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ℭ𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔬𝔣 ℭ𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞 ([personal profile] wiedzminka) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2021-11-16 08:45 pm

[ CLOSED ] tell them that the villains on my list

Who: Ciri, Jaskier, and others
What: Geralt has gone missing. Ciri and Jaskier are on the case.
Where: Around Cadens, the desert outside it, perhaps the other Free Cities; possibly Horizon and Network
When: Mid-November
Warnings: violence, gore, dismemberment

If you'd like to plot out a thread, please PM Ciri or Jaskier's journals, or catch us on Plurk at [plurk.com profile] belleteyn and [plurk.com profile] scathefire respectively!

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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2021-11-25 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Lead on.

[He's not sure where they've stabled the horse, but this much Alucard knows: he'll get much more out of this if he's a wolf. So within two steps he is no longer human. Big, gold eyes look up at Ciri, waiting for her or Jaskier to start moving.

Best to get started.]
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-11-28 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Jaskier tilts his head and leads the way; this, at least, is a path he's well-acquainted with.

What he's not? People turning into wolves. And there he is, a wolf again already. With barely a conversation between the three of them, and what was there with sharp edges.

He should be used to this. He has. He's seen it the other way around. Unfortunately, it's still quite startling, even if it's sort of beautiful in its fluidity. (Where do his clothes go? Do they become skin and fur? My. That's much more useful than what werewolves have to go through.)

Jaskier keeps walking as if he had no reaction to it, and as if it wasn't strange as fuck to have a companion who kept changing into a wolf (he imagines to avoid further conversation on the way there.) And it is quiet. Tense. He isn't sure what to say after this tentative agreement to either of them, and it feels bizarre to attempt to fill this silence.

So silence it stays. Until he practically itches with it, and the stable's scent carries towards them on the wind. Inside, Roach has her head stuck in a bag, munching away as her tail flicks. Lounging in her gifts now she's back home with a job well done. A journey completed.]


Well. Here you are.

[If only to say something.]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2021-11-29 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[What an awkward, tense little group they make, walking from the graveyard to the stables. Two tense, unhappy humans and a deeply awkward wolf trailing behind them, ears alert and eyes glancing in every direction. How strange it is for all of them to be moving towards one very specific stall to let the wolf smell a horse.

To Ciri's concerns, there is only a nod of the wolf's head. His nose wiggles. Flares. And then Alucard gets to work.

He starts by sniffing at Roach's middle, where any sort of attached saddle or other riding kit would be. The smell of the stable is the strongest, but below that is leather. Then dessert, all open air and dry, dry climes that carry cacti on it. There's...there's something with the leather, but he can't figure out what.

So the wolf stands up on its' hind legs. There's more leather on the top part of the horse (he is aware there's better terminology, but fuck it), so the smell is stronger there. Or at least it should be. Alucard takes a deeper sniff, careful not to press too much weight against Roach.

Ozone?

That can't be right. But the note is similar, and it mixes with the layer of leather.

The wolf moves out of Roach's stall. He knows what he is hunting for now, and it is only a matter of finding where the other two have placed Roach's saddle for now. It takes a few minutes to find the darn thing, but once it happens? Alucard's wolfy snout is pressed against it, working through the layers of scent. (He never wanted to know what Geralt's butt smelled like, but here he is, cursed with knowledge.)

The ozone scent is there again, but with it is something else. A faint undercurrent, and--oh.

Oh dear.

A sigh escapes the wolf, and Alucard is standing in the thing's place a moment later, eyes cast down.]


I can't say what happened. Only that there's traces of magic here that would block further tracking.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-11-30 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[This is monumentally far from the most fun thing to do in his life. He considers whistling as they walk, but that was likely to make the mood worse. And he. Would rather die than sing right now.

So he sighs a few times instead, moving to the other side of Roach's head, but keeping a bit of space between them so she doesn't feel too trapped. With a wolf entering behind them, he imagines she isn't having the time of her life, either. You know what? Join the family.

Jaskier peeks over her shoulder to watch Alucard's investigation, every inch of him tight in the hopes he'll find something. He seems to be following a trail, but... honestly, this has never happened to Jaskier in his life.

The wolf sighs.

Oh. That's a bad sign.]


Magic? [He pats Roach and steps away to peer at the saddle. Shouldn't he be able to sense it himself? Blast it, he has magic. And yet all one needs is the magic of... a nose.] A mage, then. [Of course. It had to be. What did the Witcher lack a defense against? Magic.] Or one of us. The Singularity mages. [He runs a shaking hand through his hair.] Fuck. Can you tell if there's more than one? Even with magic, I don't think one mage could take him alone.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2021-12-03 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alucard's response is a shake of his head no to all inquiries. It is slow, genuinely apologetic without having to say the words I'm sorry. He's not been on the other side of this situation before, but he knows when those words sting more than comfort.]

The scent is too faint for me to make any further kind of determination. [The worst reason, but the truest one.] And I don't think going out to the desert where this happened will help me, unfortunately. The kind of nuance I think you're both hoping for isn't well adjusted to this world's magic yet.

[Maybe if he hadn't had his powers removed upon being dragged to Thorne, it'd be a different story. But here they stand awkwardly in front of a saddle, the dhampir the bearer of bad news.

He looks off to the left, where neither of the other two are standing. Privacy, until he's dismissed.]
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-12-04 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[It's hard not to feel completely crestfallen when they've gotten... this far. If it's far at all, really, in the grand scheme of things. At least Jaskier works to keep his expression even, though he listens.

To be honest, he agrees with Alucard. That he shouldn't go out there. Not because he won't find anything -- though there's that -- but there's sure to be remnants of what they did. The bodies still there.

If anything, all he'll smell is blood, anyway.]


It's about as I suspected. Still, it's confirmation of something we weren't sure of. I do appreciate your help, Alucard.

[No matter how terribly the dhampir is wishing to not be here.] When you think of your matter of payment, let me know.