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apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-17 06:01 am
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Log: The Point of No Return
Who: Jaskier and YOU
When: March 14ish and beyond
Where: ADI Building + Flophouse
Summary: Jaskier arrives to - not as much fanfare as he generally hopes to arrive to, but one can't have everything.
Warnings: tw for mentions of graphic violence in Caduceus' thread.
Arrival - OTA/ADI Headquarters
Jaskier arrives in a janitor's closet. It takes a bit of doing for him to get himself out of it - mostly by his elbow catching on the lever-style door handle and him falling backwards out of it. His bottle of liquor is a nice thick glass, though, and does not break, and that's really what matters most to him at the moment.
He still gives a few pointed curses. He's covered in bruises from that last fight and being shoved under a table like four times. At least two times too excessive, he feels. Jaskier uncorks the bottle and takes a long pull from it, giving a small cough as he re-caps it to make sure nothing is lost. Merciful Melitele that shit burns terribly. He's pretty sure some of the witchers have to clean their swords with it.
Does the job, though.
"Hello-? Geralt?" Jaskier calls as he wanders. This really doesn't look like Kaer Morhen, but he's hardly had time to explore the whole of the Keep. "... Geralt's - uh, brothers?" Jaskier calls next, followed by "Child Surprise?" and then finishing it off with an utterly exasperated "Yennefer?"
He'll take anyone.
Arrival (Reprise) - OTA/Bonnie's Flophouse
It's well into full dark by the time Jaskier gets let go after being taken to their doctors to see to his injuries (just bruises and scrapes he's fine he's had worse - what's a 'concussion'?) given the runaround (fear drinking entities that wish harm upon the world, got it, same shit different day) and a crash course in what a phone is (... that too most of the time and even then Jaskier thinks it was more 'good enough' than certainty he understood). He takes one look at the rules for the barracks before opting for the flophouse instead, with a comment aside about a curfew and not being some noble maiden needing to protect her chastity. He'll take the indentured servitude over being treated like a bloody child, especially if he's being trusted enough to assist in stopping an apocalypse.
He's still grumbling about it when he's dropped off at the flophouse, bag made of a weirdly slick feeling but not wet fabric slung over one shoulder stuffed with what they called some essentials. He's really curious as to what they think are essentials given nobody gave him an instrument. Now he just has to find his room… well, he can either ask the first person he sees or just find a door and take his chances.
A Search For Knowledge - OTA/ADI Headquarters
A full night's sleep and a chance to recover from a mild hangover and Jaskier is feeling much better, far more up to being a curious little bird. First things first.
"Hello- yes, I was told there was a library here? You wouldn't happen to know where it is, would you?"
Look, he was told the only people in this building are ones who have business here, he's just assuming whoever he asks will know or will be able to point him to someone who does know.
When: March 14ish and beyond
Where: ADI Building + Flophouse
Summary: Jaskier arrives to - not as much fanfare as he generally hopes to arrive to, but one can't have everything.
Warnings: tw for mentions of graphic violence in Caduceus' thread.
Arrival - OTA/ADI Headquarters
Jaskier arrives in a janitor's closet. It takes a bit of doing for him to get himself out of it - mostly by his elbow catching on the lever-style door handle and him falling backwards out of it. His bottle of liquor is a nice thick glass, though, and does not break, and that's really what matters most to him at the moment.
He still gives a few pointed curses. He's covered in bruises from that last fight and being shoved under a table like four times. At least two times too excessive, he feels. Jaskier uncorks the bottle and takes a long pull from it, giving a small cough as he re-caps it to make sure nothing is lost. Merciful Melitele that shit burns terribly. He's pretty sure some of the witchers have to clean their swords with it.
Does the job, though.
"Hello-? Geralt?" Jaskier calls as he wanders. This really doesn't look like Kaer Morhen, but he's hardly had time to explore the whole of the Keep. "... Geralt's - uh, brothers?" Jaskier calls next, followed by "Child Surprise?" and then finishing it off with an utterly exasperated "Yennefer?"
