Among the refugees, the Bloody Flux was spreading. So many had come to Meereen from Astapor and the numbers would likely only increase as the days went by. What little Daenerys could do, she tried. Food was sent, even as the storerooms started to empty at a faster rate. She sent healers, Blue Graces, and Spell Singers, but they were slowly becoming overworked. Even the oil she ordered for the pyres was dwindling.
With the ships from Qarth, Tolos, and New Ghis blocking the harbor, it was unlikely that supplies could reach them in time, if anything could arrive at all. She didn't have the numbers to wage war against them and keep the peace in her city, meanwhile she was counting the days that Hizdar managed to fulfill his promise and avert more Harpy attacks.
With all of these things weighing on her mind, Dany wearily walked back towards the Great Pyramid. Her entourage was with her but kept a bit of distance, granting her a moment of privacy to think over her options. Really though, she was wishing for a bath, something warm to eat and a night of sleep. Too often her nights had been sleepless, too often she had been overburden with troubles.
The people disappeared around her, becoming hazy figures passing as quickly as clouds. Her peace was disturbed by a few of her soldiers charging in front of her, blocking her path where a stranger seemed to be standing in the middle of the street. He didn't have the look of a noble or one of the freedmen. His attire was strange and foreign. Unsurprisingly, her men must have assumed he was an assassin.
She placed her hand on Strong Belwas's arm and stepped between her men, unafraid. "Were you among the refugees?"
The last thing Diego remembers is opening the briefcase with the rest of his siblings, the one that was supposed to take him from the 1960s back to 2019. But Herb must have grabbed the wrong suitcase because he ends up in a foreign world and universe -- he's traveled through time, but not through worlds before. It's more than a little disconcerting and if it seems like he's on edge it's because he is.
He's been looking for his siblings. Any of them. Even Luther. But they seem to be missing and that's also not comforting. Where did they end up? Why is he here alone?
He has so many questions. And knives. No wonder her men thought he was an assassin, honestly. But then this woman turns to speak to him, and maybe she can at least help him with some answers.
"I wasn't...I've never been here before. I don't even know where here is."
She has to wonder if he's delirious, given his response and otherwise uncertainty about where he was. Knives didn't trouble her, spreading sickness did. Whether he belonged in this city or not, she wanted to at least know if his life was at risk. She approached him without hesitation, standing on her tip toes to look into his eyes and over his face. No sheen of sweat, no glassy expression. She didn't feel the same intense heat radiating from his skin. It wasn't a guarantee, but it would at least allow her time to send for one of the healers to inspect him more thoroughly.
She said something back to her entourage in a Ghiscari before gesturing for him to sit nearby. A wine seller had set up tents against the heat and allowed customers to sit and enjoy what they had bought. Given the current troubles, no one else was about, allowing them a brief moment in the shade and without swarming crowds.
He hadn't seemed to recognize the language, though one could never be certain. He didn't appear to recognize her either, both a blessing and a surprise. If he wasn't certain how he came to be here, then how was he in the city? Her guards wouldn't let anyone in at this time, not with the Pale Mare circulating.
"Where are you from?" She asked, gesturing for two cups of wine to be provided for them.
"New York, though I doubt you would have heard of such a place."
He's really not sure what more he should be saying -- if anything. Saying too much in the 60s had gotten him through into an asylum and while he does not regret his desire to try to save John F Kennedy from being killed, he'd like to avoid being locked up again, if he could prevent it.
He finally sits down, even though he's still buzzing with nervous anxious energy. Where were his siblings? Why had he ended up in this place? Had they only made an even bigger mess of things, somehow? First thing first though, he needs to at least try to place where he is before spiraling into paranoid thoughts. She and her companions speak a language he doesn't recognize -- and he knows more than a few. His father -- if you could call Reginald Hargreeves a father -- had made sure they all learned their fare share -- though Diego struggled with it more than his siblings due to his stutter.
She hasn't heard of New York, so it was difficult to judge how far he had traveled and if he had passed through the areas where the Pale Mare had spread quicker. Everything about this man was strange. His reaction, his clothing and mannerisms. She couldn't pinpoint it, feeling as though he were something of an enigma.
Again, he didn't know where he was. It only made her worry more that he was delirious, but as far as she could tell, there was no fever, no sign of sickness. If he was infected, it should have manifested by now.
"You are in Meereen." She told him calmly, then adding, "Meereen is in Essos." Did he at least know Essos? That would be something, but if he couldn't remember or didn't know, would that mean he was mad or magical?
Which is not comforting at all, at least usually when Five gets them in messes it's just in times not....transporting them to literal fantasy worlds. Which is what this looks like. He stands out like a sore thumb, to say the very least.
"Have you seen anyone else dressed like me? I got separated from my siblings."
"How is that possible?" Unless he somehow hit his head and forget everything...well, she was left with either he was mad or it was magic. He didn't appear mad, but what were the signs? Apparently she didn't have it, but was it truly so simple to see in someone? He seemed rational and reasonable.
And if this was magic? It unsettled her a bit. This seemed stronger than the House of the Undying. Was he...was he a potential assassin.
"No, I have never seen anyone dressed as you." She scanned the crowd as though one of them would suddenly appear. Her earlier troubles drained away at this strange mystery. Someone lost though, without his family, she could understand that.
"It's a long story, one that I imagine won't make a hell of a lot of sense to you."
Honestly? It barely made sense to Diego. He definitely didn't have the brains for time travel or dimension travel or whatever the hell it is -- that was Five's expertise and even he messed it up....pretty frequently, honestly.
"Human? I mean what else would I be?"
Technically he's a superpowered human but he's not exactly going to play that card yet.
