[ 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]

[ 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.