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WELCOME TO THE FREE CITIES!

WELCOME TO THE FREE CITIES!

Welcome to The Free Cities! The portal exits outside the capital city of Cadens. The first impression of the city is its sheer size. It sprawls out across the landscape like a great hulking beast at rest. The wall that encircles it barely contains it, the buildings of Cadens practically bulging against its restraint.

The air here seems thicker somehow, tinged with a scent that’s acrid and smoky. Smog hangs high over the city, belched out by smokestacks that tower over the industrial district. The desert stretches out behind it, dotted with towers and dust clouds that disappear into the horizon. Multiple gates lead inside and each is staffed by soldiers in unfamiliar uniforms that wave a steady stream of people through without appearing to pay much attention. People are coming and going almost all of the time, to and from the outposts and areas of activity around the city proper. It’s difficult to tell just what’s out there beyond the impression of tall metal structures and a great deal of labor. Wagons carrying travelers to Libertas and Aquila roll out from the Travel Post outside the city wall.

Anyone who can sense magic will notice a much lower concentration here. No one will be stopped or questioned at the gate, even if the soldiers seem to take note of the fugitives from Thorne.

The activity and sheer number of citizens can be overwhelming. It’s crowded and loud and feels constantly in motion with everyone talking and yelling over each other. It’s easy to get swept up in the ever-moving throng or find oneself ducking into the mouth of a narrow alley just to breathe.

Anyone who’s willing to make their way to the northern part of the city and Portham Hall will find Prime Minister Marlo Reiner available to receive them.

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It was simply an observation. [Not that that makes it any better. Probably. Alucard can't speak for anyone but himself on that front, but paws don't have the same level of fine motor control as hands and that makes a difference. Perhaps if he had a stick in his mouth it'd be easier but--

--oh never mind.] I will agree, it was more effective. Just less...[god help him, he really did want this to go a certain way, didn't he?] Dramatic.

[Alucard's willing to explain more, but no. Jaskier brings up the necromancer, and Alucard finds himself having to restrain from Being Rude About Hector out of instinct given the past. He manages not to wrinkle his nose, or even have a bit of distaste in his voice. He's straight forward enough but there is a slight hint of something sour.]

He is, yes. Likely looking for lodging, and going to insist that I stay with him.

[His lips almost tug into another smile.] Admittedly, I do love the dramatic.

[It certainly would have left a lasting impression on those who mattered in Thorne, wouldn't it? And put a standing target on their heads. So yes, he'll definitely let someone else take the target.

Jaskier tips his head, catching that tone. It's not exactly vague, and Jaskier has an art, especially after those months in Thorne, in tracking just what the other person is thinking.] You don't like him. [To be fair, Hector never really made that obvious besides... referring to him as an obligation.] Well, it's not like me to pry. [Yes, it is. And actually, he's safe to assume Hector probably told him more than he should. Or more, he suspects, than Alucard would've liked.] You know, he sort of speaks the same, but I suspect he likes you more than he lets on.

[It's really a guess. Anyway, please don't maybe talk badly about his sort-of-beau.] Is that what you both mean to do for now? Hunker down?

There was merit in making the departure into a statement.

[It would have been far too violent though, if Alucard had been able to do what he wanted. Of course, taking a page out of Dracula's book was probably not the greatest idea in the long run, but even now the dhampir is struggling on that topic. For three months in prison? With no just cause? There was no moral ground for either party to stand on. Why not impale it all?

Alucard's sour face remains. Hector clearly hasn't gone into recent past actions here, and they're far too close to Alucard's issues for him to ~~be a messy bitch~~ want to get into detail.] I do not. There are a number of matters we disagree on, and yet he continues to insist on obligations to the dead. Every attempt to disuade him otherwise ends in an especially stupid back and forth.

[Alucard's learned not to pick that battle, at least. He sighs, happy to step away from the topic. He doesn't want to talk about Hector, and you know what, if the bard keeps Hector away from bad life choices, all the better.] In the short term, yes. In the longest, I can't say I know his mind. Only my own, and that involves finding a place to take a long, undisturbed rest.

To be fair, to find anyone with any sense of duty to the dead's about as likely as shooting a bird under the ocean. [In his experience, in his world, even if the body's still bloody warm, it's nothing that one can tie promises or obligations to.

Gods, one doesn't need to be a nosy bard to know there's treasure troves of drama to be taken in between what isn't being said. He's also quickly learning that Hector is the chattier of the two, and much more likely to give details. At least as far as sober conversation is concerned.

It is terribly tempting to push a little more -- he longs to know all about this horrible drama -- but it's the memory of Hector's horrible reaction to the ring that gives him pause. Perhaps there is plenty he'd rather not know, too.]

