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westwhere2022-01-27 12:23 am
thebrideoffire) wrote in westwhere2022-01-27 12:23 am
"Darkness reigns at the foot of the lighthouse."
WHO: Daenerys, Five, Jon Snow, Mingyu and Lee Chang
WHEN: January to 1/28
WHERE: The Lighthouse (Plot Roll Stuff!)
WHAT: The mirror calls and must be assembled
WARNINGS: Violence, mind control, dragons, talk of death. Anything else will be added.
Drogon's habit of bringing gifts from the lighthouse had increased. It was still only trinkets and tattered bits of clothes, often singed, but something he was clearly proud of. The influence of the lighthouse still seemed to hold him, as he often flew off even as Daenerys called to him. Using a stern voice, showing the whip once in desperation, none of it stopped Drogon from flying to the 10th floor.
What was truly disturbing was that Drogon often seemed to circle around, low to the entrance of the lighthouse, screeching at her, as though demanding she follow him. For several days, Dany resisted, knowing that whatever was in the lighthouse was likely to be some curse or ill omen. Had it not enchanted them into paranoia and greed? No one had been hurt, but actually stepping foot in there might trigger something far worse.
Or she might find something worse.
Much like the House of the Undying, there was a part of her that wanted knowledge. She wished to know what was inside, what magic was fueling it and why it seduced her dragon so easily. That thought, along with the alluring call of something, haunted her dreams. Each time she woke, she had to question if it was dragon dreams or something more?
The fourth day, she followed Drogon, hesitantly crossing the threshold.
The atmosphere was heavy, but still humming with...something. The surroundings weren't very pleasing. There was dust, cobwebs and everything you could imagine in a land that seemed almost dead. Each floor did not improve. There were no visions, no sounds really except some sound of glass in the distance.
Drogon flew ahead, screeching whenever she fell behind. Step by step, stair by stair, she climbed. One floor passed and then two; higher and higher, she followed her dragon as he called to her, luring her ahead with a dark promise. It was an enchantment in itself. A part of her wished to find that last right door, the one in the House of the Undying that lead to the center of it all, where the Undying waited for her. Here, it was less clear what she would find, but there was at least a promise with the Undying.
The scene she found was an odd one. Unnerving, true, but also...rather beautiful.
There was a mirror on the floor or rather the shards of it and Five seated in the middle of it all. Light glistened over the different shapes of glass, some small and some large, all varying in grooves and curves. It was no simple puzzle, but Five seemed intent on assembling it, solving the mystery of it all.
"What is this?"
WHEN: January to 1/28
WHERE: The Lighthouse (Plot Roll Stuff!)
WHAT: The mirror calls and must be assembled
WARNINGS: Violence, mind control, dragons, talk of death. Anything else will be added.
Drogon's habit of bringing gifts from the lighthouse had increased. It was still only trinkets and tattered bits of clothes, often singed, but something he was clearly proud of. The influence of the lighthouse still seemed to hold him, as he often flew off even as Daenerys called to him. Using a stern voice, showing the whip once in desperation, none of it stopped Drogon from flying to the 10th floor.
What was truly disturbing was that Drogon often seemed to circle around, low to the entrance of the lighthouse, screeching at her, as though demanding she follow him. For several days, Dany resisted, knowing that whatever was in the lighthouse was likely to be some curse or ill omen. Had it not enchanted them into paranoia and greed? No one had been hurt, but actually stepping foot in there might trigger something far worse.
Or she might find something worse.
Much like the House of the Undying, there was a part of her that wanted knowledge. She wished to know what was inside, what magic was fueling it and why it seduced her dragon so easily. That thought, along with the alluring call of something, haunted her dreams. Each time she woke, she had to question if it was dragon dreams or something more?
The fourth day, she followed Drogon, hesitantly crossing the threshold.
The atmosphere was heavy, but still humming with...something. The surroundings weren't very pleasing. There was dust, cobwebs and everything you could imagine in a land that seemed almost dead. Each floor did not improve. There were no visions, no sounds really except some sound of glass in the distance.
Drogon flew ahead, screeching whenever she fell behind. Step by step, stair by stair, she climbed. One floor passed and then two; higher and higher, she followed her dragon as he called to her, luring her ahead with a dark promise. It was an enchantment in itself. A part of her wished to find that last right door, the one in the House of the Undying that lead to the center of it all, where the Undying waited for her. Here, it was less clear what she would find, but there was at least a promise with the Undying.
The scene she found was an odd one. Unnerving, true, but also...rather beautiful.
There was a mirror on the floor or rather the shards of it and Five seated in the middle of it all. Light glistened over the different shapes of glass, some small and some large, all varying in grooves and curves. It was no simple puzzle, but Five seemed intent on assembling it, solving the mystery of it all.
"What is this?"
Daenerys and Five
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At first Five believed he'd made a miscalculation when he teleported somewhere he didn't mean to be. He can blame it on the fact that he's barely slept and he's had a lot his mind. But every time he blinks away, he comes back to the middle of the same hall of broken mirrors. Instead of being rightfully alarmed that he's somehow drawn to them, he shakes off his confusion and decides that he must have subconsciously wanted to explore this floor anyway.
