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April Catching
Who: Elidibus + Various [Closed, semi-closed and potential Open]
When: Aereuer (April) First Half
Where: Witcher-Gang House, Harbor Orphanage,
What: Elidibus attempts to invade the set of Netflix original s-- video g-- book...? of the Witcher Cast With Apolog--Thank You cookies made by orphans. Piano lessons but also Kill Bill sirens might happen as Mira stumbles across Sora's piano teacher. Formats can be changed to match if desired!
Warnings: Nothing to note as of yet. This may change! This thread is for closed/semi-closed events so far. Open to suggestions for encounters both new and old CR flavor! PM or Discord! Also if you want to suggest your open thread, I'll be looking around for things to hop in on. Look for Comments for each thread.
When: Aereuer (April) First Half
Where: Witcher-Gang House, Harbor Orphanage,
What: Elidibus attempts to invade the set of Netflix original s-- video g-- book...? of the Witcher Cast With Apolog--Thank You cookies made by orphans. Piano lessons but also Kill Bill sirens might happen as Mira stumbles across Sora's piano teacher. Formats can be changed to match if desired!
Warnings: Nothing to note as of yet. This may change! This thread is for closed/semi-closed events so far. Open to suggestions for encounters both new and old CR flavor! PM or Discord! Also if you want to suggest your open thread, I'll be looking around for things to hop in on. Look for Comments for each thread.
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He's aware it was public. He's also aware most people aren't stupid enough to poke about it to his face, as an excuse to come bearing gifts unasked for.
His eyes narrow—and then his attention shifts, a few seconds before Yennefer announces her arrival. Breezing in, as she's wont to do. That's nice. Great timing. It's been a handful of days as they've orbited each other without crossing paths and now she shows up. (He knows Ciri wants them to talk and he's had—intentions. He may or may not have ventured near her old cottage once or twice. It's complicated.)
Her hand on his arm draws his gaze to her for a second before they return to Ardbert. He does not, in fact, give any space. He does reach over Ardbert's shoulder to push open the door—though the gesture is anything but welcoming. An electric tension hangs in the air, one that has nothing to do with the stranger at his door. It's easy for Geralt to simply presume she's invited the man in out of spite. And if she has, so be it. He's not in the mood to argue over something as petty as an unwanted guest.
Besides. He doubts Yennefer is in much of a generous mood, either. If Ardbert wants to keep overstepping while she's present, then it's his grave to dig.
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In short, he was prepared to duck if things went pear-shaped. Which they were likely about to until Yennefer's timely arrival. Now apparently, matters were just awkward.
Mention of an impenetrable fortress does feel a bit extreme as a general comparison to the narrative and thus some thought is given to whether this explains some of Geralt's very up close and personal displays of territorial behavior. Of course, some is surely part of any lingering distrust for 'Ardbert's' motives and what he just brought up about the Very Public Affair. Still, it warrants some consideration.
The visitor would offer a nice physical greeting by way of an Eorzean-style bow but Geralt. Isn't. Budging. Any motion that requires a hand to the chest and a slight tilt forward is just not going to happen. Still, Ardbert seems calm, only turning his head and shifting his gaze rather than trying to look around the witcher's bulk. No sense in stirring things further with any motion that so much as hints of trying to 'get around' Geralt.
"So it appears." Sure he's on a porch and Geralt might be a step lower. But this doesn't change the fact their physical difference in height makes sure the visitor is speaking mostly into the Turnskin's shoulder. Yen might see his light blue eyes. Or the mop of short brown hair! "I assure that barring an emergency such plans will not go unannounced again. Though I am also aware I share no small blame for the reception beyond my unexpected arrival."
Sometimes diplomacy is about making a gracious concession. One where a further conversation on the doorstep might have been preferred before artful navigation to an indoor setting; at least in the exchange of names if not other appropriate greetings. But Elidibus did notice with a glance to the side that negotiations to have Geralt budge have started breaking down. When Yennefer suggests they move inside and start again and then the Turnskin reaches past 'Ardbert' to push open the door, there will be no argument about going inside.
"Ah, I did not mean to intrude so far today, but perhaps it would be for the best," comes the response. Before Geralt can consider plowing through the shorter man to enter the home, Ardbert turns calmly and precedes through the open door.
Maybe a bit more awareness and a glance about on entry to note possible exit strategy though. There is after all the fact that this is being taken off the street and out of the direct sight of witnesses. Honesty he hadn't expected to get this far today but certain successes must be balanced with the thought of cost.
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Especially when he was already on high alert.
