[open joint post]

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Who: Jorah Mormont/Daenerys Targaryen & You (both new and old CR, monsters and witches)
When: During Black City Event
Where: Stables outside of one of the higher class Witch boarding.
What: Dany and Jorah not being subtle in their distaste for the current political climate. General CR building for both new and old, honestly. Dany and Jorah may be willing to both bond strategically with a Witch who can grant them access to better living conditions (and more privacy/privilege). This is a topic we'd like to explore, so it doesn't have to yield a good fit ICly. It's merely a conversation piece! :) If you are wanting to pursue a Bond with these two, please PP cirilla and sustain or hit up my plotting post over here! Replies will come from both Dany and Jorah!

Warnings: Nothing really!


[ The city felt dead to her. The life of this city had been taken from it long ago, in a dream she had not been privy to. The fog added a sense of foreboding, sure – but it was the stillness of the Monster's eyes here. It was the chains that so cruelly bound those who had learned to love them, the collars that choked the happiness away until all that was left was obedience.

Jorah Mormont had seen slaves more closely than Daenerys had. He had both sold them and been one himself. There had been a discomfort on many levels for him since reuniting with Daenerys, both out of concern for her state of mind and the guilt of facing a truth he had accepted long ago of past mistakes. Now, he stands at the entranceway of the small stable gate for the partition Daenerys claimed as her own. The hay crunched underneath their feet as they move, their voices certainly gathering attention. No one knew Dothraki, but it was a brutal sounding language, one with punch and distaste clear despite the language barrier.

Dany paced uncomfortably while Jorah held his position firmly. Their foreign language continues for a few minutes, actually: ]

I am told I am a Monster, told I am brought to a dream, yet it feels very real. I am still a woman and I am still awake seeing this injustice. No different than Astapor or Yunkai – no different than Meereen. Do you not see? It is haunting and to stand by when my eyes are already open feels cruel.

I understand, khaleesi. What is it that you think you must do? You cannot become everyone's savior. Not here. Even so, this is a dream. Worrying this much will only hurt you. Possibly make... other things... worse as well.

But what if it is not a dream this time? It feels real – the magic here feels like it did with Lhazareen witch. I –

[ During this argument, there are a few options to get involved!

A. Feel free to interrupt them, they are being loud after all. Prodding them will earn a defensive glare from Jorah and offensive judgy glare from Daenerys. They will engage in the common tongue, however so you can understand them.

B. If instead you stand by and stare/linger around too much – Jorah will notice you first. Brandishing his sword and stepping out of the gate, he may be inclined for threats with Daenerys showing a bit of pity and trying to apologize for the disturbance. They will both ease up when they realize it is one of their fellow Mirrorbound.

Either way, it seems like this is going to lead into you being smack dab in the middle of a disagreement. Stay around, hear both sides – eventually! ]

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[ The tensions were high and it was unfortunate that they would make far more of a scene than they would like to. Daenerys thought she had blended in enough – shimmering scales covered distinctly and only the growing claws of her Ser an indication that something was off. They still seek safety in a Monster stable, hoping no one on either side asked too many questions.

The man was different here – his arrival not exactly welcomed, more startling with Daenerys stepping behind Jorah's charge defensively. It isn't until she hears a familiar voice that her eyes peer over her knight's form. ]

Lower your weapon! [ They've most likely discussed who they have come in contact with since arriving – perhaps in hopes of gathering allies. Daenerys reaches around, one hand on Jorah's forearm. ] He is not a Witch.

[ Clearly, but it is a blanketed safe statement. That is who they should be concerned about. ]

[heartsbane]

[ how else is Jorah supposed to respond? they are on the defensive. they may still look more human than most others that have been transforming, but they're still monsters. all it takes is them being asked about their lack of Coven clothing, or their inability to produce any of the magics that should be routine. any urgent or sudden movement towards either one of them would warrant a response, and it's lucky his muscle reflexes didn't make him end the life of a man who has apparently had his life ended several times already. ]

I believe that is an understatement, khaleesi.

[ Eren is certainly a unique figure. his piercing gaze alone is noteworthy, the stare he provides empty enough to lose yourself to if one did not have other things to concentrate on. pair that with his worse-for-wear state and it isn't as if he had to guess much. the problem is his trust in monsters is still a work in progress, even if this dream world has shown them to be at the bottom of the totem pole like so many other races and peoples back home. ]

Eren Yeager. I would say it is a pleasure to see you again, but perhaps not like this.

