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abraxaslogs2022-03-25 07:05 pm
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Entry tags:
- !npc,
- alucard; the hierophant,
- dean winchester; the lovers,
- fandaniel; the hanged man,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- gideon nav; strength,
- goro; the chariot,
- hector; the magician,
- inej ghafa; the hierophant,
- jaskier; the sun,
- jesper fahey; the wheel of fortune,
- julie lawry; the wheel of fortune,
- nadine cross; the world,
- rinwell; the magician,
- sam wilson; justice,
- sephiroth; the tower,
- viktor; death,
- wen kexing; the tower
[open] a fantastic public charity event!
Who: Jaskier, open to all of the Free Cities!
What: The bard is holding a concert at Cadens's Old Public Hall in order to raise money for its renovation!
Where: Cadens
When: The end of March, a bit after the eclipse/Singularity event shenanigans
Warnings: None. This is a family-friendly event. :)
What: The bard is holding a concert at Cadens's Old Public Hall in order to raise money for its renovation!
Where: Cadens
When: The end of March, a bit after the eclipse/Singularity event shenanigans
Warnings: None. This is a family-friendly event. :)
The Event
[Flyers hand-written and posted around the city of Cadens promise many a thing: a lovely night of community and belonging, beautiful decorations, a precious place to bring your bonnie sweet (the most important.) Jaskier fully intends on this being the perfect date night; the more lovers who become closer thanks to him, the better. The hall will see a larger audience than it ever has before! And hopefully more money will be thrown at it than ever before.
Of course, that’s what this is: a charity concert being held to raise funds for the old Cadens speaking hall, a large hall that has long fallen into disrepair. Through the efforts of Jaskier (and mostly) Alucard, restoration of the hall has begun. However, it has far more renovations ahead of it, and coin will be needed.
The concert is meant to be a grand time, but, it is about the money. This is a charity event, technically. But there's no reason he can't have fun with it.
And since Jaskier does nothing by halves, he has gone fully all-out. At the concert, any goers will be free to partake in:
+ free food (courtesy of himself, Alucard, and Sam's cooking, generally fresh bread, rolls, sweets, cheeses, and various finger foods and slices of roasts)
+ free wine and local juices (mostly paid out of Jaskier's pocket)
+ flowers will be given out, though it is STRONGLY IMPLIED a donation is expected (bouquets can be purchased for your honey, as well)
+ Nadine will be going around the crowd and providing small samples of tonics and potions
There will also be a small raffle that Jaskier will be running. Tickets can be bought for a small fee, and ticket holders can win small prizes of bouquets (courtesy of yours truly), a box of fresh pastries from the local bakery, an array of prized feathers from his pet toy gryphon, or a slightly fancier bottle of wine. The ultimate prize will be a free song written personally for you by Jaskier, all topics and requests accepted. Yes, it is a grand prize. For the small prizes, you can decide whether your ticket is a winner or a loser!
Please, remember to keep your behaviors amenable, fair citizens of Cadens. This concert is for charity, and no roughhousing, fighting, or generally ill tempers will be suffered. And as an event on city property, it is meant to remain completely neutral. No politics or you'll be kindly escorted outside the event!]
The Old Public Hall
[The Cadens Public Hall is an old, large speaking hall hosting distinctive architectural features that are strongly Thornean in influence. Like the old days, the concert is mostly meant to be standing-room only; the second floor mezzanine has been blocked off due to unsafe conditions (mostly old, rotting floorboards.) There's a slight musty smell that lingers despite Jaskier's best efforts to hide it.
His attempts to hide it are vast in number: every where one looks are richly colorful groupings of flowers, tied to pillars, hanging from strings of semi-magical lights that have been criss-crossed over the main concert area to mimic the sight of stars, and growing from pots meant to hide dusty corners. Illusionary birds fly and flutter about, adding spots of color and life to the old hall.
Small tables and chairs have been set out the entrance for folks to eat and relax at while music fills the hall and spills out.