There was no need for someone else to get hurt because they struggled at communication. She lets the energy crackle between herself and Geralt, meeting his gaze, but not acknowledging anything. She masks her warring emotions, still struggling with finding the balance in the shared blame and where her faults started and his ended. Especially when they're both too stubborn for their own good, content to stand in their own way if it means maintaining some illusion of control.
Her heaved sigh of mild annoyance at Geralt's unwillingness to move doesn't carry any malice, surprisingly enough. Just a slight edge of exhaustion. This is not why she returned to the house, but this situation was now hers to deal with. Best to make it quick so she can carry on with her day before they risk another argument.
Her hand drops from Geralt's arm as she slips in front of him to follow their guest. There's no glance backward to see if he follows, uncertain if that would be wise. Instead, she speeds up her pace to get in front of Ardbert to guide him to the kitchen rather than allowing him to wander too much. She gestures to a small breakfast nook by a large window overlooking the garden or into the more formal dining room, also with large picture windows and a set of glass doors pointed towards the stables. Her hand moves again and a small fire comes to life, Yen refilling a kettle as she gathers a few supplies for the tea.
"Make yourself comfortable."
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The door locks behind him as he follows up the rear. Jaskier isn't here, nor Ciri, which is for the best.
"Not too comfortable."
It's clear Geralt has no intention of joining them for their chat; he's already moving towards the winding stairs that lead to the upper landing. He'll talk to Yennefer after. If either of them are in the mood for that, in any case.
He plans on eavesdropping, though. Not that it takes much for him to overhear a conversation.
This Took So Long! ;o;/
Going with the flow of the conversation (and Geralt's general blockade) has led the Ascian into the home. Following further means journeying to the table with the barest moments to pause and look around. Which he does but only in the most casual seeming ways. As one might with mild curiosity for their surroundings.
"I will endeavor to make myself comfortable then. Though not overly so." Both so acknowledged, the man addressing himself as Ardbert settles into a chair at the table. The cookies are left approximately in the middle of the table. They will be decent cookies, the sort you would expect well-supervised children to make. And since they are a gift he naturally won't be touching them.
Unless they are offered with tea.
Elidibus's attention follows Geralt retreat to the stairs. He's not fooled into thinking the man won't stick around. Though he does have to consider whether there is some politeness involved in the fact the witcher is not breathing down his neck during this slightly extended visit. His attention shifts to the window wherein a view of the stables are presented.
"I envy you," he remarks in the form of small talk while Yen goes through the process of teamaking. "I too have a steed, though not the facilities to stable her where I live." It is a pity but can't be helped. Renting a stables service is the best he can do for now. Though it's probably for the best. Elidibus sometimes isn't sure when Lahabrea would be joking or not regarding the potential edibility of amaros.
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Without giving Geralt another thought as he goes up the stairs, aware he likely hasn't gone far, she brings a flame to life quickly in the kitchen, filling and placing the kettle quickly to start on the tea.
"It was part of the decision when choosing a home. While we don't require something quite so large for ourselves, the convenience of being able to keep a horse or two nearby and safe was a draw." Pulling out a few assorted bags of loose tea, she sets them out as attention fully shifts to him for a moment. "Do you prefer a black tea, something herbal, or perhaps a more flowery aroma?"
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But the former's reception is at least polite and open for conversation, even if it begins with small talk. The man calling himself 'Ardbert' offers a brief nod on principle for the explanation about cottage life choices. "Had my Bonded not yet established himself, I would have preferred such quarters as these. Yet living with him has proven to be the better decision. And the public stables are sufficient for my needs."
Oddly he hesitates a moment when the decision of tea type is presented. Finally he offers, "I commonly drink black tea. Yet I would not be opposed to trying something new. If you have a suggestion I would be grateful."
Let it not be said that Elidibus did not take advantage of a situation to
try a new tea flavormake use of his host. The monster.no subject
Slender fingers pause over her assorted collection, a corner of her lip curling up a bit as she hovers over a newer blend she'd picked up. "Then how about a bit of both." Once unboxed, the blend itself is beautiful - dried lilac petals and a few other flowers, hints of orange and bergamot oil, and black tea. The dried petals catch the light a bit as they tumble into the teapot, splashing a bit as they hit the water. Part of her wants to ask about his bonded, considering she'd made the move with hers without too much of a fuss, but her circumstances were... unique.
And she wasn't in the market to do the advertising for those who run this city for the residents to willingly upgrade. As she sets the teapot on the fire, she smiles - a little tight. But kind.
"Forgive my manners, Yennefer of Vengerberg." She gives a soft inclination of her head, slowly making the move to redirect the conversation to why he chose to arrive with a plate of cookies. Something her tone might give away to anyone who knows her intimately should Geralt still be so intent on eavesdropping.