Rest? [It's not the strangest thing to be seeking, but the way Alucard says it makes it not sound akin to catching a nap in the sun.] Like a foggy, depressing forest in the middle of nowhere? Fat luck here for that. [Actually, a rest sounds wonderful. Possibly not moving anywhere for a few days, even if the light weight of his coin purse reminds him that is no longer a luxury he can afford.] But I do hope you find it.

[If only because he always sounds as if the weight of time is only a moment away from crushing him.]

There's doubtlessly other factors involved. I've never cared to pry.

[He doesn't care about Hector's guilt. Just that Hector was someone his father might have listened to by virture of not being family and perhaps could have reigned his father back from his plans. (A tiny part of the dhampir knows that it wouldn't have happened, but he wants to believe someone had that ability. That the worse part of the tradgey could have been avoided. That I'm killing my boy were words that never had to be uttered in the minutes before death. That the moment of realization could have come so much sooner.)

He's glad Jaskier doesn't pry. How the bard might react to even a fraction of the drama is impossible to predict, and Alucard doesn't want to find out. But he can talk about the crypt. That part's easy.]

A crypt where I can build enough mechanisms to help ensure that I can have my vitals taken care of if I choose to remain asleep for a year or more.

[Welcome to the high drama concept of the Depression Nap!]

[His first reaction, unfortunately, is a bit like a guffaw. One of surprise and amusement, and --]

Oh. Oh, you aren't kidding. My apologies. [His fingers worry together, rubbing in circles. At first he was rather glad to move on to a conversation that seemed normal considering the encounter had began with his hose hanging out of his trousers, but now he was beginning to regret this particular line of questioning.

How awkward.] Deathly serious, one might say. [Oof. Even that pun hits like a punch to the gut.] Er... why? I mean. [Actually, he has no other way to phrase that. That's exactly what he means to ask.] Why would you want to do that?

[You take your cock out around a wolf, there's no telling where the discussion will go.

Alucard's deathly serious in the glance Jaskier gets from that initial reaction. Reproachful, but not offended by the reaction. He has no reason to know or understand that this has been done before, or any of the particular context.

Why is a fair question. The dhampir closes his eyes as a long sigh escapes him, not wanting to dwell on the matter but well aware that the bard will take nothing short of the truth.] Between the past...however many months I have been here and circumstances back home, I am tired.

[If Hector was around, maybe the necromancer would clock the tone. Dracula spoke in similar ones to his human generals before, when the red hot fury over Lisa's murder passed into a more muted grief, but still a murderous one.]

I would like extended time to rest before I deal with any of it.

[It's the answer he expects, but it's no less disappointing to hear it. Being tired? Is not a week or two with frequent napping enough? He is no longer sure whether to imagine this is a vampire thing or an Alucard thing, but gathering from his general demeanor, the bard is leaning towards the latter.

It may be best to not be too judgemental about it all. He was not one of the prisoners himself.

Though, he imagines circumstances back home may be more relevant. The dead parent situation. Or whatever is going on there.

Speaking of his demeanor: something about it makes him want to embrace the dhampir. He doesn't, smartly, but -- no, there's no question that he is, indeed, tired.]

You know, that sounds fair. [He's being generous, of course, because part of him feels this also sounds like running away. It is always so much more simple to run away from one's problems.] Though in the long run, I fear it may be detrimental.

[To his health? His head? Debatable, both.] I do hope you find some respite, my friend, even if it's out here in this godsforsaken desert. And perhaps send a note every so often to inform you're still alive.

[Hector please stop telling everyone about his drama. It is rude.

Alucard has a suspicion that that sounds fair is a platitude. It reeks of it, especially with the words that follow after. Jaskier is not the first to think it is a terrible idea, but Alucard can't even find it in himself to be annoyed.

But a correction sneaks out all the same.] It has been helpful in the past.

[Sure, the last time also involved healing from an injury, but it helped all the same.]

I'm not sure I'm skilled enough to write in my sleep.

For avoiding things?

[Oops. Look, it's right there, to be pointed out. Jaskier only looks mildly regretful about coming out with it. It's simply -- well, one does not usually talk about how they'd like to sleep for a few weeks on end and mean it. People who do that usually die.

Guess it doesn't matter as much if you're already dead.

Geralt does similar, anyway. Except he throws himself into things that don't matter and pretends he's all right. He's rather growing a collection of men who do that sort of thing, isn't he?

He snorts. Okay, fair point.] You need a little assistant. Maybe a bat, with a bitty note tied to its leg.

[Now he's just trying to be funny.]

To heal from a grievous injury, thank you.

[Okay, maybe that was snappish, but the dhampir is not sure why everyone keeps second guessing his depression nap. It has proven effective in the past, there is no reason at all to think it wouldn't be the same here and now.

