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mother of dragons. ([personal profile] freeing) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-02-08 07:55 pm

[open] february log

Who: Daenerys Targaryen + Open Prompts
When: All month, baby.
Where: Aefenglom and outside the walls
What: Open starters for Daenerys for the month. I'm trying to limit certain prompts so no overlap occurs. Please make note of the numbers next to the prompt name.
Warnings: N/A as of now.





FARMLANDS
[ It has been a hard few weeks, it is known. No amount of distance could truly calm her paranoia and anger – but she tries. Gods, does she try. The Rathmore execution gives her a sense of satisfaction, but after that... how else can she process the healing she needs to allow herself? She flees the city, as was her word. Risking the Cwyld infection over the evil of men was a stubborn thing to do, but it helps make her feel safe. The farmlands that were her sanctuary now had quite some work to do, but it was all she had.

This is not her ideal place, there's still an awkwardness of not having high walls or pyramids to retreat to – but she makes the best of it. Daenerys promises its owner payment with her reparations to rebuild and possibly... allows herself to begin to heal.

a. River – 1 Slot **FULL
Daenerys had still nightmares about what had happened to her – still consumed by an anger that feels so... natural. Was it the Targaryen in her or the dragon in her? She isn't sure, sadly.

The farm's elderly owner had suggested many things – medicinal flowers to calm her, hours of stories of the olden days, and also the location of a small river that snakes behind the farm off a beaten path one must cross to find a tree she always goes to for solitude.

Of course, Daenerys' dragon affliction made her sense to wander at an all-time high closer to the full moons. One of those sounded more pleasing than the others. So, as she ventures to the forest path behind the farmlands, she finds the river and begins to cross. It was simple enough – a small footbridge made of old wood seemingly was safe if an elderly woman could traverse to it, is it not? Each foot step careful, it couldn't anticipate the frigid temperature had rotten the wood quicker and – she doesn't realize it until it's too late. In she goes, tumbling into the river with a scream and slosh. Did you know dragons don't fare well in cold like this?

b. Travelers – Open
Days after her little accident, she has been better suited. Any cold she had received from her plunge in the cold waters was gone and instead – she finds herself being of some use. She can be seen feeding chickens and tending to the horses out in eye-sight of travelers. It was odd to find something like this calming, yet here she was – trying to deal with it. Even if Jorah was here to do it for her... she isn't a Queen here, she has to learn to survive somehow.

There was a sudden storm, however that was expected within the next hour or so. If not outside, she is inside reading books about the full moon and old children's tales passed down through the farm owner's family. Travelers who stop by and ask for some shelter until the storm passes will be met with some supplies, good company, and a somewhat light dinner. ]



CITY BUSINESS
[ Daenerys would be a fool if she believed she could survive outside of the city walls without any assistance. She weighed the stubbornness in her heart and the bitterness still fresh in her mind – she would not be deemed as a charity case to the Aefenglom government, but she will work with them. The stipend provided to her for reparations allowed her to help a farm outside of the city garner the means to sustain itself again, after all. So, she comes on a beautiful white mare into town – for business.

a. In Parliament – 2 Slots **FULL
She is left with a sense of being able to speak for the fellow Mirrorbound and Dorcharcht refugees now with the Council, natural instinct to rule alone was pushed aside to ensure she works with those able to feasibly protect their kind. Isn't that what it came down to when things got tense? Us versus them? She hates that it has to be this way, her paranoia still rooted as she makes her first contact with Coven Witches to discuss business. By the time she is done, she is seen visibly having to catch her breath outside of the Parliament building – burying her own trauma of the last time she was here seeing her tormentors beheaded.

b. Market District – Open
The city was as bustling as always, but there was a caution since the Rathmores were seized and executed. Shops closed at sunset, more guards filtered through the market. That pleased her when she first arrived. It was a small change, one that put herself at ease.

