Geralt z Rivii (
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Entry tags:
- !npc,
- alucard; the hierophant,
- amos burton; the lovers,
- cirilla of cintra; the devil,
- estinien wyrmblood; the hermit,
- father maxwell; the wheel of fortune,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- hector; the magician,
- himeka sui; the fool,
- jaskier; the sun,
- relena peacecraft; death,
- sam wilson; justice,
- yennefer of vengerberg; the chariot
[ OPEN / CLOSED ] i think i found a way to kill the sun
Who: Geralt + Various
When: December
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Some catching up now that he's home
Warnings: Discussion of trauma; nsfw marked
(( placing starters in the comments below. find me at
discontinued or at Noa#1979 to plot stuff! ))
When: December
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Some catching up now that he's home
Warnings: Discussion of trauma; nsfw marked
(( placing starters in the comments below. find me at
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"Aye. Not in the grand scheme of things, it would seem. We never had cause to consider the idea of traversing to entirely new universes before ending up here. The shards were surprising enough on their own."
He pauses for a moment, and then adds:
"I've sometimes wondered if our worlds are meant to be the shards of the Singularity's whole. 'Twould fit with the Abraxian's conception of it, at least."
As annoying as it is to think about the Source being a shard of an even greater Source. It's all a bit much, really.
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He needs someone else to talk to about this. Who is the problem. Maybe it's worth speaking not to another Summoned, but to someone at the academy in the city. A native of this world, familiar with its history.
The edge of Estinien's domain draws near. He sighs, and it isn't really directed at the elf at all. It's just—every time he learns something new, it spawns a thousand more concerns.
"Thank you for the sheep, I suppose. And the headache."
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"You're welcome," he says, an expected amount of cheek in his tone. He gestures vaguely at Geralt's entire self. "Good luck with your... situation."
Whatever the hell is going on in Geralt's life he wouldn't know where to start, and it's clearly not desired. So, instead, that's how Estinien bids his farewell, leaping up into the sky and taking wing, circling over the mountains and back towards his flock