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To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.
To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.
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Hey, hypothetical question
Remember that time I was super worried this one douchebag angel might, I don't know, straight up murder you? And you were all
mm I'm a witcher and you're a mere mortal I'm sure it's fine relax he's not that strong mm fuck
Well, it's not fine, he totally STRAIGHT UP MURDERED YOU. And you couldn't take twenty seconds while you were pooping to send me a damn text about it? If this would've gone down in Nocwich instead of the horizon I'd be raising your ass from the grave to kill you myself.
Hey, hypothetical question
Remember that time I was super worried this one douchebag angel might, I don't know, straight up murder you? And you were all
mm I'm a witcher and you're a mere mortal I'm sure it's fine relax he's not that strong mm fuck
Well, it's not fine, he totally STRAIGHT UP MURDERED YOU. And you couldn't take twenty seconds while you were pooping to send me a damn text about it? If this would've gone down in Nocwich instead of the horizon I'd be raising your ass from the grave to kill you myself.
Firstly.
I said none of those things.
[ All he said was No. As in, No, he doesn't give a fuck about arguing how powerful Lucifer is, he'd save Dean's apparently ungrateful prick again if he had to. ]
Secondly.
If you wish to shout at me,
You can come speak to me.
Instead of scrawling aggressively in the sand.
I said none of those things.
[ All he said was No. As in, No, he doesn't give a fuck about arguing how powerful Lucifer is, he'd save Dean's apparently ungrateful prick again if he had to. ]
Secondly.
If you wish to shout at me,
You can come speak to me.
Instead of scrawling aggressively in the sand.
You know what, sure
Sign me up, I got the lung capacity, where are you?
( ask and ye shall receive, he's more than happy to deliver )
Sign me up, I got the lung capacity, where are you?
( ask and ye shall receive, he's more than happy to deliver )
Up the eastern cliffside.
But for your sake,
I'll meet you aground by the tree.
One hour.
[ Maybe that'll be time to calm down or it'll only rile Dean up some more. Geralt is not thinking about Dean, in truth; he is genuinely up the cliff—climbing clears his head—but more than that, he wants the time for himself so he doesn't immediately throttle Dean two seconds in. These past several days have not left him in an especially good mood, and he's not thrilled at having to deal with this, too.
Geralt makes it there as promised—a private little shaded tree not far from the gates where they've trained a few times. He's not interested in having this conversation in the middle of the city even if he were there. ]
But for your sake,
I'll meet you aground by the tree.
One hour.
[ Maybe that'll be time to calm down or it'll only rile Dean up some more. Geralt is not thinking about Dean, in truth; he is genuinely up the cliff—climbing clears his head—but more than that, he wants the time for himself so he doesn't immediately throttle Dean two seconds in. These past several days have not left him in an especially good mood, and he's not thrilled at having to deal with this, too.
Geralt makes it there as promised—a private little shaded tree not far from the gates where they've trained a few times. He's not interested in having this conversation in the middle of the city even if he were there. ]
( Surprise motherfucker, this salty son of a bitch shows up fifteen minutes early because if you're on time you're late. He is punctuality powered by sheer irritation which is in turn fueled by sheer concern, it's just doing a bad job expressing itself productively at the moment.
It appears those forty-five minutes did nothing to sway Dean's attitude one way or another, because he stands there at the foot of the cliff Geralt's descending, hands on his hips, looking like somebody who's about to be a real jackass. )
Whole lotta precedent happening up there, huh?
( He calls up in a voice that would be pleasant if it weren't laced so thoroughly with irritation. )
It appears those forty-five minutes did nothing to sway Dean's attitude one way or another, because he stands there at the foot of the cliff Geralt's descending, hands on his hips, looking like somebody who's about to be a real jackass. )
Whole lotta precedent happening up there, huh?
( He calls up in a voice that would be pleasant if it weren't laced so thoroughly with irritation. )
[ He cannot say he anticipated Dean arriving while he's descending, but now that it's occurred, nor is he surprised. He sighs. It may be heard from down there.
Geralt hasn't got much on him, just a pack he's left tucked at the bottom of the cliff and his sword. It's only him, latched onto the rock face with both hands under the morning sun. Dean beneath with the aura of an elderly man whose children woke him from his nap for the tenth time.
Irritation goes both ways. On the one hand, he understands Dean's...frustration. Or worry. On the other, he's hardly pleased himself with how shit turned out. Not that he died—though there's that—but because his head had felt thoroughly fucked with. But Geralt has never begun a conversation with an unprompted explanation.
