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Jaskier "old-timey fuckboy" Alfred Pankratz ([personal profile] cointosser) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2022-01-17 02:29 pm

[ OPEN/SOME CLOSED ] if I had to do it over, I'd do it all again

Who: Jaskier, Ciri, Geralt, Yennefer, Alucard, and some open prompts
When: Mid-to-Late January
Where: Cadens and the Horizon
What: Jaskier wakes from a vivid, nasty dream to physical evidence that it was unfortunately very real. He spirals, but like, only a little bit. It mostly involves getting drunk and buying hats to cope.
Warnings: Mentions of bodily injury/torture, maybe PTSD, heavy drinking



[Will be throwing starters (including open ones) down below! You can hit me up at [plurk.com profile] scathefire or #scathefire6612 if you'd like to plot anything or want an additional starter. Also, let me know if you'd like me to avoid S2 spoilers, because there will be a lot.]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-02 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I did indeed. [Howling is a lot of fun and not something he can do in the city. Alucard refrains from mentions of any of the coyotes that howled in response, only because nothing came of it. They just sort of howled together for a bit, before the dhampir realized Geralt would probably appreciate some sleep at some point.

He doesn't comment on the hat (is that a new one?!) But to the work at hand, and it is interesting to see the shift at hand. There is still color, but the shift has moved to the world of the practical. Even his cactus now has extra thorns which is admittedly over kill, but also does have a nice aesthetic of it's own.]


It takes one unsubtle person to recognize another. [His grin is small and sly, because well, pot and kettle. The dhampir walks closed towards one of the grave markers, crouching down to see how the plants interface with the rock in better detail.]

You mean in case I didn't mix the mortar correctly? [The question is light. Alucard hums in soft approval, tracing the reinforcement plants carefully with his forefinger.] This is wonderful, and innovative. Thank you.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-03 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I've met fewer people less. [Alucard's smile is wry though.] Thankfully, I'm one of those that outranks you.

[Alucard knows the full of his dramatics are yet to be observed by the bard but...becoming so depressed that one lives in a graveyard is probably as good an example as any that he can think of.]

Your imagination is correct. But when you're not used to being around others, there's no reason for such commentary.

[It is impossible not to see how the plants shift with his touch. That is a very magical little thing, perhaps moreso than the magic that brought them to this graveyard in the first place. He runs his fingers besides one of the vines. A hello, and a little appreciation for the blooms that now frame the deceased's memory.]

It's still something worth saying out loud. [It isn't a charitable you need to hear it moment.] As long as it has helped. Has anything else come into sharper focus while you've been working?
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-05 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[A laugh is progress in and of itself, and the matter goes unremarked upon. Instead, the dhampir follows Jaskier up from crouching, knowing full well that there's not much more work to be done. There is, however, the new bench that they can take advantage of, and Alucard starts to head in that direction.

He'll go to the bath house at some point to divest himself of sand. For now, he'll wiggle his arms every so often to shake grains loose, knowing full well that it is a losing battle. Really, the sand is one of the few downsides of the desert.]


And the work will need to be maintained.

[More Jaskier's than his own. Gardens can fall into disarray faster than stone.

The cactus comes into view eventually. Alucard's feet are moving at a leisurely pace, and he has no real desire to rush ahead at the moment


You figured it out in a week. [Alucard's dry tone is a terrible attempt at humour.] Took me over a month.

[His bag is dropped beside the cactus, and Alucard settles himself down on the ground. It is good, comfy ground.] You're always welcome here, you know that.
Edited 2022-02-05 04:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-05 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[The dhampir is only optimistic because it is the point he himself is at. It hasn't gotten much easier. There's the faint glimmer that solidarity might be the bump he needs.

But no matter. The garden flourishes, Jaskier is here, and the cactus seems to stand just a little straighter for the bard's appearance. Alcuard's meant to ask if Jaskier has seen any of the cacti that bloom at night out in the desert, but that's a discussion for another day. For now, there is simply this. Sitting and being.]


And at the risk of sounding overly saccharine, your company has been the most constant thing in my life since I arrived here. [Saccharine and the truth are not mutually exclusive. The dhampir lets out a short huff.] It is something I am grateful for.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-07 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alucard's going to pointedly not comment on the roses, although he sees them.

Nice to know that sometimes, he does say the correct thing.

Alucard leans back, his shoulders coming to rest at the very edge of the bench. It is support enough, and the grass is soft beneath his feet. He couldn't ask for much more at this point. This place is as much Jaskier's as it is his now. Collaboration without the name, and without any real planning. Riffing and--

--well. There's a thought.]


The thought has occurred to me as well, and my skin crawls every time it enters my head. [Being without this sort of work is an actual terror at the moment.] It'd cause too much chaos to the living wild life. Can't say I would suggest it.

But maybe finding something else collaborative would help. Or reinvigorate. [The dhampir won't spell it out. Jaskier'll have to come to that conclusion on his own.]
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-08 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I feel as if a city is easier in that regards. Nature is isolated in little spots, meaning that something that otherwise works against the natural environment is easier to atttend to - like you've done. But beyond? [Alucard pauses to imagine the idea, but shakes his head no.] Probably best not to, unless you want to make an oasis or two. [The words leave Alucard's mouth and--

--oh! That's another idea. But he won't harp on it or shove the bard's nose in it to make the concept stick.]


I can't help with less quiet. [An honest assessment of himself. Given the chance, Alucard is always going to prefer silence.] The most I do is go out into the desert and howl at the moon when everything feels just that little bit too much. [Screaming, just in a more interesting way.] I could demonstrate, if you'd like.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-02-09 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It'd be a worthy experiment, at least.

[But an oasis implies a new form of loneliness and that goes against the spirit of what they're both realizing is against their best interest.

Alucard never thought he'd be reliant on anyone for company again, but here he is. Jaskier's the primary source, and it was probably better they never really interacted in the early days of being in Thorne. Alucard knows he'd be an absolute shit had that happened.

Howling though. There's a nod, and the transformation happens again in one single, fluid motion. Nose becomes snout, long flowing hair becomes white fluff, and there's absolutely someone else who need to make a joke about how the bard keeps befriending white wolves.

As a matter of respect, the wolf moves away. This is about to become loud. Alucard throws his head back and:]


awwOOOO000000000000000000

[He only goes for a minute. Minute and a half. Enough to be heard, but not enough to draw too much attention to the fact that the wolf is awake in the cemetery.

Satisfied, he trots right back over and plonks his head on the bench beside Jaskier. Pets allowed but only from Jaskier.]