gynvael: (ml: 009)
Geralt z Rivii ([personal profile] gynvael) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-05-25 11:44 am (UTC)

[ When Dean brought up the idea of feeling out other hunters, Geralt had only shrugged. This is Dean's tavern. For Geralt—the concept has its appeal, in theory. In reality, he doesn't know how much Dean's stipulation that not every feculent idiot with a roughly hewn sword and an ego try to bullhead their way into getting themselves and everyone else killed will hold water.

Still. Easy enough to throw people like that out. So.

Geralt is being an undisturbed pond at a table near the bar. His feet are propped up on the seat beside him. Nero flops down on the other remaining seat. True to form, Geralt just sort of looks up and over. His gaze roams Nero head to toe. Then he goes back to drinking. ]


I didn't. [ He'd have not doubted himself even without having met Dante a second time. As it is, Geralt did. Specifically told Dante Nero's name. The connection is no longer speculation.

He's no interest in arguing about this, though. He just wants to unwind. So he pushes a bottle of something at Nero. Gin, probably. Half-human, but not bothered by walking into a place full of hunters. That says something. Geralt isn't human at all, obviously—but he'd hardly expect Alucard to show his face here, for one. ]


Where's your phone booth?

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