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cidolfus telamon ([personal profile] judgmentbolts) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2024-05-13 06:45 pm

(Open & Closed)

Who: Cid & YOU!
When: Post-Event
Where: Free Cities (Cadens)
What: Post-event catch-all
Warnings: Canon-typical warnings (see the bottom of the page)
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workshop stuff

[personal profile] ancunin 2024-05-15 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rio Enterprises most valuable employee has been out for a week or two, having come down with sudden vampiric banes after eight centuries.

The door to the workshop will open as Cid is in the middle of whatever project he happens to be working on. Walking inside is a pale man dressed in rather fine clothes - clearly not here for work. Cid might notice his pointed ears, or maybe even the sharpened fangs when he opens his mouth to speak, both eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. ]


Um - hello there... what are you doing?

[ Touching everything.

After a moment he squints as he looks Cid over without any attempt at subtly.

Is he supposed to know who this is? With a deep sigh he looks over Cid's shoulder and yells: ]


- ooohhhh Viktor? I wish you would let me knoooow when you've invited strange men to touch your tools...
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[personal profile] gynvael 2024-05-15 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Between the storms and an unexpected excursion to the Singularity, Roach has been trapped in the stable for far too long. So taking her out is one of the first things Geralt does. It gives him time to think, anyhow. Jaskier's aggressive foray into pastries is wearing on him. And truthfully, returning to the desert, dry and sweltering, feels like shit after his memories of being anywhere but here.

He misses the forest.

The figure on the trail gives him a slight pause. He slows his horse a touch—but the voice that calls out to him is familiar. Hard to forget it. He draws closer, curious. It's strange, to both recognize people and yet not. He keeps seeing them with shadows of wings and starlit shine.

Seems Cid is going through the same. It takes him a moment to realize they never did meet without his wolf shroud. ]


I am. [ He dismounts, careful to avoid the snare by his feet. His gaze roams over the other man. Funny. They should be strangers. They've never spoken in reality. And yet. ] You've lost a few legs.
Edited 2024-05-15 11:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2024-05-15 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Viktor, despite his penchant to work far more than any human should, has been known to close down Rio operations on occasion. It's usually when he simply does not want to deal with the interpersonal aspects of having employees and running a business, neither of which sound very appealing to him coming out of their shared, 800-year hallucination. It's easier, as always, to dive back into his projects (now three weeks behind) and do his best to insulate himself from the world outside his workshop.

Suffice to say he ignores the first knock. And the second. But soon enough he hears the sound of someone tooling around with the lock on his door, and that is a little more difficult to let slide. He's slow to get up on a good day, and Cid is already inside before he manages to haul himself off his stool. The volume with which Cid announces himself gives Viktor a full-body cringe. He is simply not equipped to deal with this right now.
]

We're closed. You have the week off.

[Not that he expects that to deter him, given the fact that he seems to have brought groceries, but he has to try.]

Now I have to replace the lock.
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[personal profile] gynvael 2024-05-16 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ His lips twitch ever so slightly. Yes. He did shed a significant amount, even if his hair remains as untamed as usual.

The camaraderie doesn't feel out of place—though perhaps Geralt, too, is accustomed to those who grow familiar quickly. He doesn't react to the gesture, only turning towards the mare. She's black, slimmer and lighter-footed for the sands than the sturdy breeds Cid would've seen him ride in their shared...vision.

Or whatever the fuck that was. He's not yet untangled everything that happened. ]


This is Roach. [ He tugs her forward. Her head dips, searching for a treat that isn't there. His expression is fond as he pats her neck. ] She's easier on the eyes.

[ But more prone to kicking, unlike Cid, who seemed resigned to children pulling on his tail. He wonders if the man misses them. The children who were never really his. There was a time Geralt experienced the same—a girl he thought he found, then lost when he awoke. How do you grieve someone created inside your mind? ]
Edited 2024-05-16 15:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] gynvael 2024-05-17 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His what? Geralt looks at Roach, then at Cid. ]

It's only a name. [ She nudges him, impatient. With a sigh, he takes her reins to lead her onward. He trusts Cid will follow. ] I've had my share of horses. Their lifespans can't keep up with mine.