~~Jaskier you attract a type. Sorry.~~

Thank God for the absurd. Alucard tries to imagine the idea, and then--

--oh fuck it. The bard deserves this for the avoiding things comment. So the dhampir stares him right in the eyes and asks, plain and simply:] Like this?

[Where Alucard was, two dozen or so bats swirl, squeaking and flapping their wings in a concentrated black cloud. There's no attempt to move beyond a tiny radius, roughly where Alucard was standing, but really the point is the reaction.]

[Ah. Foot, meet mouth. The purse of Jaskier's lips is contrite; it feels a bit like being corrected by a professor, without the thwacking of a stick.] All right, so it worked for you that time.

[At least he's polite about it! Though Jaskier maintains his idea is a very cute and quirky one, if not a little -- wait, like what?

There is a reaction. And it is instantaneous.

Jaskier outright screams. It's a scream of surprised terror, and the force of it -- or in his desperate bid to step backwards -- makes him tumble to the ground, landing on his tailbone, which shoots a pain up through his spine, which is both awful and barely felt at all. He stares in horror at the swirling bats that are currently occupying the space where his friend once was, shuffling backwards in the sand.

Let's just say it's really good that he pissed only moments before this.]

[Perhaps it is a little cruel, giving no warning about the transformation. The wolf is a little easier, as it is a singular creature and one that doesn't inspire much terror. Bats, well. They're not always the most welcome things, and there are many of them in a small space.

Oh well.

The bats manage to remain in their little column, flapping and squeaking for a few moments more, all their eyes turned towards Jaskier who is absolutely not enjoying this for a moment. The tailbone, well, that'll hurt and--

--Alucard occupies the space again. Perhaps that was overkill.]

It is a little difficult to have one in isolation, you see.

[It may only be a few seconds, but it's absolute hell for those few seconds. At some point Jaskier is fairly sure he blacks out, only to open his eyes back, though his head swims uncomfortably, to the bats turning back, somehow, fucking impossibly, into a man.

He clutches his chest, where his heart has decided to attempt to claw its way from behind his ribs. Jaskier coughs a few times, gasping for air. You cannot do this to old men. What if he had a heart attack???? If he knew what one was. STILL.]

Melitele's fucking tits --

[He's going to have nightmares about this. Definitely. His brain is already promising to have that image haunt him in the future.] I cannot believe you just did that! What on EARTH were you thinking?! Vampires may not be capable of dying from fright, but I am!

[Jaskier you just called yourself old. Think for a moment.

Alucard at least has the grace to look mortified at Jaskier's full reaction. He may not know the god he swears to, but he knows actual horror when he sees it. (The delight in the surprise is absolutely gone. Surprise is only good when both parties take it well.) There's a faint red of embarrassment to his face, and he steps back in order to allow the bard room to breath.

He doesn't hold his hands up in placation, or try to override the rawness of the reaction though. There's only honesty in the answer.]

Truthfully, I forgot that the transformation could be that much of a surprise to the unexpecting.

[He holds up a hand as he takes the final breaths his lungs are crying for, wiping a hand over his face. He doesn't move for a second, until he stops shaking enough to push his hands into the sand and get to his feet.

At least he manages to look up and see Alucard is not superbly pleased with the whole reaction. It's the only thing that helps to settle the anger that threatens to boil up.]

Yes, well, I'm not a vampire expert, thank you. I didn't -- I was not aware you could fucking do that. [He leans over to brush sand from his knees, though his hands are still shaking.] And perhaps I'm a little more afraid of bats than I recalled.

[He is so lucky he pissed at the beginning of this meeting. These trousers were not cheap.]

They're just small mice with wings. [Alucard. That is the worst defense. Being this calm about it is helping absolutely fucking no one, you are coming off--

--hm.

This is what it means to be aligned closer to his father's side of things, isn't it? To forget that one's natural abilities carry the ability to terrify to this degree - athough the bard does seem a natural jumpy sort, if Alucard's forced into absolute and brutal honesty.]

No more transformations to prove a point. I assure you.

And also horrible bearers of disease!

[Not that he has anything against bats, but vampire bats are a different thing. Not that he's thinking of offering blood or anything, even if he sort of considered it back in Horizon already. This is different! Somehow. Very different.]

Wait. [He finally finds the gumption to look at Alucard again, and despite his shaky limbs, his heart is already growing calmer. Jaskier may be motivated by fear sometimes... but he is far more motivated by adventure.] No, don't do that! Are you crazy? I want to see them! Simply -- simply offer a bit of a warning before doing so.

[Look, how many times do you get to have a vampire friend who turns into various dangerous wildlife?]

That's uncalled for.

[Be! Nice! To his bat form!!!