Daenerys stops by a horse-keeper who made a deal with Daenerys to fit her newly acquired horse with new reigns, saddles, and horse-shoes. The horse-keeper's children was so fascinated with Drogon that she nearly becomes distracted over how much time had passed since she arrived.

She'll eventually find herself in a potions shop, picking up something for the farm's owner. She is a bit embarrassed once the shop owner proudly announces a hormonal potion used to help attract suitors. Yikes.

Finally, she'll browse through a winery, charmed by the seller's calls to passerbys to try the latest uncorked bottles. Fortunately, she does not feel compelled to drink – the last time such an occasion happened, she was nearly poisoned... So, Dany awkwardly and insistently declines. ]



WILDCARD
[ Dany will be stopping in Aefenglom for business, but will make a special stop at the refugee area in city. She'll be delivering some extra bags of goods from the farm's owner and ensuring they have been treated well. She will also offer jobs to the strong refugees who wish to find coin and housing outside of the city. Please note: for all prompts, Daenerys will be actively wearing attire that covers her missing scales on her neck, arms, waist, and thighs.


UPDATE 2/16: If your character is leaving or returning from the outpost, I'm totally down for threads with the farmlands prompt there!

If you have an idea for another wildcard, please feel free to PM me and we can hash it out! ]
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City Business - Parliament

[personal profile] overworker 2020-02-09 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Towa had been among those who witnessed the beheading of the people found responsible for the suffering of so many of their numbers. Disgusted as she was by their hearts, it was difficult for her to feel good about so much death. For all that she's seen of it back home and here, she can't help but have a bad taste for it.

From the blood, at least one good thing must come. Seeing those around her rallying to become a part of the solution-- to be the voice that the mirrorbound have lacked up until now-- This is the closest thing to "hope" that she's felt in a long time.

She does not know what good she can do for these people, but as someone who has stood in places of leadership and been able to offer some level of organizational skill and experience, she does wish to be a part of the change that will allow them to come into their own.

But the paranoia and tension still exist. It will take time to heal, if it is possible. More so for those who've suffered.

Towa pulls Daenary's aside when it is all over with a hand on her arm.
]

Thank you for your contribution. I was really relieved when I saw your name among the council members. I know you can do a lot of good, where right now there isn't much.

[She squeezes her arm fondly.]

It's going to take time for us all to really get a feel for what it is that we can accomplish-- but if you ever need it, know that you have my support one hundred percent.

[If the time came that she needed someone to stand behind her, Towa would do so gladly. She trusted this woman-- more than most that she'd met from worlds other than her own. And she still owed her a great deal, in her mind, for the strength and friendship that she'd offered her.]

But while we think on that-- would you like to have some tea with me?
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river! let's assume sometime around the wilders expedition

[personal profile] bolstafir 2020-02-09 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He's heard all the warnings about the Cwyld and all, considered his lack of Aura or this world's magic. But in the end, Qrow is a Huntsman, and this is the exact sort of thing he's done all his life. Exploring the uncharted areas between kingdoms, going on missions to destroy pockets of Grimm--what the Wilders are doing matches his skillset perfectly, and so he volunteers as soon as he can convince them that he's fine. Look at his cool-ass scythe shotgun, okay? There's no way that won't come in handy!

Still, he does stick somewhat close to the Wilders, just in case, despite his natural inclination to keep a distance. He isn't completely lacking in self-preservation skills, after all. Just mostly.

It goes more or less fine until the group is walking along the river, and suddenly there's that scream and splash, and Qrow's head jerks toward the bridge as she falls. It's not his fault. He knows for a fact that it cannot be, that something has sealed up his Aura and his Semblance alongside it but he is so, so used to being the source of suffering all around him that there's guilt in his heart immediately, and it's hard to say whether it's that or longterm Huntsman instinct that has him in the frigid waters, Harbinger tossed aside alongside his cape, before he even knows it.

He surfaces with an arm around her, treading water as he grasps for the nearest branch to resist the current. Now to just figure out how best to get them both to shore.]


