[well. he meant to do voice. but again, fine motorskills are fraying. Gon is yelling Very Loudly, though his voice is unsteady, high and frantic.]
Geralt!! They took Killua! I couldn't catch them!!
[abruptly, Gon's expression wells with tears, his chin dimpling, though he still looks furious.]
I c-couldn't...
[he was too weak. again! all the time. he knows it's his new role in life, but he's definitely sick of it. Gon grits his teeth in a growl, rubbing a furry arm over his eyes as he sniffles.]
K-Killua mentioned you before, said you'd helped him out when I was gone. I read your guys's conversation. You know something about it, right?
If I go alone, I'll get myself killed.
[though it sounds like pleading in fear for his life, it's more accurate to say that Gon will go alone, and he's trying to avoid that; that kind of recklessness betrays his vows. that's the only thing stopping him, really.
.....that and he isn't really sure where to find Killua, so. pls, mysterious old man in Killua's not-phone]
[ Lucky the house is spacious; it leaves Geralt room to be alone. When a message comes in his phone, he's not inclined to look. Not until he hears it sound insistently.
Fuck. What is it now? Geralt flips it open. He expects Killua. Instead, the face that appears is new.
His blood runs cold. Not for the first time, either.
Geralt is as unfamiliar with this damn watch as ever, so it's switched to video by default as the reply mode and it's obvious he has no idea how to keep things in frame. His darkened expression is visible, though. ]
Th-the entertainment district, [Gon flusters, but he isn't too sure. it's only then that he notices he's on video, and he's too distracted to be too embarrassed. he turns his watch, swiping it slowly with its face to his surroundings, giving Geralt a peep, since Gon's too frazzled to articulate it too clearly.]
A friend of mine was infected with the Cwyld. He found Killua, and they got into a fight. I found them then, and then Killua got taken so suddenly; they just vanished into thin air.
[Gon's lip stiffens and he hiccups another angry little sob, scrubbing his eyes dry again.]
I dunno where he went... or what they're gonna do...
No! Are you crazy?! [Gon's voice cracks indignantly, and he angrily gives his eyes another rub, and grabs his watch to stare angrily at its screen.]
We should both go! I'm not as strong as I used to be, so I could die if I go alone—but there's no way I'm not going! So I either die, or I don't!
[Gon's too used to this. he resents it, but doesn't misunderstand it. he understands why adults speak to him this way, even with all the might he had in the peak of his gifts. even when he could break the bones of grown men with no supernatural assistance. Gon's breath is scattered with every inhale, very clearly on the verge of hyperventilating—but his expression is now contorted with anger and frustration, rather than sadness or regret.]
I need to know where he is. I need to know where that party's gonna be!
[ Ah, fuck. He doesn't have time for this. It's not that he didn't consider who else might have been snatched—but Jaskier's been so much at the forefront of his mind, he hasn't had the chance to think about anyone else until now.
He does know there's no way he'll be able to keep his attention on this kid while trying to free Jaskier and Killua both. Especially not one insisting he'll be killed on his own. The self-awareness is useful, but the bullish attitude despite it is not. ]
You'll die if you come with me. I can't keep you safe and get everyone out at the same time. Go the fuck home.
I'm not doing that, [Gon insists stubbornly, sounding indignant and resentful. but he doesn't think he can reason with Geralt, either—his point of view is understandable, of course, and Gon's only ever had one way to subvert people's expectations with this sort of thing.]
There's no way.
[the anger is weirdly sobering, though—and not wholly directed at Geralt (though he is pissed for the inconvenience, since he's going to have to find some other way to find out where the party is), of course. the skin beneath his eyelids still shine from recently shed tears, but he seems to have shifted gears from his initial teary upset, as he sometimes does.]
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Geralt!! They took Killua! I couldn't catch them!!
[abruptly, Gon's expression wells with tears, his chin dimpling, though he still looks furious.]
I c-couldn't...
[he was too weak. again! all the time. he knows it's his new role in life, but he's definitely sick of it. Gon grits his teeth in a growl, rubbing a furry arm over his eyes as he sniffles.]
K-Killua mentioned you before, said you'd helped him out when I was gone. I read your guys's conversation. You know something about it, right?
If I go alone, I'll get myself killed.
[though it sounds like pleading in fear for his life, it's more accurate to say that Gon will go alone, and he's trying to avoid that; that kind of recklessness betrays his vows. that's the only thing stopping him, really.
.....that and he isn't really sure where to find Killua, so. pls, mysterious old man in Killua's not-phone]
video;
Fuck. What is it now? Geralt flips it open. He expects Killua. Instead, the face that appears is new.
His blood runs cold. Not for the first time, either.
Geralt is as unfamiliar with this damn watch as ever, so it's switched to video by default as the reply mode and it's obvious he has no idea how to keep things in frame. His darkened expression is visible, though. ]
Calm down. Where are you?
video;
A friend of mine was infected with the Cwyld. He found Killua, and they got into a fight. I found them then, and then Killua got taken so suddenly; they just vanished into thin air.
[Gon's lip stiffens and he hiccups another angry little sob, scrubbing his eyes dry again.]
I dunno where he went... or what they're gonna do...
video;
Shit. However it happened, he can't let Killua's friend fall prey to it, either. ]
Go home. Stay there. [ His voice is firm. ] I'll find him. Understand?
Re: video;
No! Are you crazy?! [Gon's voice cracks indignantly, and he angrily gives his eyes another rub, and grabs his watch to stare angrily at its screen.]
We should both go! I'm not as strong as I used to be, so I could die if I go alone—but there's no way I'm not going! So I either die, or I don't!
[Gon's too used to this. he resents it, but doesn't misunderstand it. he understands why adults speak to him this way, even with all the might he had in the peak of his gifts. even when he could break the bones of grown men with no supernatural assistance. Gon's breath is scattered with every inhale, very clearly on the verge of hyperventilating—but his expression is now contorted with anger and frustration, rather than sadness or regret.]
I need to know where he is. I need to know where that party's gonna be!
video;
He does know there's no way he'll be able to keep his attention on this kid while trying to free Jaskier and Killua both. Especially not one insisting he'll be killed on his own. The self-awareness is useful, but the bullish attitude despite it is not. ]
You'll die if you come with me. I can't keep you safe and get everyone out at the same time. Go the fuck home.
video;
There's no way.
[the anger is weirdly sobering, though—and not wholly directed at Geralt (though he is pissed for the inconvenience, since he's going to have to find some other way to find out where the party is), of course. the skin beneath his eyelids still shine from recently shed tears, but he seems to have shifted gears from his initial teary upset, as he sometimes does.]
I'll see you there.
[and Gon cuts off the video.]