[ CLOSED ] here in this garden of bones

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: May
Where: Cadens; Horizon
What: Catch-all for May
Warnings: basic witcher canon stuff, adding as we go



(( starters below. discontinued or at Noa#1979 to plot. ))

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[gynvael]

[ Hanging where? Geralt frowns, just in time for Nero to grab his hand and rather sort of. Brush theirs together. Hm.

He won't question it.

A turn of phrase, really—but his expression grows intrigued as Nero clarifies. ] They're created? By who—other demons?

[ Similar to Lucifer? He supposes it shouldn't surprise him there are similarities across realms. The demons on the Continent are much different. Not quite demons; more unknown entities from unknown realms, labeled in mismatched terms. It is still not clear what Voleth Meir truly is beyond being part of the Hunt. But what is the Wild Hunt?

They may never know. The mysteries of the Continent are impossible to uncover from entire spheres away. Truthfully, he's glad to leave all that behind. This world carries its share of troubles, but...he can admit, he feels far less alone facing them here. ]

[ofthesword]

[Hey, the Witcher lets him do it, and that's good enough for Nero.

He settles back, stretching his legs out in front of him, pulling Red Queen from his back to drive her into the ground. He probably shouldn't have said anything. If there's one thing that raises his hackles high, it's anything having to do with his -- with Vergil. And all the thoughts he has about him that Nero has no idea how to process. How to deal with any of that.

But it's just a fact.] This one was tryin' to be a king. Like most of the big ones try to be, I guess. Called himself Urizen. [Nero shrugs.] Most of them just sort of crawl out of the Underworld. The big bads can make their own henchman. Thus thunderhead over there. [Well, the fallen corpse is already sort of dissolving into demon blood and seeping into the ground - just like home.] I mean, you never really wonder who made your monsters, right? It's enough to know there's no end to them.

[gynvael]

[ It doesn't occur to him he's touched a delicate subject until Nero doesn't answer immediately. Geralt studies the boy. There's something Nero isn't saying about this Urizen. He decides now isn't the time to ask, but he tucks the name away. ]

Humans made some of ours. Mages. [ He doesn't wonder, no. He knows. ] Others fell through during the Conjunction from other realms.

[ Perhaps in their world, they aren't deemed monsters. Perhaps they roamed the land freely as the bears and the wolves do here. Beasts who would not be a danger to anyone if they had not collided with a land occupied by too many humans. What defines a monster so easily shifts with the winds.

For a moment, he adds nothing more. Watches the body of the demon steadily dissolve, the stalking feline lick its paws. He had not come here to slay an imaginary monster. Not exactly. ]

Come by the mountains some time. I'd wager the wolf might like your cat.

we can wrap up here!

[ofthesword]

Seriously? [Mages, huh. People like Wanda -- well, like Wanda, but totally not like Wanda, 'cause he gets the feeling most mages aren't anything like her. (Hopefully.) He doesn't know what a Conjunction is, but if they "fell" from other spheres -- probably crossed some kind of dimension or something. Why not? Underworld's pretty much the same way.

Learning about other people's homes is fucking weird.]

Weird.

[Not sure what else to say about it. Nero doesn't put that much thought into it. Monster's a monster. Maybe it's simpler with demons, but Geralt doesn't strike him as someone who's living with a bunch of moral dilemmas.

Nero perks up, looking at him. Huh. Nero can't help but be surprised by the invitation -- but that's cool. That's cool. He laughs.] Yeah, you think so? Don't get on me if they tear each other up. She's kind of bitchy. [Or maybe all panthers are like that?] You'll see me soon.