[ CLOSED ] through open passageways

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: March
Where: Cadens; Horizon
What: Catch-all for things
Warnings: Adding as we go



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[gynvael]

[ He has to wonder if the lift is only up here or if it were downstairs, as well. He feels as though at least one of them would've noticed a metal box with some buttons upon it. Admittedly, neither he nor Jaskier would have thought to look for one, which means the responsibility falls squarely upon Thancred's shoulders.

He looks at Moglad, who grips his sword protectively but with a sort of pride, as well. His eyes return to Thancred. There is an implication in his gaze that he has never been called dramatic once in his life (he has, multiple times) and does not wish to hear it again.

He steps into the box alongside Jaskier, who pats Thancred as though he were already planning out his eulogy in his head. ] I suggest you don't, unless you want me to burn your corpse.

[ Not that anyone's dying. Probably. Today, at any rate.

They should just go. He pushes the button that indicates it is meant to close the doors. ]

[funbreaker]

[ When is the last time that he saw a knight take down a wyvern? Well, plenty of the Temple Knights in Ishgard could claim to have done such things, but he isn't going to get into a pointless back-and-forth on this either. He still isn't entirely clear on what a Witcher is, save that Geralt is one, but that may need to wait for another day.

Jaskier seems quite concerned about the possibility of dying on this lift, and yet he steps inside all the same. Much of his general theatrics do seem to be for show more than anything else, but Thancred can respect that. ]

I am quite confident you will not die. Nor do I particularly wish to test the theory of whether such a thing is even possible in the Horizon.

[ Being a normal human can be a burden, but Thancred's survived worse in the past. Possession, forbidden teleportation spells, aetheric sickness...

Once Geralt closes the doors on them, Thancred steps up to press in the button that says "L" with a star next to it. ] For "Lobby." [ He glances to his three compatriots and gives a small, sad shake of his head. ] If we'd explored on the ground level a bit more, we likely would have found this.

[ The lift comes to life again and begins to move, smoothly taking them all the way back down in a matter of seconds, compared to however much time and energy that climb had cost them. Thancred lets out a long sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose as the lift continues its brisk descent. ]

I believe we can wrap it up here, buckos

[cointosser]

Burn my -- Geralt, how dare you. You had better never burn my -- why can't you have confidence in our survival, like Thancred over here?

[Jaskier gives him a clap on the shoulder in thanks as Moglad enters last, hovering in the corner. Honestly, it is rather nice to have someone about who talks about the probability of survival, not death, like some persons who shall not be named. (Geralt.)

The whole box sort of rocks around them, jerking once Thancred pushes a button. Jaskier clings to the bar in the back, but honestly, his fears have been rather soothed over. Mostly. It's not the worst company to fake-die with, anyway. Though Thancred is a rather mysterious figure, Jaskier admires him for 1) being stupid enough to come with them up all those bloody stairs and 2) hardly complaining about it.

Jaskier does that plenty for the three of them.] Lobby? [He echoes the word, unsure of its meaning, until Thancred continues.]

You're saying... we could have... [He sags against the bar, closing his eyes. Some mistakes a man must simply bear. He must simply swallow them down. Moglad moves closer to give him a pat on the head with a paw. There, there, Master Jaskier. Maybe the trip was worth it, for the friends --]

Don't finish that sentence, Moglad.

[You made along the way! Moglad finishes with a flourish, spinning in the air of the very small box and hitting Jaskier in the face with a wing while he does it, scraping the point of his sword on the ceiling.

The box stops shaking as it apparently reaches their destination in the space between one breath and the next. And as the doors open on their own, they display, as Thancred estimated, the opposite end of the room they began climbing the stairs in.

Moglad clears his throat, righting his sword against his back so he doesn't damage anything else. There is a hint of contriteness to his tone. Moglad believes this was a learning experience for everyone.]