Jaskier himself headlines the music, accompanied by a flautist, a drummer and a cellist. Songs that he performed at the Summit are part of his set: a song that venerates the magical accomplishments of Thorne (which may earn some grumbles from local Cadenites, but that same magic flows through the hall itself, amplifying the music and preventing echoing and regulating temperature.) His ballad about Lyfbringr, one of the gods of Solvunn, features, with a slightly baudy edge to it. But most prominent are several songs about the Free Cities themselves: bastions of hope for those who have lost their home, rich mixing pots of culture and people, with fantastic advances in technology.
Peppered among the songs are general fun, upbeat songs. As the night draws to a close, the songs become slower and softer, meant for dances between lovers.
Between sets of songs, Jaskier can be see moving through the crowd, shaking hands, dancing, and showing off his precious new pet toy gryphon named Mog, with black fur and feathers and an owlish face. (Yes, you can pet him.) Mog accompanies him on stage as well, flicking his tail and sleeping inside his lute case.]
Speech, Speech, Speech
[Like all good events, it must begin with a speech.
At the beginning of the concert, while his band behind him plays quiet music, Jaskier takes the head of the dais that is acting at the stage, giving the concert-goers a hearty bow with a sweep of his large, feathered hat.]
Hello and greetings, my fellow citizens of Cadens! While you may not know me -- though I highly doubt that, if you've ever stepped foot into a local tavern -- I have been dwelling in your city in some time now as the conveniently-dubbed Summoned. I am the Master Bard Jaskier, and tonight we have gathered for a few hours of good will and merriment.
I have been welcomed into your city ever since I came here by chance, and have long wanted to give back in what ways I can. This concert is being held for the good of the very hall we stand in, long having fallen to disrepair in lieu of other pursuits -- important ones, I'm sure! -- by the city. However, as a musician, I have high respect for any such beautiful place, and I have recently began working tirelessly with an anonymous patron and friend to restore this grand old beauty for the use of all Cadens citizens.
Please, peruse the first floor of the hall to see our recent work in restoring and preserving historical Cadens architecture. There is free food and drink for all -- though, if you're a known glutton, learn a bit of restraint for the sake of the children. [Laugh track.] There are small gifts available in return for donations at the stands just ousdie. There will be collection plates placed around the tables, and by the door -- you'll see that lovely young man there, yes? He'll be glad to take your coin off your hands! [Another laugh track. He's hilarious, he knows.] All donations will go straight to the restoration of this historic hall.
By your leave, lovely gents and beautiful dames, I bid you a wonderful night. May your hearts be light, and your coin purses even lighter!
For ideas about the general mood of the music:
Youtube Bardcore Playlist
Closed to Jaskier
--never mind. There's a lot of emotion to sit and sift through now, now that the basics of clean up are done. The donations have been gathered, counted thrice, and locked away until Alucard can squirrel them somewhere safer. Most of the trash has been bagged and swept off to the side, uneaten food was encouraged to be taken away by those departing, using a napkin or two to hold it all together.
There's just three bottles of wine, a bard, a dhampir, and the bard's toy gryphon left in the hall. Alucard can't speak for the other two, but he is spent. So much so that he simply walks over to the dais and flops down, bracing his back against one of the columns that supports the galleries above.]
Heading home soon?
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It is the sort of feeling he lives for. The sign of a job well done. His boots dragged with his steps, almost drunkenly (which he isn't, this time, which is the first in a while after a show), his feet two blocks of aching stone, legs stiff trunks, his shoulders turned red with the pull of the lute's strap for hours. It'll linger like a scar for the night, aching across his shoulders.
But it's perfect.
He finds Alucard after plucking up Mog into his arms who, with the falling of night, is finding it to be the perfect time to start getting into trouble.] I was certainly considering. [He smiles, setting down with an oof next to Alucard, letting Mog go to begin chewing on the edge of his boot.] It was a rather fantastic night, wasn't it? [His head leans back against the column.] I dare say I saw you enjoy yourself tonight.
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Alucard has grabbed the last bottle of red for himself. He has just enough energy to uncork it with an extended dhampir finger nail and a whole lot of wiggling about. The pop! is satisfying, and god. He really does like drinking on the work site, doesn't he?]
I don't know how you manage that for a living. [He means it respectfully, and offers the wine bottle over to Jaskier first.] My ears are still ringing, and that's with the pitch perfect control of the magic here.
[....not him too.]
Pardon?
