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Aegon "Jon Snow" Targaryen ([personal profile] northerndragon) wrote in [community profile] agogelogs2018-04-04 08:43 pm

[OPEN] The Glass Spider Had Blue Eyes Almost Like A Human's

WHO? Jon Snow, Ghost, and... maybe you?
WHAT? Spider-time Training, Fish Exploration, Direwolf Meet and Greets, Birch Story Grind Sessions, etc.
WHEN? Backdated into late March and forward-dated up to the launch of the Jhashch Mission in mid-April.
ANYTHING ELSE? This network post. Also, everything is OTA whether or not I marked it OTA, unless it's very specifically marked closed.



[For those who haven't met him: Jon is of middling height, slender and well-muscled, with longish, curling black hair and warm dark eyes, sometimes lively and sometimes sad. He speaks with a broad and pronounced Northern accent, which in real-world terms sounds like an English accent from Yorkshire or thereabouts.]
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[personal profile] dorzalta 2018-04-05 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She's covered in glitter. The first few attacks are from refusing to bow. The next few come from her attempts at dancing with Mordred. Suffice it to say, two women who are bent on doing things their way are not the best dance partners, and thus, she'd been consumed a total of four times thus far.

By the time she'd spied Jon and tugged him onto the dance floor, it was five times and her mood had turned sour. Glitter hangs off her in every imaginable place: her hair, her face, even her eyelashes. If they found a way up her nostrils, she'd be unsurprised. Rather an unfortunate thing, but at least her dress is the sort that is easily cleaned, the black one from Meereen.

"This is ridiculous," she says in response, watching him hop. "I've not once seen Irriella perform in this way. We're not puppets, Jon."

Her droid wheels closer, and she spins on it, holding a finger up. "Do not. Do you see your companion?" A gesture to the droid still in the wall, courtesy of Mordred. "I promise your fate will be far worse."

Pow! "You have been consumed!"

...

And now there is glitter in her mouth. Lovely.
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[personal profile] dorzalta 2018-04-06 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
She stands there, eyes closed and blowing gusts of glitter from her nose as if it were flame. Her hands ball into fists, more of the glitter dusting off her as if it were snow, piling around the trail of her dress. How does one remove it from their mouth without making a show of it? Carefully. When it's on the tip of her tongue, she blows a quiet raspberry to expel some of it. Then she shakes her head, more of the glitter falling away.

By the time she turns back to Jon, she's far more sparklier than she was moments ago, and there's a near pained air to her... as if all of this is beneath her. Glitter...

"She seems to have some of their qualities, even knows some of their customs." He's some glitter on him from her attack. She reaches for him to try and dust it off. "I still so no reason to hop."
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[personal profile] dorzalta 2018-04-06 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
He's laughing at her! Well, not quite, but close enough. With a huff, she's giving his middle a light shove, stepping closer into his space as she does so to prove she holds no true ire toward him.

Maybe he does deserve that glitter on him. She's half tempted to hug him close to have it transfer from her dress to his clothing, but decides against it when he seems to settle. Whatever thought crosses his mind, she doesn't like it.

"At least you look charming when you hop," she mutters. Sulking, she's most certainly sulking--in a dignified fashion. "I had no reason to dance at my court in Meereen, my lord. Nor had I reason to as a girl. Someone will have to teach me properly."
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[personal profile] dorzalta 2018-04-06 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
The start of a smile. She would rather reach up and tug him down to kiss him properly for that comment. Charming all the time. Her king is the charming one, and he doesn't even realize it.

"You need to be light on your feet for dancing and fighting, I imagine?" It's enough to ease her ire, drawing her back into a more amicable state. "That's how I felt whenever I watched my armies."

Unconsciously, she fidgets under his poke. Lifting her chin, meeting his gaze, glitter and all, she lifts her brows. "Should I be grateful that someone inspires you enough to teach me?"
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[personal profile] dorzalta 2018-04-06 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Mistakes will occur." She doubts Grothia would allow someone so ill prepared to attend this sort of mission. "It's how one recovers, I imagine, that would also dictate how the Day-Ones react. You are a king. You are the Warden of the North. All of the positions you've held speak of strength and power. Emulate those."

She meets that gaze, her eyes warm and soft. But soon the moment is broken, and she's doing as he suggests, curling her fingers around his arm, grip light, as she steps closer to him. More glitter falls.

"Viserys never had reason to teach me." Suffice it to say, she doubts he ever learned. "Nor were there many reasons for the Dothraki to follow a formal dance."
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[personal profile] horsepowered 2018-04-06 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Chiron, from not too terribly far away, heard something that sounded like speech rather than simply animal noises. Curiosity, and the logical guess that it was related to a fellow COST member, prompted him to track the source of the noise, if only to satisfy a mad bout of curiosity. (This wonderful space seemed to inspire it.)

He isn't sure what he expected, but seeing Jon versus a dragonkeet keen on making Jon's hair a home is most certainly not something that had been on the list. Temporarily at a loss for words, he takes a moment to simply drink in the entire scene before him.

"Oh dear," he finally manages, trotting over towards Jon. There's no question of do you need help the real issue is how do I help? "There's no particular food in the area that we know these fellows eat, is there?"

Distracting it with food and then fleeing is perhaps obvious, but it may work.
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[personal profile] dorzalta 2018-04-07 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"You know perfectly well your place." That she has no doubt, and so it's spoken with confidence and no hint of waiver in her voice. "We couldn't do many things growing up."

She understands him, the necessity of remaining near invisible, knowing your place. Glancing down, watching his foot, she looks back up and attempts to follow his instruction.

"The point, however, is that you have authority and power. Embrace it, if nothing more than for the people you fight to protect."

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