Alucard folds his arms across his chest, not really bothering to hide the fact that this whole thing has made him quite unhappy and a little hurt. It isn't as if he'd be showing these forms to many other people.

Also Jaskier, knowing you, like FIVE?]

Well, that is the sum total of the transformations, you'll find.

[All right, that's fair, he isn't meaning to call Alucard a... large cloud of disease-ridden beasts. But to be fair, he's the one who started it, calling them flying rats. Rodents. Whichever.

It is not hard to miss the fact he has clearly hurt the vampire's feelings. Which is an utterly bizarre thing to think -- that he would ever be in a position to hurt any vampire's feelings, let alone, er. Be in this situation at all.]

Oh.

[It does sound a little disappointed.]

Ah, that's still! Brilliant! Amazing! I mean, I would never be able to turn into... that many things. Let alone one.

[He feels weirdly guilty about this entire conversation now. He approaches Alucard to show just how not-scared he definitely is of him, knowing he can instantly become bats whenever he feels like it. He pats his arm.] I promise, it is very, ah, impressive.

[In fairness, the vampire in question is pretty much built to run on angst and he's very bad at the concept of subtle, even if he tries hard to make it otherwise.

The disappointment is understandable though. There's a great many things Dracula could transform into that Alucard simply cannot, but it hasn't been a true bother. Just a slight difference, and frankly, the wolf was the best out of all of them.

To what Alucard thinks is his credit, he only tenses a little at the arm pat. Physical contact is a little precarious these days.]

Good for the current terrain, at any rate. Do you intend to continue pissing out here whenever you need to? I suspect it might become more dangerous every time you do so.

[Gods, he's never met a man so completely wound up as Alucard. He really does need a good lay -- and even more than that, perhaps some adoring touches along his temples and into his hair, to last for days, if not weeks.

It'd work for Jaskier.

But Jaskier does not inflict any further touch on him. Even if he finds that unbearably frustrating, he is respectful.]

Oh, gods, why did you have to bring it up again? We were doing a very good job at ignoring how this little meeting went, thank you! [Alucard, you are THE WORST. But somehow his embarrassment with it all is affectionate despite it.] If this is your new wolfish territory, I suppose I'll find elsewhere to mark my own land.

[That's a joke. This was an emergency, all right?] I'd very much consider it a favor if we do not speak of this again. I have a reputation to -- er, build.

[Jaskier, you're probably right, but getting laid is about the source of 50% of his trauma right now and it's gonna be a while until he has time to unpack all of that.

The dhampir doesn't quite smile at the reaction to the reminder, but it's there in spirit.] I'm hoping to mark something a little more quiet and less prone to those in need of an emergency piss stop, if we're being totally honest.

[Also a joke. He promises.] I assure you, I will be striving to erase the opening moments of this conversation for the rest of the day.

[Honestly, fair.

He had to keep going, didn't he! Unfortunately, even being over 40, Jaskier still has the ability to sound like a child. (Something they might share, actually.)]

Stooop! You're the worst. [He says it with a laugh. It's -- all right, it is far from the most embarrassing thing to happen to him, but something about being scolded by a vampire is making it all the more embarrassing. And hilarious. That Alucard appears so put-upon by it just makes it funnier.

And to think he turned into a wolf and bats in the space of a conversation. Even the most mundane of conversations have turned absolutely fucking fascinating in all the most unexpected ways.]

See, I will miss this if you mean to go to sleep for... an unspecified length of time. I do hope spotting certain appendages of mine won't bring you nightmares.

[Look buddy if you can unlock that secret trauma, more power to you. Geralt already knows about the patricide.

The worst? Alucard takes a beat to look offended, but the laugh makes it clear that none of it is truly meant. (Trevor is not permitted to learn that kind of language, Alucard can already foresee a poor ending to it.)

Jaskier's set him up for a good response though, and so Alucard's tone is deadly serious as he offers back:]

Is it more insulting if it stays with me or if I find it utterly forgettable?

WELCOME TO THE FREE CITIES!

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sorry for the wait!! I needed a small rp break ;;

Completely understandable!

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sorry the opportunity was too good

I am screaming (so is he)

Jaskier he could not have asked for a better reaction thank you

you cannot just DO THAT with NO WARNING

YOU WERE FINE WITH THE WOLF THERE BUDDY are you just hating on bats?!

it was one wolf!!! not 40 of them!!!

ONE WOLF IS WAY SCARIER THAN 40 BATS!!!

HOW!!! ONE WOLF CAN BE FOUGHT WITH A STICK

yeah but it is going to be more accurate you try coordinating 40 bats

ok you've got me there

There's SO MUCH TO COORDINATE also this entire thread is a gift thank you

I love this so much thank you too

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