He'll take anyone.
Arrival (Reprise) - OTA/Bonnie's Flophouse
It's well into full dark by the time Jaskier gets let go after being taken to their doctors to see to his injuries (just bruises and scrapes he's fine he's had worse - what's a 'concussion'?) given the runaround (fear drinking entities that wish harm upon the world, got it, same shit different day) and a crash course in what a phone is (... that too most of the time and even then Jaskier thinks it was more 'good enough' than certainty he understood). He takes one look at the rules for the barracks before opting for the flophouse instead, with a comment aside about a curfew and not being some noble maiden needing to protect her chastity. He'll take the indentured servitude over being treated like a bloody child, especially if he's being trusted enough to assist in stopping an apocalypse.
He's still grumbling about it when he's dropped off at the flophouse, bag made of a weirdly slick feeling but not wet fabric slung over one shoulder stuffed with what they called some essentials. He's really curious as to what they think are essentials given nobody gave him an instrument. Now he just has to find his room… well, he can either ask the first person he sees or just find a door and take his chances.
A Search For Knowledge - OTA/ADI Headquarters
A full night's sleep and a chance to recover from a mild hangover and Jaskier is feeling much better, far more up to being a curious little bird. First things first.
"Hello- yes, I was told there was a library here? You wouldn't happen to know where it is, would you?"
Look, he was told the only people in this building are ones who have business here, he's just assuming whoever he asks will know or will be able to point him to someone who does know.
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Jaskier manages a slightly bitter laugh at being told to calm down, but stops short of asking when in the history of telling people to calm down has that ever calmed anyone down? Caduceus is, grudgingly, not really wrong. Jaskier takes a few more deep breaths and tries to steady his own rapid heartbeat. Being in countless life or death situations is a horse of a different color entirely from - from dying.
"He wasn't from around here, I don't think. His manner of dress was more from where I came from than what locals here wear. But - He was trying to escape - it was a ghoul. It looked like a ghoul," Jaskier explains, brief certainty of what it was that made the corpse easing up as he remembers that things aren't exactly the same as his home here, even if those contexts are the easiest to place things in. He's trembling, trying to talk his way through it, like if he gets it out it'll leave him too. "Just, terrible. It - it was like it wanted him to know it was coming. He took at least an hour to die as it ate him alive."
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Eaten alive. Caduceus peers back at where the corpse was and he considers what he's been told. A predatory apparently thriving on its prey's fear, or simply confident enough that it wouldn't matter if the prey knew it was there or not. Not an ambush or stealth hunter. And not a patient one, either.
"Keep talking," he says as he offers Jaskier the flashlight. "And hold this so I can see if there are tracks."
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Okay, that was unnecessary and even Jaskier realizes that as soon as he snaps, but gods. Deep breaths, deep breaths. "-Tall, taller than a man and thinner than a living one could ever be. Pale but with - dark patches at extremities, like a body that's been left to frost."
Because everyone knows what that looks like right.
"It's whole mouth was just... black, like dried blood. It... I don't know if it had eyes and they were just black too or if there was nothing there at all. Wait, no - I know what all black eyes look like, that wasn't it. So, nothing there. It could still see well enough."
As distressed as the question had prompted him to be, being made to describe something, to stop and search his extensive vocabulary for the words actually does help calm Jaskier down. Though he takes the flashlight easy enough and braces it with both hands against a knee to keep it from shaking, his alarmed follow up of "-Tracks? As in it might still be here?" undoes some of that calm.
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Caduceus looks at Jaskier as the light passes over his face and he blinks; for a moment, his eyes are entirely black. He blinks again and they seem to be back to normal.
"It could be. There's some weird things here." Caduceus pauses after he says that. "Hm. Maybe not weird, but things I haven't seen before."
And kind of weird.