(semi-open!)

[usurpers]

Who: eren, four, lagertha and others!
When: throughout october!
Where: various!
What: quests, other plans and possibly event prompts! all in one post for less log cluttering.
Warnings: drinking in the open prompt!



plotting comment here, for each character! if you’d like a custom top level or tag into open ones, feel free to do so, or hmu for planning!!

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[niespodzianka]

No one's dragged kicking and screaming, [ he says with a shrug. ] But you don't usually end up a candidate witcher because you have an abundance of other choices.

[ Plenty of people would disagree. Lambert, even, the other witcher in the city, Geralt's own 'younger brother'. But Geralt's of the opinion that Lambert's bitterness is a teen angst phase and that someday he's going to understand that he wasn't snatched up from a loving family. He was gambled away by a shitty parent who was going to beat him to death one day, and that at Kaer Morhen, he was at least given a life with a trade and a fate.

Not all war orphans have to be eaten by swamp crones, not all peasants living in the war-torn wastes of Velen have to starve to death. Once in a while, one of those boys ends up finding his way north. And whenever a witcher accidentally ends up with a claim to a child from a prosperous situation, they reject it. Like Eskel did with Deidre, and like Geralt did with Cirilla.

(At first.) ]

[usurpers]

[ they are same hat, today. eren pauses through geralt’s words, not so much surprise on his face, but a bit of— an empty looking stare as he continues with the work in his hands. similar to an oh, seeing a familiar piece of poetry while flipping through a book. ]

Most burdens are that way. [ would he go as far as to call it a burden? yes, though remembering that every man carries the weight he can on his cross. ] Or, choices.

[ there was never an easy choice to make— but if he made them, so be it. ]

[niespodzianka]

Does it bother you?

[ That far-off look, his offer of something like understanding. Seems like Eren knows from experience. Also, seems like he's not at the stage of easy acceptance, like Geralt is.

Construction continues, tedious but necessary. This house is starting to come together. ]

[usurpers]

. . . Yeah. [ see, it makes him feel like he’s back on his four year long spiral of silent depression. except back then he didn’t say a word, to anyone. holding the wood slab with one hand, claws sinking into them to keep it from moving while a hammer plunged whatever nails it had to, while his other hand scrapes at the horrendous mixture of scar tissue and scales up his neck. ] Makes me sick, sometimes.

[ of himself, definitely of himself. ]

But that’ll get me as far as tantrums go.

[niespodzianka]

Sorry to hear that.

[ I guess.

The person that would be sympathetic to that, who felt it himself, is so far in Geralt's past that he feels like a stranger. It was selfish of him to agonize over his lack of choice, and his predetermined destiny. It was vanity that made him despair over being different. He is what he is and that's the way things are. ]

All the worst people I know chose to be that way, though.

[usurpers]

[ his shoulders roll, the best he could in acknowledgement while holding pieces of bark and metal together. a moment of honesty left behind as a boy and that’s all it was. he wasn’t the only one and there were those trapped in worse down the line. ]

I’m not. I need that. [ it’s what gives him gas to revolt! and there comes some sort of— weird lip quirking, not actually a smile but something done to adjust the direction of his tongue and where it darts— unless geralt wants it in his face ] Worst?

[niespodzianka]

[ Eren's tongue is always doing something weird at him. You need that snipped off or is it just lonely. ]

What, everyone you've ever met has chosen to be an upstanding saint?

[ Geralt's pretty sure most of his friends have made horrific choices. The only ones he still respects boil down to the people forced into their fates. ]

[usurpers]

[ it’s lonely 😞 and doesn’t quite laugh! there’s no smile to signify that, but there goes a bit of a huff-chuckle as if to say no way. no way in the world. everyone can be pretty god damn horrific. ]

It’s just— subjective, that’s all.

[niespodzianka]

Yeah, people love saying that. [ But subjectivity is the refuge of someone who knows he done fucked up real bad. Not that Geralt hasn't used that excuse before. (Or a version. Something even more insufferable, in neutrality.) ]

Sometimes being made isn't so bad, is what I mean. You can always choose later, whichever way you fucking want.

[usurpers]

Pretty much. [ they all done fucked up but grandpa geralt is still cool ] It’s passed down or-?

[ he doesn’t mean to actually pry, but— it’s in the air in the first place. curiosity always led to hell but fuck if he won’t stop doing it. ]

[niespodzianka]

What? Subjectivity?

[ Geralt doesn't have nearly enough daddy issues to think that his tale might have the air of inherited agony. Witcherism is a truly bizarre state, but it has nothing to do with fathers and sons. Actively, anyway.

Tacktacktack. Construction rp description goes here. I don't know how to do this without a crafting tab. ]

[usurpers]

That’d be the end . . . [ or not, but humanity just isn’t built that way. also my google fu is lame lately, but they are getting this shit done. the wood is sturdy and holding them up with less squeaks by the second. ]

Your— Status? Your mutation. [ subjectivity is, grunts. ] The only thing I know about that’s like that is passed down. The host doesn’t live for long, so they find the next best contender to inherent the roll, [ and, weird off gesture. something something, cannibalism. ]

[niespodzianka]

No, it's not an evolutionary mutation. It's an immediate mutation. We can't reproduce once we've been changed.

[ Witchers are not the result of humanity trying to solve a problem, witchers are the results of horrific experiments on children. ]

We're abandoned children. Mostly war orphans, but once in a while someone will just dump a baby [ like him lol ] or trade a kid for services, or lose one gambling. Children who'd have died anyway.

[usurpers]

[ titan shifting hadn’t fallen into the evolutionary category— but the comparison was enough to understand it. it happens in one and stays in one. another comes to life only if . . . those unfortunate circumstances are met, and if some twisted group of assholes wanted. how unfortunate it was, to say they wouldn’t have had a chance regardless or from the start was hard to say, but. ]

It’s easier than volunteering themselves. [ the mages. there’s a saying somewhere that when it’s someone else’s ass that’s burning, it feels refreshing. you’re not the one burning your ass.

he looks at geralt with a bit of rest at his shoulders, lifting onto his legs with some questionable balance only favored by curly tail spiraling along the wood, for him to test it out one more time once he’s carefully on his feet. looks sturdier than ever. ] I think— it’s set.

[niespodzianka]

Well, if you're your own subject, and you don't survive, it's hard to take notes on what went wrong. [ Wryly. Not that Geralt loves that the institution settled onto transforming children and replacing puberty with supersoldier nonsense, turning them into their own class of beings that fit in nowhere, but he also gets the logic of lab rats, so to speak.

People want progress, but the process of that progress is always nightmarish; people want the moral high ground and they want the comforts of innovation. What's the answer? Geralt doesn't have any fucking clue, he just gets on with his job.

Like now. ]

Alright. On to the next one.

[ And.. to the next thread somewhere probably. CUT ]