the fairy tales and little lies can't drown out all the sound [closed]

[cointosser]

Who: Jaskier + Co.
When: September Catch-All
Where: Horizon and Cadens
What: Questing things, hiring manager things, new Horizon developments!
Warnings: N/A.

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[gynvael]

[ Right. They should.

Patting the horses, Geralt begins the trek back. Leaving Brokilon behind. He wonders if he ever returned after that. Once he found Ciri, happened? Was Yennefer with him? Jaskier? Did they settle back into the family he'd always wanted?

He knows he shouldn't let his mind stay mired in the past. That there is much more he hasn't lost. And it—

He glances up. A high-pitched Kupo! rings out from between the trees. Is that...?

Where in the hell did the other moogle even get a sword? It must've spawned with it—and it's apparently determined to slice Jaskier's miniature morbol into pieces.

Geralt peers at the spectacle. (What the fuck.) ]

[cointosser]

[Commotion in Bleobheris is a rare occurrence, and thus a startling one. Jaskier would recognize Moglad anywhere, but his kupo! is a startled one. Jaskier runs ahead only to find Mogworth, both feet planted firmly on the ground, holding a single sword in front of him as he stands before Moglad, still holding his lute, his golden pom suddenly turned black.

Oh, for fuck's sake --

He will say, Mogworth is fast. The moogle darts forward, ducking under the swipe of a tentacle, to slice one of the morbol's arms off in one swipe.]

Mogworth! Leave Yjönnstifer alone, you cretin! What are you doing?!

[The morbol cries out with -- well, it's a horrifying noise, actually, somewhere between a squelch and a belch -- and Jaskier scoops him up, lost arm and all, reattaching it with a wet squish.] We don't go around killing our friends here!

[Moglad adds I told him not to! I was just startled, kupo!, which Jaskier's a little proud of -- he's absolutely a little narc -- but Mogworth is apparently unbothered by either of them. He wipes his eyes with a paw, and his pom returns to gold. It got too close, is his explanation, but Jaskier suspects it's not Mogworth that the morbol got too close to, considering Moglad currently, er. Stinks.

Jaskier sighs.] This place has turned into a mess. One might say it's even too crowded.

[gynvael]

[ Jönnsti...?

The scene that unfolds before him is an absurdist comedy of immeasurable proportions: the two fluffy bear-creatures, waving sword and lute; Jaskier, rescuing his beloved (?) miniature monster and reattaching its severed limb. For once, Geralt is not silent because he hasn't anything he cares to say. He's just. Baffled.

And increasingly uncomfortable by Mogworth's entire...everything. His black-turned-gold antenna. Pursuing a monster for attacking his. Moogle friend. Its inexplicable silence when, as far as he's told, these creatures do not stop chattering.

After a long moment, Geralt claps Jaskier on the shoulder, the universal signal for Good luck, but I'm leaving now. ] I'm sure you'll be fine.

[ And he's gone. ]

[cointosser]

Well, of course I'll be fine, it's just --

[He turns only to see Geralt literally phasing out of existence, and looking, to Jaskier's eyes, quite pleased about it, as if the very fact he can leave a conversation whenever he wishes to makes the Horizon particularly pleasant.

Or Jaskier may be projecting.]

Geralt! Don't you dare! [And... he's already gone.] You stupid arse!

[He swears he can hear Mogworth laugh deep under his breath. Just once.]