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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.
Indoors may not quite cut it. I had a vision too. Of a monster in Thorne. A giant eyeball with tentacles, outside of the castle. It looked in the window at Stephen Strange. He said it's from his world, he's fought it before.
Someone else saw something too, they were talking to Adora. Sounds like their vision was maybe in Solvunn. About bones.
I'll let you know if I see anything else weird. Well, more weird than usual, anyway.
Someone else saw something too, they were talking to Adora. Sounds like their vision was maybe in Solvunn. About bones.
I'll let you know if I see anything else weird. Well, more weird than usual, anyway.
Edited 2023-08-20 01:51 (UTC)
[ Well that's not somehow even more ominous than what's already been discussed. ]
You too.
You too.
Have a lead on the fae's so called "new day," but there are geographical limits.
Who do you trust in Thorne to work with a degree of subtlety?
Who do you trust in Thorne to work with a degree of subtlety?
Beyond. Small village in Old Nott is also awaiting a so called new day. Seems like there could be a connection.
Related note: had a vampire way, way too into my hair last night.
Related note: had a vampire way, way too into my hair last night.
Good, that was who I was going to reach out to. Anyone else you'd suggest if Thancred's busy?
I don't have enough measure of the undead here to say either way, but I'm willing to entertain the notion. The referral from Sten helps though.
I don't have enough measure of the undead here to say either way, but I'm willing to entertain the notion. The referral from Sten helps though.
I'll discuss with Thancred first though. Thank you, I figured your measure of contacts would be a good check against my gut.
And I will. You know I don't want undue attention.
Will keep you posted.
And I will. You know I don't want undue attention.
Will keep you posted.
[ It's weird. Almost habit. It was supposed to be over. But it isn't. And neither is the way something in her feels it's necessary for more than one reason to do this next. ]
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦
𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜
[ Want is not need, so he assumes the topic at hand isn't a cataclysmic crisis. ]
If he has to guess, this is to do with Dean. It often is when she appears. ]
Find me at Mag's.[ When the sun begins to set, he leaves Ciri and slips into the tavern. The sky glows a vivid orange outside. She'll spot him at a quiet table in the corner, though he isn't drinking.
Sundown.
If he has to guess, this is to do with Dean. It often is when she appears. ]
[ Dean Winchester; their lynchpin. From Dean's staking his staying on Geralt staying all the way to them working together to collect all the details and facts about The Mark that Dean kept trying to keep from everyone before it'd blown up. And even that night. Outside the cell. Jo doesn't want to prod the other reason. She can feel it hovering, but that doesn't mean she wants to let it in. Can. All the same, it wrestles with the edge of her feelings as the day passes, and more so between the house and Mags.
She doesn't tell Dean where she's going but doesn't lie either.
The three of them both are and are not each other keepers.
Still adults, still free to do what they want, even now.
While everything else has changed.
Something centers and stills when she goes from searching across the even dinner crowd to locating Geralt at that far, quiet table in the corner. There's a sentence already pressing at the back of her teeth, but just spitting it out would be more brusque than she's feeling. Though the her of a few months ago would have. She knows that. ]
Hey. Thanks for meeting me.
She doesn't tell Dean where she's going but doesn't lie either.
The three of them both are and are not each other keepers.
Still adults, still free to do what they want, even now.
While everything else has changed.
Something centers and stills when she goes from searching across the even dinner crowd to locating Geralt at that far, quiet table in the corner. There's a sentence already pressing at the back of her teeth, but just spitting it out would be more brusque than she's feeling. Though the her of a few months ago would have. She knows that. ]
Hey. Thanks for meeting me.
[ Perhaps a few months ago, he'd have been surprised by her thanks. After all that's transpired, he no longer is. Even if the sentiment is still a little foreign. Funny, that the air is often more taut between him and Castiel than with Jo now—though facing an oddly cheerful sovereign jelly together had...not repaired things, but. Maybe it was a step forward. Who'd have imagined.
He nods in return, waiting for her to sit. A lot has changed—much of it overnight—and he looks more exhausted than even his usual.
But he's here for what she means to speak to him about. A few weeks have passed since the incident with Dean and the hellhounds, and in truth, the event faded, mostly forgotten, once he awoke with a rush of new memories. So it doesn't occur to him why Jo might want to see him. ]
You wanted to talk?
He nods in return, waiting for her to sit. A lot has changed—much of it overnight—and he looks more exhausted than even his usual.
But he's here for what she means to speak to him about. A few weeks have passed since the incident with Dean and the hellhounds, and in truth, the event faded, mostly forgotten, once he awoke with a rush of new memories. So it doesn't occur to him why Jo might want to see him. ]
You wanted to talk?
Dean told me what happened when you two were fighting the hellhounds.
[ It only hits her now; this is the second time he's had to deal with hellhounds and both times with one of them. These were more real than wherever they'd been in the Horizon when the maze took them, though the first had still been bad enough threats at the time, if equally as worrying as how they'd suddenly come about. This place and its fuckery. ]
I want to know if there's more you think we need to worry about.
Or watch out for.
[ It only hits her now; this is the second time he's had to deal with hellhounds and both times with one of them. These were more real than wherever they'd been in the Horizon when the maze took them, though the first had still been bad enough threats at the time, if equally as worrying as how they'd suddenly come about. This place and its fuckery. ]
I want to know if there's more you think we need to worry about.
Or watch out for.
[ Mm. That. ]
It's not like the Mark. [ If that's what she's asking. ] He smells human.
