is with the Natha. If they don't want us to access something, or if they don't want to answer our questions, they just ignore us." It's extremely frustrating.