[ he doesn't offer an apology. not this time. Eren's a military man, so he should be able to empathize with someone on post. ]

I hope those wounds of yours do not indicate we should be expecting company.

[usurpers]

[ likewise, jorah, likewise. eren’s nod isn’t as slow and curt as it usually is, a rushed set of bounces replaces them not because he was in a hurry, but perhaps recovering from one. pain doesn’t hit as instantly either, not when your blood runs like fire.

but it stings a little, if the small lift in his features speak much. he’ll need a slab of wooden walls to lean on to stay up. ]

Daenerys, [ one deeper acknowledgement to her, half in greeting and half an apology for bursting in on them in less modesty than he could ever have wanted to offer. it helps when he must lift his leg from the pressure, and where arm wings flutter to become the cloak he discarded. ] I lost them, Sir. [ he wouldn’t dare to leave a trail behind, or allow anyone to track him back.

. . . the “sir”, on the other hand, is meant to give respect. ]

It’s— It’s still good, to see any of you.

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[ Once the dust settles and her knight's weapon was lowered, Daenerys could feel her heart begin to beat again. With the abundance of chains and collars, she feels vulnerable going to a place dedicated to those bound. However, the stables were their only cover. Their only chance to hide away a little while longer. ]

Come. There's little privacy, but please – rest in this stall.

[ It was almost an order, but he was not devoted to her like Jorah was. Not in the slightest. It takes a lot for her to show restraint, but never kindness. ]

Ser Jorah, please keep your sword at the ready in case he has not lost them. [ Dany's ushering him inside – hopefully enough space for them despite the lack of visual privacy, if their voices are low the hustle maybe none will be the wiser. ] I know no medical knowledge, I'm afraid...

[heartsbane]

I trust he has. This young man does not give me the impression that he would say something he is not certain of.

[ Jorah will actually disobey Daenerys to a small degree, instead stepping forward and offering Eren a shoulder to help alleviate the weight off of his league. he left the boy hanging long enough, and it isn't befitting of him to let any wounded suffer more than they should. if Eren accepts the offer, he will be sure to guide him towards the stall that his queen had directed them to, helping sit him down before moving to slowly unclasp his gloves one by one. ]

You needn't dirty your hands with this, Daenerys. The problem is cleaning and sterilizing. A stable isn't the most ideal location. Would you like me to try?

[ he is thinking in the moment, and a consequence of his distracted thoughts is that he has exposed the scars on his hands — hands that lead to fingers that have sharpened points for nails. ]

[usurpers]

[ he understands both sides, enough that eren does not object to dany’s moment of uncertainty the way a boy would. truth to words only comes with time, and there was nothing wrong with added caution (he’d probably make sure too, at some point). jorah’s back up, nevertheless, is much appreciated and brings certain relief he hadn’t expected to swell.

(he made sure they wouldn’t follow, by dragonfire). ]

Sir, [ head bow, as if to acknowledge him. to dany, as he adjusts himself to the older man’s aid but with perception and consideration for her: ] I’ll smell anything from far, I’ll keep watch. [ just in case, and to make sure valid concerns don’t fall on deaf ears. either the young man isn’t so bold (or stupid) as to reject either of their offers to compose himself in the stall, though. with his weight being halved on jorah’s account, arm across his shoulder and hooking claws to his armor, he hops along until he can sit. it isn’t bleeding much, almost at all, even— the flesh seemed too dark, scorched around the bit of weapon still embedded. he didn’t want to rip the rest of it out, he might lose too much blood from where it sits, and now was not the time to fade away and wake up where he started.

cleaning wounds, that’s where he draws the line where help is concerned. between them, he shakes his head and one hand, the one that slips away from jorah’s pointed fingers. his hands, they’re probably just as scarred as eren’s, earning a brief glance— though eren’s were blemished by teeth. his own teeth. ]

— Both of you, don’t waste your time. If I burn it or die, it doesn’t matter. [ he’ll— he’ll do whatever he needs to do later. he needs to relay things to them. it’s daenerys that his eyes fall on now, because he told her, that first day they met. it’s mind over matter, here. ] No matter how real it feels, we’re in a dream.

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Of course. As you were, Ser.