He's too high up for a dramatic drop to the ground. So he makes a vague gesture at Dean with one hand from above. ]
Say your piece.
Geralt hasn't got much on him, just a pack he's left tucked at the bottom of the cliff and his sword. It's only him, latched onto the rock face with both hands under the morning sun. Dean beneath with the aura of an elderly man whose children woke him from his nap for the tenth time.
Irritation goes both ways. On the one hand, he understands Dean's...frustration. Or worry. On the other, he's hardly pleased himself with how shit turned out. Not that he died—though there's that—but because his head had felt thoroughly fucked with. But Geralt has never begun a conversation with an unprompted explanation.
He's too high up for a dramatic drop to the ground. So he makes a vague gesture at Dean with one hand from above. ]
Say your piece.
( That sigh is totally heard from down there, and it has him shifting to cross his arms over his chest.
Damn it, Geralt — that obvious not giving a shit is the most annoying thing on the planet. At least if he were arguing back this might be satisfying. Instead, it feels like he'd accomplish more if he started arguing with the cliff instead.
Dean Winchester, however, is not to be deterred. )
My piece is that I've been practically pulling my own teeth out trying to keep you as far away from that son of a bitch as possible, and you know that! My piece me is trusting you to tell me when something like this happens, so I can't help but wonder why you didn't. Hell, I'm wondering why you stuck around long enough to fight him in the first place instead of getting out before things got lethal.
Damn it, Geralt — that obvious not giving a shit is the most annoying thing on the planet. At least if he were arguing back this might be satisfying. Instead, it feels like he'd accomplish more if he started arguing with the cliff instead.
Dean Winchester, however, is not to be deterred. )
My piece is that I've been practically pulling my own teeth out trying to keep you as far away from that son of a bitch as possible, and you know that! My piece me is trusting you to tell me when something like this happens, so I can't help but wonder why you didn't. Hell, I'm wondering why you stuck around long enough to fight him in the first place instead of getting out before things got lethal.
[ A few thoughts cross his mind in return. Geralt holds his tongue for the time being as he makes the rest of the way down: dropping two ledges before finally landing on the ground. He gathers his sword and his pack, carrying them over to the shade of the tree.
He isn't bothered that Dean's frustrated. He is irked by the insinuation that he deliberately withheld the incident. He put it aside for a short time to attend to other shit, and his reasons for that had nothing to do with Dean. ]
Let me be clear: I do apologize I delayed something of importance to you. I had other matters on my mind. But understand your sense of urgency will not always be mine. [ He sets his gear down and leans back against the trunk. ] Do not leap to accuse me of deceit because I needed a few days. As for why, our heads have been fucked with all week. I've not exactly been myself.
[ Which is not to say he didn't make a choice. He did. He'll take responsibility for that. But it wasn't a choice he'd make if he'd, mm, well. Fucking had his memories and emotions intact. ]
He isn't bothered that Dean's frustrated. He is irked by the insinuation that he deliberately withheld the incident. He put it aside for a short time to attend to other shit, and his reasons for that had nothing to do with Dean. ]
Let me be clear: I do apologize I delayed something of importance to you. I had other matters on my mind. But understand your sense of urgency will not always be mine. [ He sets his gear down and leans back against the trunk. ] Do not leap to accuse me of deceit because I needed a few days. As for why, our heads have been fucked with all week. I've not exactly been myself.
[ Which is not to say he didn't make a choice. He did. He'll take responsibility for that. But it wasn't a choice he'd make if he'd, mm, well. Fucking had his memories and emotions intact. ]
Edited 2022-11-04 13:14 (UTC)
1. I've already apologized to her, but I would like to also apologize to you for accidentally biting Ciri in all of the...nonsense of the past few weeks.
2. However I am pleased to report that there will never be a need to worry about vampires or anything else consuming her blood. It tastes like condensed chili peppers and the effects linger for far too long.
2. However I am pleased to report that there will never be a need to worry about vampires or anything else consuming her blood. It tastes like condensed chili peppers and the effects linger for far too long.
Portals, mess of limbs, feeling attacked, not recognizing faces due to gods getting involved. There was no intent involved.
I absolutely do not intend to. The sensation was almost paralyzing.
But I did feel you be informed, both for safety's sake and to know there's a self defense mechanism in place.
But I did feel you be informed, both for safety's sake and to know there's a self defense mechanism in place.
....I have questions but I'm not going to ask.
It'll only hurt everyone else. Regardless, you're now aware. And again, I apologize for this.
It'll only hurt everyone else. Regardless, you're now aware. And again, I apologize for this.
