(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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[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 ]