[ CLOSED ] pack up your tents to travel

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: October, pre-event
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Catch-All
Warnings: Standard Witcher canon; nsfw marked

three stars are pinned above;
howling their hope in shadow;

(( plot with me discontinued ))

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thank u for the patience ;;;

[cointosser]

Obviously, there was much more involved. It's a bit like how Nadine and Julie got here, then. A wild escape. A portal. Into the bloody desert, even! He could have been killed. Or worse.

The gasp Jaskier takes physically makes him take a step back, the feathers in his hair making themselves known as they fluff up and stand on end. "You told Yennefer? And not me? My gods, by the time I'm done with you I'm going to have a whole new near-death experience to add to my ballad."

There's a crack of what is unmistakably something akin to thunder, and a small amount of rain begins to fall onto Geralt's head.

A small evolution of his water magic that manages to drip only onto Geralt's head. And maybe a bit in his soup.

Jaskier crosses his arms and stalks away, planning on stomping out until he stops to scoop Mog up into his arms, who greets him with several chirps. The gryphon appears to be psychic, because Jaskier apparently calms with the weight of him in his arms again. "John, as much as I respect your desires, just know you could do better." He says it like a sing-song, taking a seat next to him. He ignores Geralt, fully expecting him to serve all of them. "You made a wise decision, I think. But have you thought of what you'll be doing here? I cannot say the military here is any more trustworthy."

[iustise]

John has to hold back what amusement might otherwise show on his face at Jaskier's display. From the feathers fluffing up in his hair (now that is new), to the little thunderstorm he has appear over Geralt's head. Luckily for John, he has been in politics, so he manages to temper his expression fairly well.

As Jaskier settles down next to him with the little gryphon, John offers him a somewhat apologetic smile. Only somewhat, however, because he is not really sorry to be here or to have escaped Thorne. The two are mutually exclusive ideas. Ever since Geralt had planted the idea in his head, the thought had been growing. The desire to take him up on it. Not only to free himself from everything he had found himself entangled in over there but also -- to be here. Together, at last.

"I..." he starts, glancing at Geralt somewhat sheepishly before shaking his head. "I will admit I had not quite thought that far ahead just yet. Although I think perhaps I have learned my lesson, as far as enlisting to fight for a cause that I myself do not wholly believe in."

[gynvael]

Really? Geralt raises an eyebrow and plucks a small bone off the counter. He throws it with a Witcher's aim directly at Jaskier's forehead.

Do better, his arse. Said as though Jaskier were also not in his bed every other night.

Perhaps he should have taken John someplace less, hm. Prone to chaos. For his first night here. Then again, chaos is all Geralt knows with both Yen and Jaskier in his life so John may as well begin acclimating now. He does miss his quiet forest, truly.

"Plenty of work outside the army here." John may be a nobleman but Geralt has learnt he's far from the idle sort. He expects John will have no trouble finding something to do. "The war's taken workers away, anyhow. Stables are missing a few hands."

Well. He assumes it was the war. Maybe they simply vanished or defected to Thorne or...whatever the fuck else it might've been. He isn't certain how things are in Thorne but the Free Cities have often been a place of constant change.

He sets the stew on the table, shaking off his damp hair and making no effort to avoid spraying Jaskier with it.

[cointosser]

The bone strikes Jaskier right between the eyes, making him drop Mog (who curses at him with a squawk) as Jaskier bends over to hold the spot it hit with a fuck. Ow. "That was absolutely uncalled for." Jaskier gives John a look as if to say, can you believe how immature he is? As if there's not a rain cloud stubbornly following him around the room.

Jaskier heals the growing bruise on his head with a touch of chaos and a gentle sparkling from his fingers, then crosses his legs as if it never happened in the first place.

"So, you've only come with Geralt's illustrious company in mind?" He wipes water from his face and makes sure it rains even harder on Geralt, before the magic sizzles out and the rain stops. Not John's most intelligent decision to date, he can imagine, but it's true enough that Geralt has quite the stable life. A place to stay, steady coin, a very rich friend. "Come, you can't really be offering him up as a stablehand. Whatever you're interested in doing, John, I'm certain I'll know the right person to introduce you to."