[ CLOSED ] though my feet my rest

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: August
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: August catch-all
Warnings: General Witcher canon stuff.


(( starters below. plot with me discontinued. ))

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[gynvael]

Hm.

[ Geralt stretches out a leg. Can't say he's surprised to hear that. The Fey said much that could mean very little, and their disposition suggests there's a chance anything they mention offhand could simply be to fuck with their guests.

He can see a Alucard's concern. The remark's potential connection to the Acolytes. But it feels...mm. It doesn't feel right.

Though—would there be a clash in ideology between the gods of Solvunn and the Fey? Would they even give a fuck? ]

Does it worry you?

[cryptsleeper]

In all honesty, I don't think I'm in the right place to judge.

[He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment.]

Anything that sounds vaguely threatening to me sounds like alarm bells after what happened with the cult, and I wasn't even amongst those taken. The circumstances just brushed too close to past ones, and it's left that part of me very set on trying to make sure it doesn't happen again.

[He knows Geralt was taken. He's never asked after circumstances. It was wholly not his business.]

I'd rather confirm that there's nothing to be worried about instead of let it be and something stupid happens.

[gynvael]

[ An honest assessment, if nothing else. Geralt cocks his head, mulling it over. He can't dismiss the prospect. There's much they've not learned about the Acolytes, about Josselyn Creed. About the supposed Old Gods.

He wants those answers. But he also knows the value of letting sleeping dogs lie. It's difficult, sometimes, to know where to draw that line. ]

The question isn't whether something might happen again. It's what will happen next.

[ The Acolytes are imprisoned. Josselyn is dead. The island has flooded. The factions are on high alert for signs of another similar incident. But what of the road which lies ahead? That creature which slunk into the ocean? Shrines now cracked and buried? The dark figure in their visions?

And where does Solvunn stand now, after everything? How dangerous do the other territories consider Solvunn's ability to call upon its gods? ]

[cryptsleeper]

[The statements are versions of remarks Geralt has made before. They're measured observations as well as true ones, and Alucard lets out a thoughtful rumble. He knows why he's chasing down leads - he wants to avoid his own bugfuck terror and anger that happened with Josselyn's little adventures - but...it's a hydra. A head is always going to grow.]

I know. But if something extremely awful can be prevented, or at least minimized...

[The dhampir trails off. That was how a sense of responsibility creeps in, and Alucard has appreciated not having that feeling for the past two years.]

[gynvael]

[ Yeah. He understands the sentiment. It's difficult not to feel responsible. Wonder if there were signs you missed. An experience he's had often over the decades—most recently between he and Dean. ]

Not everything lies on you to foresee. [ He shrugs. To some, his statements may seem disconnected, uncaring, but he's simply learned that you cannot carry the weight of the world, and hope to survive in it. Some situations, you have to walk away from before it swallows you whole.

He isn't as good at that as he wants to be. ]

If I hear something, I'll let you know.

[cryptsleeper]

Easier said than done on this topic.

[Geralt's not wrong, even if Alucard's voice is weary in agreement. Alucard knows this, just as he knows that the statement is empathetic in it's own subtle Geralt-y way. He's learned to read that nuance.]

Thank you. I couldn't ask for anything more.