[ Shortly after a rather startling and infuriating conversation with a certain mage from a certain Continent, Ciri is extricating herself from the Horizon again and going to look for Geralt. Whether that is in person or if she'll have to go back into the Horizon to find him, it doesn't matter. Either way, he should be able to see her message. ]
Geralt. We need to talk.
Geralt. We need to talk.
Edited 2022-11-10 06:03 (UTC)
[ perhaps she shouldn't have said it - yennefer realizes that a moment too late. that maybe it would have been better to keep that all separate, to keep everything separate - she has created the thousands and miles between them, is it really fair of her to try and bridge them now?
except she doesn't regret it. they are small details, things that geralt probably already knows, but she says them anyway. feels like perhaps there isn't much else for her to offer.
i know he says, and she doesn't want that ugly curl in her chest. doesn't like how angry the feeling makes her - of being a step behind. of being reminded that even the things she thinks she knows, she is the last to know them at all. it floods through her in an instant, her eyes turning to the cup, before she blinks and lets the feeling (hopefully) pass her by.
yennefer would rather focus on the noise, on the look, on the brief, fragile thing that almost feels like something. and yes, when he says she saw you in a dream, yennefer doesn't find that surprising. her understanding of ciri's abilities are still rocky, but ciri does know these things, and that's not exactly what she meant, either.
it is not yennefer's turn to make a soft noise, for her lips to turn up in a small smile, to nod. ]
That is perhaps best. I will tell her those myself.
[ in the moments that follow, yennefer feels herself searching for a reason - to remain sitting, to stay, to hold onto this for just a few seconds more. but in realizing that is what she's doing, it feels forced, and in the end she does push herself to her feet.
if she appears unsteady, it has more to do with the exhaustion from her actual body than anything - pain that filters through, despite the meditation. she sets her hands down on the table and pushes herself up to stand. ]
Istredd knows, by the way. Of my chaos, and of Ciri. I assume you know that, considering your prior meeting. But I did not tell him she is here.
except she doesn't regret it. they are small details, things that geralt probably already knows, but she says them anyway. feels like perhaps there isn't much else for her to offer.
i know he says, and she doesn't want that ugly curl in her chest. doesn't like how angry the feeling makes her - of being a step behind. of being reminded that even the things she thinks she knows, she is the last to know them at all. it floods through her in an instant, her eyes turning to the cup, before she blinks and lets the feeling (hopefully) pass her by.
yennefer would rather focus on the noise, on the look, on the brief, fragile thing that almost feels like something. and yes, when he says she saw you in a dream, yennefer doesn't find that surprising. her understanding of ciri's abilities are still rocky, but ciri does know these things, and that's not exactly what she meant, either.
it is not yennefer's turn to make a soft noise, for her lips to turn up in a small smile, to nod. ]
That is perhaps best. I will tell her those myself.
[ in the moments that follow, yennefer feels herself searching for a reason - to remain sitting, to stay, to hold onto this for just a few seconds more. but in realizing that is what she's doing, it feels forced, and in the end she does push herself to her feet.
if she appears unsteady, it has more to do with the exhaustion from her actual body than anything - pain that filters through, despite the meditation. she sets her hands down on the table and pushes herself up to stand. ]
Istredd knows, by the way. Of my chaos, and of Ciri. I assume you know that, considering your prior meeting. But I did not tell him she is here.
There's a mage from the Continent here. Says he knows Yennefer.
And you.
And you.
[ When will Istredd stop using the Witcher to validate his existence? Can the man not stand on his own feet? ]
We spoke once or twice.
Triss sent me to him, when I left for Cintra.
[ She'll remember that time. He'd returned to find things happening without his knowledge. ]
Did he bother you?
We spoke once or twice.
Triss sent me to him, when I left for Cintra.
[ She'll remember that time. He'd returned to find things happening without his knowledge. ]
Did he bother you?
He knows too much about me, Geralt.
Where are you?
[ It's difficult to be appropriately pissed off via mindtext. Though it's probably carrying through just fine, as a vibe. ]
Where are you?
[ It's difficult to be appropriately pissed off via mindtext. Though it's probably carrying through just fine, as a vibe. ]
Fine.
[ She practically pounces on him the moment he steps inside and shuts the door.
Ciri has been waiting clearly impatiently, pacing. The sound of the latch has her turning, stalking toward him as he enters. ]
He knows about the monoliths. About what I can do.
[ She practically pounces on him the moment he steps inside and shuts the door.
Ciri has been waiting clearly impatiently, pacing. The sound of the latch has her turning, stalking toward him as he enters. ]
He knows about the monoliths. About what I can do.
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