(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]

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 ]