[ CLOSED ] tell them that the villains on my list

[wiedzminka]

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 belleteyn and scathefire respectively!

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[cointosser]

[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.

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri practically bristles at this news, echoing Jaskier's curse under her breath. Roach nickers, pawing a leg at the ground beneath her, tail flicking anxiously. She can sense the tension, probably -- or she's just as freaked out by the wolf becoming a man as person might be.

Ciri takes a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves so she can settle the horse. ]

Can you tell anything more specific than just... magic? Traces of humans or anything else?

[ Alucard's no mage, not as far as she knows, and Ciri's aware it's a ridiculous question, but the way things are beginning to slot together leaves her desperate. Geralt had been ambushed. Taken. He must have been incapacitated to leave his sword and Roach like that. He'd probably been sleeping, and someone with magic took him by surprise and--

What?

The idea of portals immediately comes to mind, the way it would explain Geralt vanishing from his camp without taking any of his gear. It is an explanation. One that fits uncomfortably well, and leaves Ciri's blood ice in her veins. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[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.]

[cointosser]

[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.

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[ It's not the answer she was hoping for, but Ciri understands. It is still information they didn't have, a confirmation of something only suspected. And though it doesn't really give them any direction to go in... it's something. So she tells herself, swallowing back a sigh and a curse that Alucard doesn't deserve. ]

It is more than we had before. Very well.

[ She nods, and gestures vaguely back out at the street, leading them away from the horse to let her eat in peace. ]

Consider it a favor owed, if nothing else.

[ It's a more generous offer than it may seem at first, as she doesn't put specifics to it. Alucard had been decent and understanding, helpful despite his cold demeanor; she intends to have his back when he needs it, if he asks. ]