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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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[The messages begin appearing sometime after a couple of hours past their agreed meeting time (in that, Jaskier announced Geralt would join him at a certain time, and mostly presumed Geralt agreed he would be there at that time.) Witchers were not known for being punctual, but this was actually important to Jaskier. It was the first time he's really felt he's done something since... since he last held up the moniker of Sandpiper.]

I'm sorry, when I offered that invitation and you accepted, were you assuming it was optional? You know, Geralt, instead of faffing about all willy-nilly among Cadens, perhaps you could actually show appreciation to your deepest, most beloved, and most trustworthy friend? Do you recall how we came to this world together? And how I have forgiven you for several transgressions up to this point?

Well I'm beginning to rethink my stance. I don't think I shall forgive you for this at all. Do you know how hard I've worked on this? For weeks! Even longer than weeks, because of the planning! And corralling about a bunch of cads to make sure the work is on time! And moving an entire gigantic statue? Do you even know how many nights I've slept in Libertas since beginning? I bet you haven't even noticed my absence!

Every blade of grass was grown, personally, by me. Do you really think Libertas has ever supported a natural garden in its entire existence? And trees! Do you think trees grow on trees, you fucking nut? It took days just to grow a single tree. And then we had to basically invent an entire fucking aqueduct which could cycle the water through the park --

And here I thought it would be a wonderful moment, sharing this with you. But I see your closest compatriot's work is not worth at least sending a note that you'd be late. Oh, no. Why would you bother? It's not like we can send bloody messages into each other's heads!

I really do not believe I will ever forgive you for this. This was important to me. This was one of the most important things I think I've ever worked on, and you could not even show up to give it a disinterested, cursory glance before leaving.

White wolf? More like shite wolf. Your next song is going to be the most derogatory yet. I will never let you forget the day you made me feel like a bit of shit smudged underneath your heel.

And another thing. This isn't only about me, but the people of Libertas. And I only -- I wished to share it with someone who might understand what this meant to me, but I suppose it's not worth taking your hand off your cock for a single portal trip and perhaps ten minutes of my explaining the difficulties in growing an apple tree in a fucking desert.

Oh, but is it the single portal trip? A bit of nausea too much for you to put up with? You know, I've been meaning to tell you for years you should just suck it the fuck up, it's not like portals are fun for the rest of us! God, you're an absolute cod-swallowing crowing coward sometimes!

Do you think I care if you kill another giant cow in the desert? But if you called me and wanted to show me its head and how you spelled out "I'm a sex god" in the sand with its entrails, I would show up! Because that's what friends do!

And you're not a sex god, I'm not saying you're even adequately skilled at fucking. I'm not saying anything complimentary about you ever again, if I ever have in the first place, because you have upset me to a degree in which I will never recover.

Got tied up.

[ He should explain a bit. ]

By guards.

So? Am I supposed to be impressed? That's no excuse! Tell them you have somewhere to be!

Yes, they'll unlock my cell at once
when I explain I am needed to look at

fucking trees.

Oh. You're in a jail? Why didn't you just bloody say that?

-- wait, who did you kill this time?

And you got caught? This is rather humiliating for the both of us, you know.

Edited 2023-02-02 17:54 (UTC)

[While Jaskier can presumably feel Geralt's judgement from miles away, it has never once stopped him or affected him in any measurable way. At any point in his life.]

I'm waiting. You have to use your big-boy words.

[ He knows exactly what Jaskier is fishing for, and no, he will not apologize for being jailed at an inconvenient time. ]

Tell the others not to worry.
I'll be home in a few days.

Unless your trees are important enough
for you to cough up some gold.

Let it be known you live up to the fucking name of shite wolf.

I'm coming, you faithless, corpulent fopdoodle.

You're welcome.

Edited 2023-02-02 18:09 (UTC)

I'm still very, very cross with you. This is what you decided to do? On all possible days? Your murder couldn't have waited for tomorrow? It was that important?

[The writing style of his words changes, as if there is a mocking voice to go with it.]

OH, DON'T WORRY, JASKIER. I THINK THE DAYS YOU SPENT MUSTERING UP THAT COIN, THROUGH HARD WORK AND YOUR ENORMOUS CREATIVE POTENTIAL AND FANTASTIC COCK, ARE NOT EVEN WORTH AN HOUR OF MY TIME. BECAUSE I'M SO BIG AND SCARY AND IMPORTANT.

Edited 2023-02-02 18:12 (UTC)

Let's just say you're fucking lucky this jail is not at the bottom of a mountain, you fucking ass.

I SPENT THREE WEEKS GROWING THOSE FUCKING TREES.

I'm soooooo sorry that seeing another plane of existence and almost getting killed by every stupid creature on this sphere is SO FANTASTICALLY IMPRESSIVE that your best friend GROWING TREES FROM LITERALLY NOTHING through the power of MAGIC that he HONED HIMSELF is not THAT INTERESTING.

And now that I think about it, it's not about the fucking trees! It was a memorial, you dullard! Excuse me for my assumption you may have any concern for the work I do on aiding the people of this sphere!

[Sometime later, when Jaskier is closer.]

I made sure to size an apron for you for the flower stand. In which I expect you to work. To repay me. Because this bribe is not bloody cheap.

I will not wear an apron.
Leave me in here.

[ He's choosing jail over an apron. ]

Geralt, please. Now you're just being petty.

late january.

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annnd done.

no I lied one more

now I'm really, truly done

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