[ That aside? He doesn't know. Dean's eyes were gold, but not in a manner that indicates corruption—no otherworldly shine or magic behind it. When he said they were like his, he meant exactly that: a change in colour to the iris. A temporary mutation.
Where it came from, he hasn't any fucking idea. Witcher blood is not Elder blood. If it could be used to enhance a human, mages would have done it long ago. Besides, his eyes didn't take on that hue until after multiple Trials.
As with much in this sphere, attributing it to the Singularity seems the answer. Dean's wings. His own changes. ]
It's not like the Mark. [ If that's what she's asking. ] He smells human.
[ That aside? He doesn't know. Dean's eyes were gold, but not in a manner that indicates corruption—no otherworldly shine or magic behind it. When he said they were like his, he meant exactly that: a change in colour to the iris. A temporary mutation.
Where it came from, he hasn't any fucking idea. Witcher blood is not Elder blood. If it could be used to enhance a human, mages would have done it long ago. Besides, his eyes didn't take on that hue until after multiple Trials.
As with much in this sphere, attributing it to the Singularity seems the answer. Dean's wings. His own changes. ]
It's been a couple weeks since they'd last spent any time together, but Blake finds his way to Geralt's new address regardless. The package he leaves is carefully wrapped in parchment and he's tucked a note under the twine used to hold it all together.
Stuck into the middle pages, pounded thin into what barely resembles a sword, Blake has crudely focused his lingering aggression on making something more useful than beautiful. Like the small flower hairpin he'd crafted for Hilda, Blake's interest is less in absolute precision and it shows. Call this his blue period, or maybe he's just too fragile for nitpicking, but his addition of a hilt and the wrapping of matching leather in cordage of a slightly wavering width makes it more a bookmark in his mind than a letter opener or even a poor weapon.
It's the thought that counts, he reminds himself before he's swept off to work, inevitably cast to toss further suspicious light on Viktor's own plans with the mines.
Geralt—As promised, the parchment reveals an inprecisely bound book. The pages are fixed in well enough, but the grain of the leather is obvious and the edges aren't nearly as crisp as they could be. There's a small amount of animal glue tacking down the first page to the inside cover, but it's an effort, another in a long line of Blake's attempts at trying to find a new place in this world.
A man of so few words usually has a couple to spare.
I hope you at find this notebook useful. The leather comes from the hide of an animal brought in from the desert and the metal was scavenged from my work. The included cordage can be used with the bookmark or you can tie back your hair.
Thanks for saving my ass.
-Blake
P.S. If you have any need of courier services, I've employed the child we met in the mines. He's eager to work and I'm eager to provide safer conditions.
Stuck into the middle pages, pounded thin into what barely resembles a sword, Blake has crudely focused his lingering aggression on making something more useful than beautiful. Like the small flower hairpin he'd crafted for Hilda, Blake's interest is less in absolute precision and it shows. Call this his blue period, or maybe he's just too fragile for nitpicking, but his addition of a hilt and the wrapping of matching leather in cordage of a slightly wavering width makes it more a bookmark in his mind than a letter opener or even a poor weapon.
It's the thought that counts, he reminds himself before he's swept off to work, inevitably cast to toss further suspicious light on Viktor's own plans with the mines.
Edited (typos, clarity) 2023-10-05 02:58 (UTC)
[ No warning, no, but there needn't be. ]
Mm-hm.
You know my thoughts.
[ His disinterest in working alongside monarchies and empires hasn't changed in over a century. He knows hers, too, but her position in Thorne grants her less freedom to make her stance as blatant. ]
Mm-hm.
You know my thoughts.
[ His disinterest in working alongside monarchies and empires hasn't changed in over a century. He knows hers, too, but her position in Thorne grants her less freedom to make her stance as blatant. ]
[ he can probably feel somewhere in the air just how much restraint she has to put into these meetings, even if it's been years now. still, she listens with a blank expression, turning over what all this might mean in her head. ]
I do, just as you know mine.
Are they asking your Summoned to represent their matters as well?
There's a heavy push to accept, but they're allowing us the chance to vote.
I can guess how a good amount of the Summoned will answer here, but it's hard to know for sure.
Most likely, if the Queen doesn't already have me appointed to do so.
Of the other Summoned here with the clout needed for such political dealings, I'd rather at least be in attendance.
Stephen won't bother.
Thancred might, but he usually prefers to deal with everything around the table instead of at the table itself.
Kyle...actually, he may. Have you spoken to him before?
I'd prefer to know you're there.
[ They agreed long ago for Yennefer to remain in Thorne; Geralt's confidence in that plan wavered for some time after...Ciri, after the loss of Yennefer's magic—but both the changing of the Summoned who occupy the castle and their more recent understanding of each other has restored his trust. She will keep anything that endangers Ciri from falling into Thorne's hands. That much he knows.
Kyle, however, is. An interesting subject. ]
We're acquainted.
He distrusts the crown.
Where his aims lie in response to that distrust,
I can't say.
[ They agreed long ago for Yennefer to remain in Thorne; Geralt's confidence in that plan wavered for some time after...Ciri, after the loss of Yennefer's magic—but both the changing of the Summoned who occupy the castle and their more recent understanding of each other has restored his trust. She will keep anything that endangers Ciri from falling into Thorne's hands. That much he knows.
Kyle, however, is. An interesting subject. ]
We're acquainted.
He distrusts the crown.
Where his aims lie in response to that distrust,
I can't say.
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