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Jaskier can't help but tease him by wiggling his foot around, anyway. Mog chases after it with a sort of chirrup-growl, which he finds utterly adorable.]
After decades of it, I've gotten used to it. [With a tip of his head, he takes a sip of the bottle. Mm. Oh. That's good, shit. He passes it back politely.] It probably helps my hearing's not as good as yours.
[Not after this long in his career, at least.
He stretches, his back cracking. A grin spreads across Jaskier's face. He'd meant the food, the dancing, and that Alucard came out in public at all, but if he's going to be so obvious about it...]
Well. It was a night meant for lovers... I'm only saying, I think you may have enjoyed yourself.
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[Obviously, Alucard is a gryphon expert. He isn't, but he does understand patterns and animals to the extent of being a part time wolf.]
And yes, that does make a difference. I think this is the first in a very long time I've had most of my senses overwhelmed in a positive manner.
[Oh. Oh fuck no, he's not having the second version of this conversation. Not without a long sip of wine. There's a soft whine of protest as he offers the bottle back.]
Not you too. Geralt already started in, and that entire situation is complicated.
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A positive manner! So you did enjoy yourself.
[Jaskier pokes him with the point of an elbow, then gently extricates Mog from where the beak has closed around the point of his boot. Jaskier gives him a gentle pat on the rump, until the gryphon eventually falls onto his side for idle scratches.
The bard laughs around his second drink of wine.] Geralt did! I knew he loved gossip. [And, apparently, was just as aware of Alucard as Jaskier was himself. As much as he teases, he truly is glad. To see his friend here. To see him not alone. It's... it's good. At least as far as he knows.]
I'm only jesting, if you'd rather not discuss it. I think it's lovely. She has... a good energy. The sort that works well with you.
[A bit like his own.]
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But for now he's going to watch the weird fluffy creature get comfortable and accept scratches from a human, because that's what is happening now. They're going to just do this until they fall asleep.
There's a half-hearted attempt to swat at Jaskier's elbow.]
You did hire him to pay attention to any problems tonight. [Doing his job, obviously.
Alucard pauses, stretching his legs out just a little bit more.] Sypha works well with most people, but I take your point. The rest is a topic that requires...this amount of wine, I suppose, but less feeling of success in the air. [It is somber, is what he means.] And tonight has felt like whiplash.
[On to brighter things.] How was it performing up here, magic and all?
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[Or a gryphon. Though Mog has such a propensity towards creeping around under the furniture, he's begun to think of him as a bushgryph.
Whiplash? Hmm. Well, not terrible whiplash. The sort of invigorating, good kind.
As ever, Jaskier can be easily guided from conversational topics (but he will remember to come back, when they have more wine and private company, don't you worry about that, Alucard.)] Gods, Alucard, it was -- it was fantastic. Abraxas has its wonders, of course, but I've never had such a performance. And to go so easily! There were no minute changes in positioning, or pushing chairs out of the way to prevent an echo. I can't stand all of it. I only want to play. The magic in this hall lets me skip all of that boring effort. It... it truly respects the music.
[He pauses, clearing his throat, taking the wine if only because the poor thing's gone through much today, and it's parched and scratchy.] You chose the best place for your efforts, in my opinion. You'll return something truly remarkable to this city by the end of it.
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[Mog you're a weird lil buddy, you know what?
Jaskier, no! Leave topics where they are, don't come back around to them!!![
Hm. [Idle fingers drum against the floor, processing everything that Jaskier's revealed. It makes sense that the hall's magic removes the guess work of fine tuning the music - the way the magic is set up eliminates the need. But there was something else Alucard noticed in it all.] Did you feel any sort of...return energy, amplified in a way that felt different than usual? When I was walking around, it felt like some of the heightened reaction had just a touch more than what I might usually expect, and there have been some symbols in here that I've struggled to understand the purpose of.
[He has a theory now though. Best to see if he's right.] In that, we're in agreement. The logistics are enough to keep me occupied, and the pay off has already made itself clear. So long as it's kept apart from anything else that happens. [Art and politics may often intermingle, but there's still a few lines Alucard refuses to cross.]
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There's a pillow-lined cat bed in their home that has Geralt's handiwork all over it.]
Different? Well, I know you've never a chance to go to one of my performances from home, but they are all a touch rowdy, one might say. [The question, however, feels important. He rubs his chin, the barest scratch of hair there.
