[March Catch-All] | Open

[cryptsleeper]

Who: Alucard + ???
When: March
Where: Not Nocwich, the Horizon, Aqulia
What: Making frowny faces at the closed portal to Nocwich, braving the Horizon, and watching the storms roll in
Warnings: Added as needed

Comments

[gynvael]

[ His eyebrow lifts. A shelter? Constructed in secret? It's almost surprising the Free Cities hasn't got one until now, though perhaps they do and simply wish to create another.

He expects they aren't concerned with the well-being of the common folk, either. Not like that. But ultimately, Marlo's reign relies on the will of the people. She can't be seen leaving children to languish. Not openly. ]

Can't hurt. [ Provided there are no other uses in the plans. ] I'm surprised you agreed.

[ Then again, better to be the one keeping an eye on things. They would simply contract another had Alucard rejected the task. ]

[cryptsleeper]

Someone else isn't going to be thinking about how to put art underground. Or engineer the lights so that there's day and night. Or be paranoid to consider having drainage basins that can take in a tidal wave of water in case someone tries to flood an underground spae.

[Alucard knows it's a weird choice. Geralt's not wrong for commenting it.]

We'll see how far the self-justifications get me in practice though, should it ever need to be used. The nice part was I got to utterly wreck a dungeon created by Thorne.

[gynvael]

[ He is not entirely sure the Free Cities themselves were thinking of art in a functional shelter beneath the ground, but he supposes that is the reason Alucard is working on it and not a Witcher. ]

Makes you wonder how many of those remain.

[ This did all used to belong to Thorne, did it not? He's curious further how much Thorne destroyed during its conquest. Did they burn down groves and homes belonging to the Fey? With so much of the Free Cities full of dry dust, it's difficult to imagine the Fey ever extended this far. ]

You'll be staying in the city for the next while, then?

[cryptsleeper]

[He's trying to make it a home. That's probably why.]

More than we think. But we've never bothered to look for them either. Between that and how the sands shift, there could be a hundred, easy.

[Alucard can imagine it easily.]

I think so, yes. Should I expect to see you around?

[gynvael]

[ A hundred is a larger number than he'd have thought. Ruins built upon ruins. How long before the Free Cities is buried with everything else? Or will it bury the rest of the world first?

Not that he expects to be around to see any of that come to pass.

He nods, polishing off his ale. Nowhere else to be if he can't fulfill his contracts. ]

Can't ride in this fucking dust. [ Geralt retrieves his gloves. He scarcely lingers in one place for long. ] Come for supper.

[ Any time; Alucard is always welcome. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard considers the offer. It's genuine, and there's only one response.

He smiles, soft and just a little sly.]

As long as I don't have to cook it. I'll see you tomorrow night.