[ That, and—his horses walk the same path of a Witcher. Now and again, they fall to monsters or men. The first time he lost his mare, he was tasked with finding another and when he did, he'd thought: if Roach had been good enough for the old girl, then it was good enough for his next.

So Roach it remained. They all became a singular Roach in that dream, her coat eternally shifting between shades of chestnut and bay and black. He supposes it makes sense. Roach is simply the horse he happens to be riding at any given moment. How she appears or when he acquired her is irrelevant.

In any case, this particular Roach came from right here in Cadens. His first purchase, and still his most costly. Half the reason he slept on the floor for months. (The other half is because he didn't give a shit.) ]
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2024-05-17 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no--nevermind.

[He has learned quickly that Cid will generally not be deterred, and it's often easier to just let him happen, rather than expend energy trying to get him to do what he wants. If he wants to stock the kitchenette, fine. Viktor will not be partaking, though if it's out of principle or because he still has no appetite is unclear.]

I have some.

[Viktor doesn't look up from his current activity (welding one thing to another thing, probably), and gestures vaguely to the mug nearby. It is most certainly cold.]
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[personal profile] ancunin 2024-05-17 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Astarion raises an eyebrow, but otherwise continues on into the workshop as if there'd never been an interruption in the first place. ]

That does sound right. [ oh-so-dryly. With a sigh he glances up, figuring Viktor is home and just RUDELY IGNORING HIM, but he's not going to continue yelling or otherwise make another attempt to get him to come downstairs. There's the slightest touch of concern in his expression, there and gone. ]

I thought he might like to go on a little excursion to the mining camp. Get some fresh - well, dusty desert air, but alas...

[ He shrugs, stepping around to some of those boxes with spare respirators, seemingly taking stock of things. He's trying to figure out what supplies to bring, both for himself and to deliver - it'll be nearly a two day trip without access to a portal. Ugh. ]
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[personal profile] gynvael 2024-05-18 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ A dry huff meets that assertion. ] Just because she stayed her hand once or twice doesn't mean I'm spared.

[ Geralt makes no effort to elaborate. Ciri tells him Death caught up with him, anyhow. Their vision says she let him slip through her grasp once more. What is the truth? A slow-aging body is only a fraction of the story. Most Witchers do not last as long as he has. He's watched each of them fall, all at once and then slower, steadier over the years, and yet. Here he is. Walking an entirely different continent altogether with something that's either a promise or a warning waiting ahead.

He has not decided which it is.

His gaze cuts to Cid for a moment before he looks back ahead. The sun glows like a white flame in between the cloud. Summer is approaching, which means travelling in the daytime will quickly become undesirable. ]


I've never found a path that was. But you seemed to do all right for yourself.

[ As far as he saw, at least. He won't claim to have known Cid well; their bond was through the reason Geralt would visit, not any long, personal talks. ]
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[personal profile] techmaturgy 2024-05-18 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, at least he has basic laboratory safety. Viktor raises his elbows so as not to get in the way of the incoming tea cup and plate, and mumbles his thanks. The food gets a cursory look, and is then summarily ignored. For a long moment, he has hopes that things will continue in silence, but of course it isn't that easy. His answer is matter-of-fact.]

The problem is that I'm tired.

[The problem is not that he's too nice. It's that he's tired, and his unwillingness to fight about silly things like Cid bringing him food is mistaken for kindness.]

I have a finite amount of energy to expend every day, and I prefer not to waste it on trivialities.
Edited (Fixing some phrasing) 2024-05-18 18:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] gynvael 2024-05-19 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sharp smell of ozone briefly draws Geralt's gaze. Magic was uncommon on the Continent; here, it's everywhere, but this is the Free Cities, not Thorne, and Cid can't have arrived much earlier than a few weeks ago. If he's casually casting spells, it must be a trait he possesses from home.