He would love to think he's generated it all himself -- with his band's help, of course -- but perhaps Alucard has some merit in his questioning.] I must say, it did all carry a sort of energy I wasn't fully expecting from Cadens's natives. I wouldn't doubt there's more magic in these walls than what we understand quite yet.
[Oh, gods. Surely he's gotten old if he can believe a building has attributed to the richness of his own concert. Or maybe... more humble? What a quaint notion.] From anything else? [He lifts a brow. Ah. Not hard to guess, considering the letter Alucard showed him before its delivery. He bets Goro is still fuming, whether he'd admit it or not. The smile Jaskier makes is at least attempted to be wiped away.] Trust I have no interest in indulging such whims in others. I am only here for Cadens and for its arts. And for your pursuits, of course.
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Still. Alucard lazily stretches a hand out towards Mog, if the creature is so inclined. If he wasn't talking right now, he'd probably change form. Such as it is, petting something would be nice..]
It's something I need to investigate, at any rate. It feeds in to a lot of potential decisions down the road, and I can't restore a place that I don't fully comprehend. Can't ask that of a construction crew either. [There will be moments where Alucard will have to ask for help, even as loathe as he is to admit that. The work is much more intense.] Spaces with this age do have their own personalities though, magic or not. I this evening brought out a glimpse.
[A place of warmth and art. Not joy, but energy for positive means, not destructive ones.] If I'm right about emotions being amplified by the building, either by magic or just the sheer aura of the place, then that's all the more reason to keep an eye on it all. [And because Alucard is still a petty bitch:] I'm a little disappointed that there wasn't more of a reaction.
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Truly, he is just like his owner.]
If you ever need repeat performances, then you know I'd be absolutely honored. Er... once I've recouped some of the coin I spent on this. Or. A lot of them.
[It's not a complaint. With a large home and two hunters, it's not like they need much else to spend coin on. There's always steady amounts of meat for meals coming in and, thanks to yours truly, it never rots nor molds. (Not that he does that intentionally, but. Magic's magic.) Mog's fed better than most people elsewhere, with hearts and livers on the side.
Seeing this concert go off so well was worth a fortune. To bring something to the Free Cities they didn't have before. To carve his own little sphere here.]
Next time I'm feeling particularly sour, though, I'll come by. Play a few nasty songs. We'll see how it goes. [He gently prods his friend with his elbow. Again. He can't help it.] I suppose it shows that even four-armed cave-dragon-men can show a bit of restraint. Which, you know, may lend to your hypothesis.
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I think it should be good for now, and it may not be as easy to do a second time. Once the real work is under way, it won't be as simple as shoving all of my drawings and notes off to the side. There will be lumber, tools, equipment, everything.
[Also not a complaint. Alucard remembers how intense building his crypt under Gresit was, and that was without the need to experiment and retro-engineer an existing space. Plus living in a cactus is cheap.]
I think we'll need to do that some time next month. For science and personal enjoyment. [Have another swat, Jaskier. You've earned it.] Mmm, it does, doesn't it?
[He exhales, taking another sip from the bottle.] Thank you, Jaskier, for making this evening possible.
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Oh no. That sounds like labour. I'll be sure to be elsewhere, out of the way. Perhaps I can come by and bring you coffee! In encouragement.
[Being an errand boy is much easier.
Jaskier gives him a natural, easy smile, and because he enjoys surprising Alucard, he leans over and plants a kiss on his cheek.] Believe me, my friend, the pleasure was all mine. It was a wonderful night.
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[Alucard had used the plural in the note to Goro to obscure his identity, but it wasn't exactly a lie either. This is collaborative with Jaskier, just in very particular ways. The public face and the private work, and...it'll do, he thinks.
Also congrats, Jaskier, that's the second kiss he's had in the same day after a near year long dry spell! You're getting a playful shove for it, but also definitely a flush of pink in those cheeks.]
It was. And in the spirit of previous commentary, who was the woman you were speaking with when things drew to a close?
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[Hah! He can't let Sypha have all the fun. Though he does hope she has a little more luck in future endeavors with Alucard. He understands how difficult it will be for his friend either way, but...