You okay?
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city business - parliament

[personal profile] digiorno 2020-02-09 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[If there was a way to avoid contact with the Coven's witches in this whole procedure, Giorno would do it. His level of trust in them is at an all-time low, and there's no way to ignore it when he's brought face-to-face with them. It's fortunate that he's as good as he is at compartmentalizing. And lying — he gets through the proceedings with a neutral expression or, when presented with a greeting, question, or interesting idea, a Mona Lisa smile.]

[Nonetheless, by the time it's over, he's thoroughly done. The whole process felt like being in the mouth of a lion, and he's escaping between a gap in its front teeth. It will get better, he tells himself; it will get easier. They will establish themselves, gain credibility. This will become their place, once all is said and done, not the Coven's.]

[When he sees Daenerys, he considers moving along. Not out of a lack of sympathy, but because if it were him, he probably wouldn't want to be looked at, let alone spoken to. But he should leave the choice of telling him to fuck off to her, he supposes.]

[When he comes to lean against the wall a few feet to one side of her, it's without making eye contact; he stares straight ahead.]


Stuffy in there, isn't it? [Mmhm.]
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travelers

[personal profile] extirpator 2020-02-09 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ truth be told, the lush nature and danger that dwells beyond the wall is more reminiscent of home than anything else had been. he travels by his lonesome — his greatsword hangs over his back, the weight of the metal rapping against his armor. the farmlands slowly come into view, and nier finds himself drawn immediately, crouching before some of the crops.

there's a woman tending to her chickens nearby. a finger sweeps against the soil. ]


...The wind's picking up. I think there's a storm coming.

[ nier lifts his head up to look towards her. ]

You have a good harvest coming up. It shouldn't go to waste.
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market district - potions shop

[personal profile] blankpieces 2020-02-10 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Do you have anything for warmth?

[Near's small frame is currently wrapped from head to toe in warm clothing, including several scarves that cover most of his head. It isn't enough. As the full moon had risen his blood had gone cold. As far as he knew this was the only change so far, but in this frigid weather that's hard enough to deal with.

A coat can't trap in warmth if his body isn't warm to begin with, so he'd been sure to sit a while by the fire before wrapping himself up. This way his clothing could trap in some of the heat from his skin. Unfortunately that only lasts for so long.

He has his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he huddles in on himself and he has no problem interrupting the shopkeeper's hormonal potion advertising.]


Something that's safe for the skin, preferably.

[Otherwise he's going to have to get something enchanted - or stay indoors. He can already feel himself getting sluggish when he goes out into the chill.

He gives the woman a brief look, but isn't at all apologetic for the interruption.]
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[personal profile] bolstafir 2020-02-10 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, it's crisis where Qrow functions best. His heart is in his throat as he grips the branch, some part of him braced for it to snap, even as a scratch on his hand from grabbing for it reminds him of his locked Aura--and yet it's still easy to focus without the urge for something to soothe his nerves, dampen his presence in the moment.

Where Daenerys panics, Qrow is steady. His grip is firm, and his tone doesn't waver.]


Easy, I've got you. Can you get your arms around my waist? I'm going to let go so I can pull us up.
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[personal profile] extirpator 2020-02-10 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the smile is responded to with a gentle nod in kind, although his eyes do drift back towards the crops, if only to study them. a moment’s worth of silence passes, and then he raises to his full height, eyes overlooking the fields — and then back towards her. ]

If you have spare cloth, we can protect them. A burlap sack, twine, wood for a frame — that’s all you need to get the job done.