Interesting.

He hums, sidestepping a skittering lizard that seems determined to chase its demise under his boot. Is he surprised to learn many are unsettled by a fate they didn't ask for? Hardly. Does he feel differently about it? Somewhat. It's complicated. He's had more time, perhaps, to acclimate to the idea of choices taken and given, and the twisted road he often walks as he finds his way through on his terms.

But Cid, he thinks, is speaking not entirely for himself when he says humanity. ]


Men make gods and monsters of each other. [ If the Summoned did not exist, they would look elsewhere. ] You can't rid the world of the other two without ridding it of the first.

[ That's all they were. Men whose image took shape in the eyes of others. Geralt had not much felt like a god. He solved the problems he always had, took his money that he didn't truly need, and wandered between villages that simultaneously needed his help and feared his shadow. What else is new? ]
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[personal profile] ancunin 2024-05-19 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Astarion bristles at the sudden, uninvited contact, it's clear from his withering stare right after it happens that Cid should probably keep his hands to himself in the future. His gaze continues to follow his new coworker as he moves about the workshop, studying him with a slightly narrowed gaze.

He had asked Viktor to hire some... sturdier employees. ]


I was told it should be a day or two by caravan... barring any new unforeseen calamities. [ Which. Happen. Sometimes. He grimaces, waving his hand. ] We briefly had access to a portal to get operations started, but I've been told that's no longer available to us.

[ He seems rather miffed about the sudden inconvenience. You would think the government would be more gracious, with them saving everyone from the rock tantrums... but he supposes this is just how it goes. His hand settles on his hip. ]

You'll have to supply your own rations. We don't provide per diem here.

[ Honestly, this probably isn't true. He just wants to see how much this man is intending to freeload. versus work. He's being too helpful. ]
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hills.

[personal profile] exuviage 2024-05-20 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Its getting warmer and warmer in the deserts. Winter is long gone, and spring is on the way out the door as well. Thankfully the nights are still comfortable and early in the morning the paving stones Cadens are still cool. Afternoons, less so.

Dan Heng may be protected from some of the worst effects of various types of weather thanks to the Trailblaze, but it doesn't mean he's suited for them. He almost regrets leaving Solvunn and its damp sea breezes behind, but a Nameless will always choose to follow the compass of destiny into the unknown over the things that are familiar. And in this case, the unknown is the hills surrounding Cadens that still have a riot of flowers growing in the small canyons where winter streams carved out their course and the floods of the previous month's storms nurtured them further. Some even still have water in them, like this one; a healthy, if small, spring feeding a waterfall that pours down over a rocky face and collects in a deep pond. It's probably a good place to fish, if the water manages to flow year-round. But Dan Heng's main interest is in the exposed sediment layers next to the waterfall and finding own samples of the last spring blooms to take drawings of in his notebook.

And, maybe, also just being able to walk, fully clothed, into a body of water without anyone else around to judge when it starts to get too hot.

When Cid rounds the last rocky outcropping leading to the plunge pool and the snare hidden by a game track in the flowers, Dan Heng is still standing in the water up to his waist, one hand shielding his gaze from the afternoon sun and ready to pull his spear out if the visitor is unfriendly. But the face on the man rounding the canyon wall is still somewhat recognizable to him Lord Mister Uncle Ramuh, whom Dan Heng is belatedly realizing was the guy he had met in the Barracks months ago during his observation period, and he relaxes once more. That's a relief.
]

... Hi.

[ It's a familiar face, yes, but this kind of situation is also exactly why he doesn't climb into the fountains in town when it starts to get uncomfortably warm. Man. That fake timeline really did a number on his "act human" skills, and that's his excuse, thank you. ]
Edited (a bitch forgot her conjunctions) 2024-05-21 01:29 (UTC)

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