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abraxaslogs2023-01-05 04:15 pm
ushiri) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-01-05 04:15 pm
january catch-all
Who: "Kyle" and folks
When: January
Where: Thorne, Horizon, Borrel for the quest later
What: Pre-planned threads and a few open starts tbd
Warnings: General warnings for this character. Will add anything specific as becomes necessary!
When: January
Where: Thorne, Horizon, Borrel for the quest later
What: Pre-planned threads and a few open starts tbd
Warnings: General warnings for this character. Will add anything specific as becomes necessary!
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The wolf lurks at the edges, never quite joining any of them. Geralt pulls up a seat by one of the tables lined with more candles and small biscuits. ]
Describe it.
[ Not Tony Stark's? He'd have heard from Sam, he thinks, if that obnoxious structure of glass and chrome were affected. ]
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Tall, made of stone. It belongs to a man named Istredd. [ A beat, then he adds: ] Though he's changed the exterior, recently.
[ He hasn't asked why. ]
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That's...a concern. ]
I know him. [ From home, he doesn't add. That part's not important. What would be the connection? The monolith contains untold magical energy. Kyle's temple is just a temple. Unless it isn't?
He looks to the dog, then back at Kyle. ]
That place you created. Is it where the oracles were kept? Where they served as a gate between worlds?
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The place where the pink goo was - that was the inside of Umbhra'ibaye, the oracles' temple. [ He glances down at the dog, brow furrowing. ] The oracles help control the gates, but that place isn't where you travel from. The gates themselves are great stones, not... exactly like the Singularity or Istredd's monolith, but similar in other ways, it seems.
[ He shakes his head. ] My domain itself isn't a place that exists in my world. [ If that's what he meant instead. ] Only some of the designs, and the type of stone itself in some places.
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We spoke before, briefly. About the monoliths. That obelisk you saw Istredd erect—it's replicated from one of many on the Continent. They link multiple spheres together. [ He pauses. ] But I don't see the connection to yours.
[ If Kyle's structure doesn't even exist, and has no association with any sort of gateway or doorway, then why would they both be affected? The way Kyle speaks of it, it isn't anything other than a temple. Which is meaningless. A monolith is not a temple. No one worships the damn things. Other than Istredd by himself, he supposes. ]
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When I thought it was only my domain doing it, I thought maybe it was because it's dedicated to a god from a world outside of this one. [ This was when the heralds had made themselves known. ]
Istredd mentioned the monoliths might be seen as holy to some. [ Which is why they wondered if that might be the connection. But - ] He believes your monoliths and the Singularity are connected.
[ Kahlil had thought that could explain why they were resonating, even if it didn't quite explain why his temple was doing the same thing. His frown deepens. ]
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[ But who the fuck knows. Istredd is the one obsessed with them; perhaps he's found a hidden pocket of villagers who made an idol of the obelisks. Geralt doesn't find the notion far fetched. Folk will see a god in anything.
The monoliths certainly hold an undeniable power. And none know where they came from. Until recent.
Though admittedly—they may all just be looking too hard for a connection. Who says one had to exist? Not every tree falls under the same axe.
He gestures at the temple they sit in now. ] If it happens again—we'll see if dedicated structures to gods not of this sphere matters.
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He makes a wordless sound of agreement at that last part. More waiting. More reacting. He used to be good at waiting. Used to consider himself relatively patient. But it's been getting harder lately, as more questions than answer arise all around him. More potential danger to those whose safety he cares about.
Maybe it was easier because he had no one but himself and maybe one other to be concerned about.
He crumbles a biscuit between his fingers. ]
You don't pray, but do you believe in your gods?
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They're not my gods. [ The blunt way Geralt answers nearly everything makes it sound like a rejection, though it isn't. Not quite. He pauses. ] I don't know what I believe anymore. The world's shifted beyond what I once understood.
[ He grew up, in part, under Nenneke's guidance, but Nenneke had never impressed the goddess upon them. She must've understood, he realized later, that if they wanted to walk that road, they would find their way there themselves.
He never really had. And a year ago, his answer to Kyle would have been a firm no. But now...he isn't sure where the matter of Destiny fits into the picture. ]
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That is when I realized I most needed my faith.
[ When nothing on his mind or memories added up, the only thing he was certain of was that he was the Kahlil. He shakes his head though, raising his eyebrows in a sort of wry expression. ]
I don't mean to push you, though. I'm not much of a preacher.
[ He's told a handful of people that already. He's found that sometimes when people learn you are particularly religious, they think you mean to push that belief on them too. He's never particularly cared who else believed in his own god, he has only ever cared about his own place within Parfir's will. ]
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[ His was with the way of a Witcher, and then Ciri. Does he believe in Destiny? Yes and no. Depends on what one means by the question. But it hasn't anything to do with the path he's carved for himself. That lies with his daughter.
He glances over. For a moment, he's silent. No. He imagines men with true conviction rarely feel the need to preach. ]
My mother believed. [ He looks away again. ] Said Destiny told her to leave her son to the Witchers.
[ And maybe she was right. He doesn't know. Mostly, he tries not to think about it. There's little that can be changed, whatever the reason. He will never find more answers from Visenna that will satisfy him. She was right about that, if nothing else. ]
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Geralt had mentioned his mother last time they spoke. A witch, no - sorceress was the word he used. There are so many words for men and women who practice magic, he doesn't know whether or not they signify anything specific or if they are simply all names for the same thing.
Destiny. Another odd word to him in that context.
He nods, then ventures: ]
Do you remember her very much?
[ His mother. ]
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He shakes his head. ] It was some time ago. Might've dreamed her once.
[ He shrugs, as if this is something that just happens. He's called it a dream, but he doesn't know. Dying makes for poor recollections of what may or may not be real. An experience he prefers not to reflect on too much. ]
I'm not sure it's worth remembering. [ He's not that boy any longer, and Visenna was never a part of the life he grew into afterwards. He thinks Kyle might understand what he means when he adds, ] Someone else's life.
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Someone else's life. He does understand. Still, there's something that remains, whether you want it or not. ]
Blood is stronger than memory. But I'm glad you have a place like this.
[ And found it worth keeping. ]
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He nods. He is, too. After a beat, he gestures at the stairs which lead up and out. Kyle didn't intend to visit. He won't keep a man from expanding his...
Hole. ]
Come when you like. Just, [ his lips twitch, ] use the front door.
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I'll try my best.
[ But he has never needed doors. Or stairs. With a clandestine look that's ruined by his wide grin, both Kahlil and Rousma vanish from the space. ]