[ his hands come to his hips, and an amiable smile plays along his lips. ]

No use in praying when you can get the job done yourself. I like these guys. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to them.
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[personal profile] extirpator 2020-02-11 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Sure thing. [ the words are said gently and accompanied by a nod — he descends again, and empties one of his rucksacks. wordlessly, his hands reach for a few stray branches; the winter had nudged them to the ground. a survival knife materializes in his hand, and he wittles the ends of each branch, creating a makeshift structure around the carrot top.

and then over goes the rucksack — he produces a bit of string from his pocket, only to tie and tether the cloth to the plant. ]


See? Just like that. [ nier looks towards her, his head now slightly canted. ] When I was younger, I made the mistake of leaving my crops exposed during a storm. They all blew away, and the season was a hard one for me. It happened a few times — until I figured out how to keep them in place.

[ and so he stands again, the recollection now distant in his mind. that's right; that's what this place had reminded him of. his fields, and the struggle and joy they had brought him. ]

It takes some time to learn. But I can help you. [ and then there's a beat. ] After all, you'd get a good stew out of these.
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[personal profile] blankpieces 2020-02-11 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Near would be willing to argue that he'd done her a favor, but his own issues are more important right now.]

It wouldn't need to last long. It would just need to be an option.

[This is one more puzzle to solve, and he has to come at it from every possible angle. If there are magical solutions to be had he wants to keep them on hand. Finding alternative heating options is a must and this isn't a situation where he's always going to be able to rely on others to provide for him.

Part of him might also be attracted to the idea of collecting various heat sources, but that's a problem for another time.]


Are you not also cold-blooded? [He asks this as he notes her scales.]
Edited (how do I write at 1 am) 2020-02-11 07:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] extirpator 2020-02-12 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Yep. [ it makes him want to laugh a bit — the way it draws her in, that is. there's an almost child-like eagerness there, like the concept is entirely foreign to her. he gives the cloth a harsh tug without any warning, and the plant remains firmly in place in spite of the sudden movement. ]

All of this is simpler than it seems. Just about anyone can learn. [ and it was true; he yielded harvests better than that of middle aged housewives and sunburnt men, simply because his mind had been young and simplistic. he smiles, just a bit, and fishes out a packet of moonflower seeds. ]

Keep this for the spring. It would be nice to see some flowers on this farm. For the meantime, we should get the rest of these covered.

[ and then there's a beat. ]

What's your name?
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[personal profile] blankpieces 2020-02-13 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Despite how varied all the creatures here are, there are only a certain amount of actual monster types. Given your apparent changes your options are limited.

[He pulls his coat a bit closer to himself.] I'll be a snake. [Things seem to be progressing toward the same changes as the ones in the dream. He has no reason to assume it will be anything different.] Perhaps you'll be something more glamorous.

[His eyes travel to the jewelry on her wrist.] Is an enchantment like that particularly expensive?
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[personal profile] bolstafir 2020-02-14 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
Hold on tight.

[He waits for her to grip as tightly to him as she can before he releases his own grip on her, shifting his other arm onto the branch. His hands are wet and its slippery, and he's trying not to expect bad luck as he slowly shimmies across the branch to the other side of the lakebed like a man on the world's worst monkey bars. The far bank accepts his weight more readily than the branch--once he's hoisted up his upper body far enough, scrambling up the rest of the way isn't too bad. Daenerys' arms might be a little scratched up from that last stretch, gripped tight to his torso as they were while he dragged himself onto shore, but they're safe.

He lets himself lay there a few moments before he gets up, shakes himself off like a dog, and ... sloshes over to where he tossed his cape and weapon. When he gets back, he holds out the former to her, at just enough of a distance that his hair won't drip on it. She'll notice--it's an old thing. Tattered and frayed at the edges. But it's the only thing that's dry.]


Here.
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[personal profile] blankpieces 2020-02-15 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Near is clearly displeased with this reply, and his brows furrow as he continues to stare at the item. Something like that would be incredibly useful, but of course it was an anonymous gift.

That's fine. There are only so many Mirrorbound here, and only so many who would want to send a gift to this particular woman. He'll check the various businesses. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out.]


...I see.

[He straightens, but only slightly. Near's posture isn't the best on a good day.]

I have to apologize for interrupting a few minutes ago. I thought I might be sparing you harassment.

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