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Geralt is always reachable by the network. Unless it's an emergency, expect not to hear back for a few hours, if not a few days.

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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horizon ! lmk if this works ok!

[piqure]

( the realization comes to him slowly, embarrassingly so. between the events leading up to libertas, to its destruction and then the joined scramble of helping, peter thinks he's been pretty neglectful in so much else. it's easy, in a way, to fall back to the habit of working alongside tony, to the grandeur that brings with it — big ideas and big hope, some selfishly stolen time they won't ever get back otherwise.

but there's a time and place to take the blinders off, as it were. sticking his head back into the proverbial sand of invention and losing track of everyone else equally as important won't do him — or anyone — any good and maybe that's what prompts this venture in the first place.

followed very closely by genuine curiosity — he hasn't been to geralt's horizon before. its the culmination of this that finds him within the courtyard of the keep that looks cool in ways that new york never really did: fantastical, old, evident history shoved into every nook and cranny.

he clears his throat: ) Geralt? It's Peter! Peter Parker? ( in case there's...more peters running around? maybe? )

this is perfect!

[gynvael]

[ Lucky for Peter, Geralt lives a life where he often goes months, even years, without seeing a friend. He knows Peter is all right through Sam; beyond that, it doesn't strike him as odd that Peter's been elusive. Geralt is not exactly easy to find, either, though he's been in the city more and more as of late. Ever since the destruction. Seems he's needed closer by.

He's inside the keep, underground, considering the empty space below now taken apart. Part of him keeps expecting the room to rebuild itself at any time. So far, it has not. He comes to look, anyhow—or was, when the boy's voice interrupts him. Is that...?

The thick wooden doors swing open. Geralt steps into the snowy yard. There's surprise, then a hint of concern. A large white wolf follows at his heel. ]

Is everything all right? [ This is not someone who frequently receives social visits. ]