( SEMI-OPEN ) march catch-all

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: Mareuer // March
Where: Aefenglom; The Wilde
What: March things! Maybe TDM event prompts.
Warnings: n/a



CREDIT | spoilers

[ starters in comments. plot with me at discontinued! ]

OPEN: cats + orphans

CLOSED: yennefer | cloud | mogget

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[gynvael]

[ Not one to be bothered by silence, Geralt simply lets it sit while Cloud stews over whatever's going through his head. He doesn't know the man well; hell, he doesn't even know what he intends to do, coming here. But he does know that wolf that night nearly got itself shot, encroaching too far onto human territory. If Cloud isn't careful, that could go to shit fast. ]

Mm. [ Coffee's fine. He's learned to like it here—more than he does tea. He's about to respond when Cloud brings up...that. His expression darkens. That's not the conversation he came here to have, but...

He does consider Zack a friend. In a way. And anyone caught up in that fucking mess has his sympathy. ]

You don't know? [ He sets the steaming mug down. ] Called themselves the Evergreen Circle. They captured people to experiment on.

[ He'd thought Zack would've said something about it. Actually, he'd assumed Cloud was the one who got Zack out. ] I came back that night, but he wasn't there anymore. Figured he'd escaped.

[bravers]

... I've been out of town for most of last month. Found a cwyld nest. Got trapped inside of it for a while. So I missed everything.

[Oh, Geralt. You don't know the half of what he's encroached as a wolf. And, perhaps he'd be inclined to show him some souvenirs from a few moons ago, hoping they could be explained. ....But not at the immediate moment. For as soon as Geralt responds to the question he's already asked, his gaze lowers. His hand moves to the stove, and...

...He doesn't know what he's doing. It's nervous habit, more than anything, accompanied by his teeth gripping the inside of his cheek, hand grasping at anything- just to try and steady itself. Experimentation, after all, and in reference to Zack is...

There's no words for it.]

He didn't tell me anything I could use. Worried I'll go out there, probably, and-

[His gaze moves to him.]

Heard anything? About what happened to them, where they took the people they-

[Pause.]

Did that to?

[gynvael]

[ He sure as hell did miss everything. Geralt's gaze is appraising, piecing things together as he does: Zack's been upfront about his time as a guinea pig, and it's impossible not to notice the two of them share the same eyes. The same history, he presumes. Cloud's reaction to the information now confirms most of his suspicions.

Hm. Interesting. ]

Place burnt to charcoal. There isn't much to go back out for. [ A few seconds pass as he considers what he knows, what he wants to say. Zack has obviously kept nearly all of it quiet for a reason—but Geralt's not in the business of acting on behalf of other people's intentions, friend or no. If Cloud is asking outright, he'll tell him. ]

Word has it, Parliament arrested most of the ones left alive. But Alder's still out there. No one's seen him since.

[ He studies Cloud carefully as he leaves that bit of detail hanging. ]

[bravers]

For a human, probably. Might as well get some use out of being this way.

[He's... just going to have to focus himself. It's easier said than done. He's silent for a few moments as he leans against the counter, lifting his own coffee to his lips. How can he focus as a wolf? It's one thing going out there, then changing, and trying to pick up something that might not be so apparent to humans, but... he's going to get distracted, he knows it. He'll see or smell something, and it'll be useless...]

...Failing that, there's breaking into where the ones that got picked up're being kept and getting what I need out of 'em.

[That's far more his speed. Breaking, entering, causing hell. He raises his eyes abruptly, suddenly aware that he's speaking what's usually thought.]

...I mean, It could be done. I guess.

[Pls don't rat him out, wolf!fren.]

[gynvael]

[ The noise that comes from his throat is both skeptical and speaks of thoughts he's not putting into words -- namely, that neither of them are human now, even if he had entered the world that way. Which he hadn't.

He folds his arms across his chest. He doesn't give two shits about the morals of it, but in terms of whether it's a stupid decision or not? It's the former. ]

And what is it you need? Revenge?

[ Because what else is there to search for? If Cloud has something else in mind, it doesn't occur to Geralt. Jaskier and Zack and the rest are safe; the Circle has crumbled. With Alder fled, it won't be difficult to track him if he decides to reemerge -- he can't thrive without drumming up new supporters. So for Geralt, this is where it ends. It's not as if he doesn't understand the need for more; he does. There will always be a part of him that doesn't want it to end here, that thinks the sons of bitches involved deserve worse. He knows better. He's learned better. Some roads lead to nothing but more wounds. ]