The mirrors are different here than the ones they saw outside, though he has no idea how he can tell so easily. Breaking them hadn't released whatever magic they were used for. He can feel them when he gets near, and a chill unsettles something deep inside that he thought he was rid of.
Without any real intention, he approaches a pile of shards surrounding a dark silver mirror and sits beside them. They're waiting there, like a puzzle desperate to be whole again. He picks them up, one by one, until slowly the pieces begin to fit together. Once he's managed a large enough area, he sees an image start to emerge. It's not his reflection looking back, but someone else, and he can't tell if they are trapped inside the mirror or spying on him from somewhere far away.
He hears a voice nearby, but doesn't turn his head to see who it is. Never breaking his gaze from those pale blue eyes that continue to stare back at him.
"Who are you?"
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There was no asking for her to join, rather a simple need. Drogon brought her here, perhaps there is some meaning behind all of this.
"What did you see?" She asked, not stopping to look up at him. "Who were you speaking to?"
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He instinctively shields his face as he falls back and the glass blows apart on impact. When he lowers his arms he's still stunned by the audacity of the interruption, and he watches wide-eyed as the flying lizard disappears out of the nearest window. When he looks back at the ground, not one piece remains intact. All of his progress gone.
The woman is still nearby. He remembers noting her before, her and her dragon, and he finally decides to answer her.
"Wish I could tell you." He eyes the shard still in her hand and his mouth stretches into a tight smile. "You could have picked a better way to get my attention."
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This was worse than naughtiness, it was a tragedy.
"This isn't my doing." She feels a bit defensive at that. It was true that she trained Drogon and that she could command him...if that was even the right word. This wasn't what she wished though. This physically hurt her in a way she couldn't explain. The loss of it, the broken pieces of the mirror that seemed emptier. She couldn't stand the sight of it.
Dany knelt, trying to help reassemble the pieces, beginning the long work again.
"Let me help you."
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Mirrors have been plaguing him for months. If he could have just seen who was behind it, he'd finally understand... something.
He heaves a heavy sigh and runs a hand through his hair as his anger subsides. It's hard for him to remember how long it took him to connect the pieces he'd assembled, and it'll go quicker with help. Five doesn't know what brought her here, but at least someone recognizes what's important.
"Fine." He nods to her when he sees her already kneeling. That's all he says, and then he's back at his task, carefully picking up the jagged edges of glass and laying them out to find a match.
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"How did you find this?" He might be silent, but she wishes to converse. If only to help pass the time as they attempt to put all of these pieces back together. She was also curious what he might have seen, but was there something even there? She saw a flash of blue before Drogon blew it apart.
The dragon had disappeared, having accomplished mischief and eager to find whatever drew him to the lighthouse.
"We might need to bring in others."
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The impossibility of the task hardly seems to register to him. Compared to what he's overcome, his lifetime of figuring out the math to go back in time and stop the world from ending, this is nothing. No one alive can match his determination once he's clear on what needs to be done. It doesn't matter how many pieces it's in, or how long it might take, he can make it whole again.
"It brought me here," he remarks offhandedly at her question, like that answer isn't extremely disturbing. Ordinarily he might have kept quiet, but in this instance it seems like an anecdote that proves how important this is. "I felt it, and whenever I tried to blink away I came back to it. Obviously whoever is behind it is trying to show me something."
No explanation on what he means by 'blink', but he assumes everyone should know what he does by now. Then she makes some remark about bringing in others. He doesn't feel like leaving to call for anyone to join them. Then again, he is more eager to get the mirror together than he is to keep it a secret, so he eventually concedes with a nod.
"It might go faster."
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That was how she felt as well, the idea that it brought her here. While it hadn't called to her in the same way it had for Five, but it had called Drogon and Drogon heeded that call, bringing her with him. There was a purpose for her to be here and her dragon sensed that.
"Do you think there is someone behind it?" That was what she was unsure of. It wasn't as if she had any reason to think otherwise, but it felt powerful in its own right. She hadn't thought about anyone else, only the mirror, even after she witnessed that blue eye before Drogon scatted the shards.
"We will need to eat." Sleep could be voluntary, but food would help them continue. "Do you have any that you would trust with this?"
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"There was someone on the other side." Of course someone is behind it. And as far as eating is concerned, he can wave her off. He spent the majority of his life in the wastelands of the apocalypse; he know exactly how long he can go without eating. As for her other question: "I know several people who don't have destructive pet dragons, actually."
And yet he's allowing her to stay. There probably are others he could ask, but he's not getting up to find them just yet. Not until he gets another glimpse of what was on the other side of the mirror.
"If you have someone in mind, feel free. As long as they don't get in the way."
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"He isn't a pet," she said tersely. There is little to annoy her, but given her desire to rebuild the mirror and the seeming constant blame he was casting on Drogon, the term brings a bit more bite to her voice. If she were thinking more clearly, she might connect his actions to the House of the Undying. Drogon always seemed to know things intuitively, but none of this really filtered into her mind.
She considers making a cutting remark, noting that this mirror was not his but something he stumbled on. Still, she remained quiet, sorting the shards and putting them together. "Very well."