[ She yields to Jorah's insistence, in part that it was natural to do so but also because his experience eclipsed hers. It was the right thing to do, patient and humble enough to fall back. She allows it.

At the very least, Dany grabs onto the wood fencing that allows 'stalls' for them, on her tip-toes to visibly ensure any neighboring Monsters resting did not get any ideas to join them or leave for unknown reasons. ]

Do we even want to know what happened? [ Her voice is low, a hushed whisper full of disappointment. Not in Eren, no. In the world. He speaks of dying and it hits her chest — hard. A concerned look to both Jorah and Eren as they hobble inside. ] You'll forgive us, but our experience in this dream is limited. You are with like mind of my trusted here in regards to the dream, but...

[ plz don't gang up on her. :( Dreams are weird things for her. ]

How long does this last?

[heartsbane]

[ there's been an honest attempt at avoiding putting too much time or attention into inspecting Eren out of courtesy, but he encounters difficulty when he is inspecting an arrowhead protruding just above his scales. Jorah makes the natural assumption and comparison upon seeing Daenerys with the affliction on her neck, but he sets aside his concerns about his queen turning into something similar. too many things to fear, not enough time to dwell on it.

it isn't surprising to find the boy turn down his services, but the reason why is. he tilts his head and looks at Eren with scrutiny expressed in his features. ]

But... pain is pain, friend. If you feel it, it is very much real. The least we can do is try to suppress it.

[ he can't begin to try and answer why everyone is stricken with fear over what the witches may do if they find them when the dream makes it all a moot point. it doesn't mean Jorah will allow Dany to be thrown into harm's way. both thumb and forefinger go to pinch at the bridge of his nose as a heavy sigh expels from his chest. he finds a nearby wall to lean on since his services won't be needed. ]

I, too, am curious on what the purpose of these are. Is it manufactured by the witches of the real world? Does no one know?

[usurpers]

[ well. what happened. he'll get to that in a moment. his lips purse and he holds his breath in to sit and let jorah look as much as he needs to. he could say the pain wasn't real, but. it may be hindering him. he still— the older man still has his sword at his hip, yes? eren has an idea. ] We'll need your sword.

[ he's thinking to heat the tip and stop the bleeding, at the very least, but only if jorah would trust him on that train of thought. during that, he'll look around for something to bite— a splinter of wood would do, even. ]

This one is more real than the last ones will ever be. [ so it's understandable. even this dream was new to him. finding a discarded wooden block beneath the settled bed of hay, eren inspects, then keeps it at his side, in his hand. ] No one knows who it could be and why, not yet, but we're connected to it. We could be here for days and it's only been an hour.

[ unfortunately— he didn't have substantial answers for their questions, but . . . he did have something. ]

—This is a real place, outside of the Wilde and northwest of the continent. [ he's looked at the continent's map enough, and draws it with his claw in the dirt floor, pinpointing more or less where he thinks it should be, with those directions. ] Dorchacht. Aefenglom is here. [ another circle to the aforementioned destination. ] No one from Aefenglom are part of the resistance parties, so if they're tied . . . It's probably something deeper. [ in his experience: ] Political.

I flew up to get a better view around us— it's a coast. That's when I got this.

[ this damn arrowhead that he's almost ready to pull out thanks to some friendly convincing— he'll just actually wait for a good time though, no bloody surprises. ]

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[ It was clear that Daenerys was not a hands-on type of player in this tango. She may command attention, may mingle better than most when the situation called for it – but she heavily relied on her advisers and trusted ones to pertain to specific instances like this. Jorah was no medicine man, but she trusts him all the same. ]

That is unfortunate. [ The passage of time, she interjects. ] The longer this feels, the more likely trouble will find us. More than it already had.

[ Common sense, but she feels the need to state it. To show her anxiousness of feeling caged in something she truly can not help. However, even with however the next series of events relay as far as helping Eren – he gives valuable information, one that pries her from the stall wall to pace around them. ]

I... see. Then do not do that again. [ Don't fly places? Her voice was stern and given how she follows up with a command to Jorah, it is clear that Eren should heed her words. ] Ser Jorah, if he does anything risky, use your judgment to assist or advise against it. Is there any way I can help you both? I can not go storm the Coven and demand an audience, but if this place is far from the city we were originally brought to... I wonder if it exists truly outside of this realm of dreams. We shall see once we awaken.

[ Whenever that is. ]