Well. It's good to see him open his heart a bit. To, hopefully, someone he can trust.
He'll take the image of the dhamphir blushing to the grave.]
Ah! You saw her, did you? Quilleth Kaur. A representative from Libertas. I was surprised to see she'd make the trip all the way here, but... well, apparently, she's one of the few with a vested interest in the arts. If my intention is to stay here -- and right now, it is -- I find myself wishing to imbed myself in the art scene as much as I can. I think she may help with that. [He glances at Alucard, at how Mog is already subtly caterpillaring his way closer for a deeper scratch at his belly.] I didn't mention you for the sake of anonymity, but if you'd like, perhaps I can point her your way.
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[He knows Jaskier will refuse coin, but compensation through meals? Never.
He and Sypha are going to have a long talk later. The question is before or after he talks through every emotion with someone else. And fine Jaskier, you can keep that mental image!!]
--Oh now that is intriguing. [Alucard leans in, meaning Mog has even less of a journey to make.] It might mean a more administrative role in addition to actual performance. The trade off would be the potential to regulate uses of spaces like this for art and only art though. [Worth it, is what he means.]
Somehow, I think she has enough connections to figure out who is doing the work if it truly matters. [There's a thoughtful hum as long fingers dig into soft gryphon tummy, rubbing gently.] The Architects is a nice, simple way of obscuring identity for now.
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Exactly. I can't say this is what I imagined myself doing, but... it's also the first time I've truly settled anywhere. For my whole life, really.
[And he cannot help the elves here. (Gods, he hope someone else can. His benefactor from Oxenfurt... surely they will find a new Sandpiper.) If he cannot help them, he will help someone else. He needs more in his life than songs and dancing, of bedding his lovers and aiding them as they required. It's... he wishes he could say it was all enough for him now, but it isn't. It has not been, he thinks, since that mountain. Since Sodden.]
I don't want to see our work used for something like... well, you know. You didn't write that letter for nothing. And even if Goro goes elsewhere, or something happens to him, there will always be another like him.
[Perhaps he's taking it all a bit too seriously, but this is what matters to him. The arts. The orphans that he and Geralt sometimes go out to aid with Rinwell, or to pay them for an oddjob or two. They deserve art and music as well as their sciences. If Marlo will not invest, then surely he can be that benefactor.
Mog gives a relaxed sigh, a sort of cooing like a baby bird. It's clear he's very spoiled already, though the song gives Jaskier a laugh.] The Architects. Precise, yet almost poetic. I like it. When you finish the renovations, we should put up a plaque somewhere with that. Completed with love and backbreaking sweat, possible some blood, The Architects. Whatever year it is. You're welcome.
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You and Sypha could share road stories.
[Meaning that there's someone else, if there is a need to talk about it with someone who really understands. Alucard can't. Home was the castle or his mother's clinic. A small sphere where he was content. Sure, the castle moved, but it was like how a turtle's home was always on its' back. He was settled and rooted, until he wasn't.
Alucard's hand may now pet through Mog's fluff idly, but in it is an idea. A simple one, and maybe it is a place to start.]
A plaque, yes, but maybe with slightly adjusted credits. This building was renovated and preserved by the firm The Architects in whatever date and year I manage With generous funding and assistance from the Friends of Old Public Hall.
The only way to truly have a stake in the building's use, I imagine, is to be the organization that supports it.
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[Take that as you will, Alucard. Even though it's definitely literal.
For the most part, it's only a distant pining. He's not sure if constant travel is what he's meant for now. He'd stayed in Oxenfurt for months -- or, at least, that's what the memories he has now told him. It took some time to set up his influence as the Sandpiper, after all. And without a muse to be following up mountains and into shitty, stinking swamps...
His heart will forever yearn for adventure. Surely there will be adventure still, even in this world.]
What year you manage? Gods. I hadn't thought how long you may be planning to work on it. [He picks at a stray string on his embroidered coat. It's not a bad thought, working on this thing for a year. Or two. He is still swallowing the idea that they will stay here. All three of them. (Four? Will Yennefer, too?) For, conceivably, the rest of his life.
It's still a life. It doesn't fully matter what world he's on.]
