[ The traps have been passed back and forth between them as they climbed and traversed the rooftops. Geralt has his doubts. He's been told how they work, but he's a man who uses the simplest of bait traps, if that. This has one or two additional components that appear a bit cobbled together. Still, he is not hunting the bird to eat it, which significantly alters how he normally operates. Because he could, in theory, take out the bird from here with a well-aimed knife before the cat can even react. It would also, in theory, result in the death of a beloved pet bird.
So traps it is.
He ignores the question about the cat. He'll explain afterwards, if the man truly wants to know. In the meantime, all that matters is that the cat sees him as a threat, hackles raised and pupils narrowed to slits. ]
Just keep the damn bird grounded. [ He has made an effort, since...the mountain, to not blame Jaskier for things that are not strictly Jaskier's fault. Having said that—
This is entirely Jaskier's fucking fault.
(It had to be a bird. The one creature prone to flying off before he can get close enough to cast a well-placed Axii.)
He inches along the roof. Places the cage-like trap on the ground, where he thinks the cat will run towards should it be startled. He tucks the mechanism into place. The cage makes a suspicious creak, and the pigeon flaps its wings. Geralt stops with his hand hovering. Then he looks over the edge of the roof. Down below are the two sources of his current predicament. He should've asked for a sleep powder. He would have if he'd had the chance instead of having these contraptions pushed into his hands without explanation. ]
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So traps it is.
He ignores the question about the cat. He'll explain afterwards, if the man truly wants to know. In the meantime, all that matters is that the cat sees him as a threat, hackles raised and pupils narrowed to slits. ]
Just keep the damn bird grounded. [ He has made an effort, since...the mountain, to not blame Jaskier for things that are not strictly Jaskier's fault. Having said that—
This is entirely Jaskier's fucking fault.
(It had to be a bird. The one creature prone to flying off before he can get close enough to cast a well-placed Axii.)
He inches along the roof. Places the cage-like trap on the ground, where he thinks the cat will run towards should it be startled. He tucks the mechanism into place. The cage makes a suspicious creak, and the pigeon flaps its wings. Geralt stops with his hand hovering. Then he looks over the edge of the roof. Down below are the two sources of his current predicament. He should've asked for a sleep powder. He would have if he'd had the chance instead of having these contraptions pushed into his hands without explanation. ]