Though there was a strong likelihood that she wouldn't be able to follow. Strategy, economics and governance were all things she could learn and learn quickly. Magic like this? This might be beyond her. If it was magic. She still wasn't completely convinced, no matter what she might have experienced before.
There's a hesitation to trust him, unable to forget what happened with Pyat Pree and Mirri Maz Duur. He has a trustworthy face, but how many times had an enemy approached with kind features and gentle words?
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PSL - Diego - Surprise Visitor to Meereen
Date: 2021-10-28 15:09 (UTC)With the ships from Qarth, Tolos, and New Ghis blocking the harbor, it was unlikely that supplies could reach them in time, if anything could arrive at all. She didn't have the numbers to wage war against them and keep the peace in her city, meanwhile she was counting the days that Hizdar managed to fulfill his promise and avert more Harpy attacks.
With all of these things weighing on her mind, Dany wearily walked back towards the Great Pyramid. Her entourage was with her but kept a bit of distance, granting her a moment of privacy to think over her options. Really though, she was wishing for a bath, something warm to eat and a night of sleep. Too often her nights had been sleepless, too often she had been overburden with troubles.
The people disappeared around her, becoming hazy figures passing as quickly as clouds. Her peace was disturbed by a few of her soldiers charging in front of her, blocking her path where a stranger seemed to be standing in the middle of the street. He didn't have the look of a noble or one of the freedmen. His attire was strange and foreign. Unsurprisingly, her men must have assumed he was an assassin.
She placed her hand on Strong Belwas's arm and stepped between her men, unafraid. "Were you among the refugees?"
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Date: 2021-10-30 08:10 (UTC)The last thing Diego remembers is opening the briefcase with the rest of his siblings, the one that was supposed to take him from the 1960s back to 2019. But Herb must have grabbed the wrong suitcase because he ends up in a foreign world and universe -- he's traveled through time, but not through worlds before. It's more than a little disconcerting and if it seems like he's on edge it's because he is.
He's been looking for his siblings. Any of them. Even Luther. But they seem to be missing and that's also not comforting. Where did they end up? Why is he here alone?
He has so many questions. And knives. No wonder her men thought he was an assassin, honestly. But then this woman turns to speak to him, and maybe she can at least help him with some answers.
"I wasn't...I've never been here before. I don't even know where here is."
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Date: 2021-11-02 01:22 (UTC)She said something back to her entourage in a Ghiscari before gesturing for him to sit nearby. A wine seller had set up tents against the heat and allowed customers to sit and enjoy what they had bought. Given the current troubles, no one else was about, allowing them a brief moment in the shade and without swarming crowds.
He hadn't seemed to recognize the language, though one could never be certain. He didn't appear to recognize her either, both a blessing and a surprise. If he wasn't certain how he came to be here, then how was he in the city? Her guards wouldn't let anyone in at this time, not with the Pale Mare circulating.
"Where are you from?" She asked, gesturing for two cups of wine to be provided for them.
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Date: 2021-11-02 08:00 (UTC)"New York, though I doubt you would have heard of such a place."
He's really not sure what more he should be saying -- if anything. Saying too much in the 60s had gotten him through into an asylum and while he does not regret his desire to try to save John F Kennedy from being killed, he'd like to avoid being locked up again, if he could prevent it.
He finally sits down, even though he's still buzzing with nervous anxious energy. Where were his siblings? Why had he ended up in this place? Had they only made an even bigger mess of things, somehow? First thing first though, he needs to at least try to place where he is before spiraling into paranoid thoughts. She and her companions speak a language he doesn't recognize -- and he knows more than a few. His father -- if you could call Reginald Hargreeves a father -- had made sure they all learned their fare share -- though Diego struggled with it more than his siblings due to his stutter.
Right. Focus. Task at hand.
"Where is this, exactly?"
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Date: 2021-11-03 23:10 (UTC)Again, he didn't know where he was. It only made her worry more that he was delirious, but as far as she could tell, there was no fever, no sign of sickness. If he was infected, it should have manifested by now.
"You are in Meereen." She told him calmly, then adding, "Meereen is in Essos." Did he at least know Essos? That would be something, but if he couldn't remember or didn't know, would that mean he was mad or magical?
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Date: 2021-11-08 02:47 (UTC)"Never heard of it."
Which is not comforting at all, at least usually when Five gets them in messes it's just in times not....transporting them to literal fantasy worlds. Which is what this looks like. He stands out like a sore thumb, to say the very least.
"Have you seen anyone else dressed like me? I got separated from my siblings."
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Date: 2021-11-08 03:00 (UTC)And if this was magic? It unsettled her a bit. This seemed stronger than the House of the Undying. Was he...was he a potential assassin.
"No, I have never seen anyone dressed as you." She scanned the crowd as though one of them would suddenly appear. Her earlier troubles drained away at this strange mystery. Someone lost though, without his family, she could understand that.
"What are you, exactly?"
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Date: 2021-11-08 04:04 (UTC)"It's a long story, one that I imagine won't make a hell of a lot of sense to you."
Honestly? It barely made sense to Diego. He definitely didn't have the brains for time travel or dimension travel or whatever the hell it is -- that was Five's expertise and even he messed it up....pretty frequently, honestly.
"Human? I mean what else would I be?"
Technically he's a superpowered human but he's not exactly going to play that card yet.
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Date: 2021-11-08 04:10 (UTC)Though there was a strong likelihood that she wouldn't be able to follow. Strategy, economics and governance were all things she could learn and learn quickly. Magic like this? This might be beyond her. If it was magic. She still wasn't completely convinced, no matter what she might have experienced before.
There's a hesitation to trust him, unable to forget what happened with Pyat Pree and Mirri Maz Duur. He has a trustworthy face, but how many times had an enemy approached with kind features and gentle words?
"Are you a mage?" She might as well ask directly.
Not that she really expected an answer.