I'll admit, that sounds a bit more proper. [He teases.] Interesting idea, that. I don't know if the Free Cities have anything formal set up, but I suppose there's nothing stopping us from crafting our own, in time? Surely we aren't the only two fools with some vested interest in historical preservation. An organization can be, say, three people. Four, maybe. We'll rope Sypha in somehow.
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[Jaskier will probably meddle some. Sypha gets along easy with most people, and so does Jaskier. The dhampir has zero doubt in his mind that they're more likely to become fast friend than not, and he is going to havee to deal with teasing from both of them. It isn't a terrible fate, all things considered. Could be worse.
There's a tired laugh. His hand slows in Mog's fluffy underbelly.] It's an entire building Jaskier, with complex needs that I'm still trying to understand. The magic needs more study, I have to figure out what the first phase of work is, and I haven't even considered exterior work yet. Repairing headstones was simple for the most part. Sure, there were different pieces with different needs, but the process was similar across the board.
[The time span doesn't seem to bother him, at least.] When I built my crypt under Gresit, I was working with the limits of being underneath a whole city, but I still had freedom of design, after all. This? This is a real challenge.
[A year or two is fine.] I think if that's the route that is used, then there has to be people who aren't Summoned and who aren't politicians involved either. Two and two would be a fair balance to start with.
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[Sypha already likes him, Jaskier would insist. And he thinks she's fascinating, and also sort of terrifyingly powerful, even with only the weather magic. That's plenty for him. So. Slight meddling.
Mog's tail flops against the floor. Likely he's as exhausted as Jaskier, which means he'll probably have to carry him home, too. Spoiled rotten. Jaskier swears the gryphon is already heavier than when he got him.]
Look, I don't work on buildings. This is my first one. [He's owned them, but he certainly has never worked on them this closely. He may even be spotted sometime in the future doing labour. Maybe. He has promised nothing, which helps him retain his freedom for the future. To get out of it, essentially.
[Jaskier pats his leg, and it's companionable. Mog lifts his head to look at the noise, then yawns with a wide, stubby beak.] At any rate, I suppose I'll be with you through this. No plans on up and shoving off to some other well-intentioned faction.
[He nods, giving his own yawn. Damn. Mog's making him do it.] No, no, you're right. Don't want to give them a reason to think we're trying to... to take over, or something. I'll ask around. We'll find someone appropriate in time. We've still got plenty of it, now we're committed.
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[Don't look so faux wounded at an accusation, Jaskier, and maybe Alucard won't suspect you.
Alucard's pretty sure he's going to just sleep here tonight. The only question is if he'll have enough ability to change into his wolf form before he well and truly conks out. Shame there's no gryphone nests here.]
If there's anything you want to learn, I can show you. Even if it's just a few of the audio spells, so you can use them for other concert venues. [The yawn Jaskier lets out is a little too contagious. Alucard follows suit.]
Interest should be high anyway, after this evening. [Alucard stretches out a bit more, which translates into him sliding down so that he's just flat on his back, period.]
I don't think I am getting up from this spot for a few hours now..
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[Probably. But that's none of Alucard's business.]
I would be rather interested in the spells holding this place up. Figuratively speaking, of course. It's not a realm of magic I've currently any experience with. [And one of them, or both, need to understand it, in case it needs... renewing. Or repairing? Does chaos work that way? He's never known it to be something permanent.
Alucard's praise once again turns him warm. Normally he'd probably tease him about that, too, but. At this point, he truly wishes to hear it. Interest should be high, now they've seen what this old place is capable of.]
Honestly, I was considering sleeping here. The road home is far too long. Maybe Geralt will carry me? [He laughs.] I would offer to do the same for you, but I'm rather sure even as a wolf you'd break my back.
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It could help with other venues that are not as enhanced as this one. Less of a strain on your vocal chords, project more from the lute so the sound carries further. [The list rattles off all too easily. Alucard's gotten a good sense of what he's looking at now, and he can foresee possibilities.] More possibilities I'm not thinking of at the moment.
[More to think up as well and experiment with.]
The nice thing about being a wolf is that it becomes easier to sleep in strange places. If you sleep here, you're going to wake and walk funny. [There's a walk of shame joke to be made here, but Alucard's not the right person to make it.] You could ask him to do it though. Just don't send Mog, he might fall asleep en route.
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