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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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[gynvael]

[ 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?

[tobeclosetohim]

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.

[gynvael]

[ 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. ]

[tobeclosetohim]

Can this world never slow the fuck down for just a second?

[ It's more statement than question; rhetorical in the extreme. But it's also more Jo just giving her dammed opinion out into the air of the world that no, can't slow down a fucking second, and give them any time to breathe before it ups the next level of weird, the next crazy set of instances to slam this world. ]

[gynvael]

[ Seemingly not. He makes a soft noise that suggests that remark touches on more than just Dean. Much has transpired in the space of a week, a night. A part of him feels as if he's still caught between realities.

A long silence stretches, thoughts turning in his head. Before, he'd have left the conversation as is. But Jo has come to him seeking answers—and he's more willing to offer his perspective than he once was. ]

On the Continent, a percentage of humans are sensitive to magic. They would manifest unintentional spells or abilities, often in response to a catalyst. [ He pauses. ] My eyes don't turn black on their own back home. It happens when I ingest certain elixirs. But here—it's as if the Singularity's abundance of magic has caused my mutations evolve.

[ Has Jo received the same changes? Not all of them do. Dean has, though. And like Geralt, they suit him in a way that suggests the magic exhibits itself according to each of their...what. Fears? Desires? Latent memories?

He doesn't know for sure. What he does know is that Dean's wings and strange light-based magic is reminiscent of the angels he's meant to host. Now this—there's a pattern emerging. It isn't only Dean, either. Jaskier's ability to transform into a sandpiper cannot be mere coincidence. ]

[tobeclosetohim]

[ It's strange to be in agreement, but even stranger ... she doesn't hate it. She knows there's a part of her that's missed that. The extended community of the bar that understood each other and the cost of whatever the details were because they were never good and never exactly the same, and at an often absolutely non-verbal level. She's still not sure if she wants it here. But she can feel the edge of something like that once was. ]

Do you think it's happening because of the blood transfusion? Or the Singularity?

Or some weird only-here-yolo mixed-up combination of the both?

[gynvael]

Witcher blood isn't known to contain transformative properties. Mages would have experimented on us far more if so. [ He glosses over the implications of that statement. ] But crossed with the Singularity's potent magic...

[ Who can say? He's learned not to determine anything an impossibility anymore. There are traces of Elder Blood and other alchemy in his blood—and those are transformative.

Still, the why may not be as important as whether Dean is...himself. And in that, Geralt is fairly certain. ]

Unless he begins exhibiting strange behaviour, I'd not concern myself.

[ She knows Dean best—she'll probably notice if he acts oddly again. ]

[tobeclosetohim]

[ Jo finds herself briefly annoyed about it taking out the only main option she was considering simple and straightforward, but of course nothing ever is simple and straightforward in this place. The Singularity getting into everything and mucking with all of them, deep down even.

She can at least answer that part at the end. ]


Not yet. So far everything still checks out normal. [ She'd like to finish it with the thought of hopefully not at all, but this whole summer is still far too close for comfort and jokes. The Singularity and Home all mixed and messed up in it. ]

🎀

[gynvael]

[ That answers that. Geralt tilts his head in acknowledgement. Nothing is ever certain, but as it is, there isn't much else to go over. Time will tell. ]

If that changes, you know where to find me.

[ Since that's where they've found themselves now. He remains uncertain how he truly feels about her, but he does know he can trust her to keep...whatever shit might arise again contained. At least when it's to do with Dean.

Perhaps that's good enough for now.

He stands, sliding a few coins on the table, giving Jo a nod before he leaves. ]