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lusi2020-06-08 05:31 pm
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(open) wind's howling
● WHO: geralt & all
● WHAT: event open post, closed starters, & monthly catch-all
● WHEN: throughout june
● WHERE: anywhere!
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, violence
i. wind's howling. (rain)
[ When the rain starts, Geralt is glad he'd had the forethought to weatherproof his little campsite. It comes in starts at first, at times even while the sun is still shining, but when the storm really rolls in, it pours nonstop from the darkened sky. There's so much water all at once that Geralt worries about flooding, but the soil seems to be porous enough, thankfully, to soak up much of the water. Still, it means an uncomfortable day and night of hunkering down to wait out the weather.
Used to living outdoors, Geralt accepts it as an inevitable inconvenience; he's got blankets, a mattress on a tall (if shoddy) bedframe, a fire built in one part of the half-collapsed building he's set up in, and makeshift canvas tarps laid out on the floor and beneath the roof of one of the more intact rooms. Roach, his horse and such a constant in his life that the Augur had apparently thought to bring her here with him, is tethered near the fire to keep her warm and relatively dry.
Out of necessity Geralt ventures out at least once while the rain is heaviest, retrieving a bucket he'd put out to collect clean water for both himself and Roach and pluck up some of the grass that's already started to sprout for her to munch on. If anything could convince him to brave this miserable weather, it's caring for his horse.
But he isn't the only one out. Eyes narrowing to see through the gloom and the water cascading from the sky, Geralt approaches. ]
You trying to catch your death out here?
[ His low growl might be hard to hear over the pounding of rain against the ground, so he gets closer, nodding his head back in the direction of his camp. ]
Come on. Got somewhere warm to sleep, if you want.
ii. after the storm (plants, love darts)
[ There is plenty to be done in the aftermath of the rain. Shelters need to be repaired, supplies need to be gathered, and all of this new growth of flora needs to be investigated. With a pretty extensive knowledge of flowers, plants, root, and berries, he's looking for anything that might be familiar or prove useful, whether to create decoctions, blade oils, simpler poultices, or just to eat. A lot of the plants, especially the flowering ones, are entirely new to him. Given his experiences so far he hadn't exactly expected to find a whole lot he'd recognize, but some of these things are so strange-looking that he has to take his time examining them.
Footsteps nearby make him turn instinctively toward whoever might be drawing closer, and as he moves, so does the plant he'd been looking at. Whether with a cloud of pollen, a spray of nectar, or the shooting of a sharp burr, Geralt stumbles back a step with a snarl. ]
Shit. Careful.
[ It's as much a self-admonishment as it is a warning. He has no idea what these things are capable of. While he's immune to most known poisons and toxins, that doesn't mean he won't have a really bad time of it anyway if something proves to be particularly concentrated.
The effects of these plants are varied, from a simple but fast-acting aphrodisiac dart to a nerve-stimulating pollen that draws pleasure out of even the simplest touches to a nectar that brings out baser instincts. ]
iii. wildcard
( open to robot fights--with planning!--and options for other plants apart from passionfruit. open to gen for all, smut for characters 21+. if you're going for smut and we haven't discussed it already, please pm or leave a comment here so we can iron things out. )
● WHAT: event open post, closed starters, & monthly catch-all
● WHEN: throughout june
● WHERE: anywhere!
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, violence
i. wind's howling. (rain)
[ When the rain starts, Geralt is glad he'd had the forethought to weatherproof his little campsite. It comes in starts at first, at times even while the sun is still shining, but when the storm really rolls in, it pours nonstop from the darkened sky. There's so much water all at once that Geralt worries about flooding, but the soil seems to be porous enough, thankfully, to soak up much of the water. Still, it means an uncomfortable day and night of hunkering down to wait out the weather.
Used to living outdoors, Geralt accepts it as an inevitable inconvenience; he's got blankets, a mattress on a tall (if shoddy) bedframe, a fire built in one part of the half-collapsed building he's set up in, and makeshift canvas tarps laid out on the floor and beneath the roof of one of the more intact rooms. Roach, his horse and such a constant in his life that the Augur had apparently thought to bring her here with him, is tethered near the fire to keep her warm and relatively dry.
Out of necessity Geralt ventures out at least once while the rain is heaviest, retrieving a bucket he'd put out to collect clean water for both himself and Roach and pluck up some of the grass that's already started to sprout for her to munch on. If anything could convince him to brave this miserable weather, it's caring for his horse.
But he isn't the only one out. Eyes narrowing to see through the gloom and the water cascading from the sky, Geralt approaches. ]
You trying to catch your death out here?
[ His low growl might be hard to hear over the pounding of rain against the ground, so he gets closer, nodding his head back in the direction of his camp. ]
Come on. Got somewhere warm to sleep, if you want.
ii. after the storm (plants, love darts)
[ There is plenty to be done in the aftermath of the rain. Shelters need to be repaired, supplies need to be gathered, and all of this new growth of flora needs to be investigated. With a pretty extensive knowledge of flowers, plants, root, and berries, he's looking for anything that might be familiar or prove useful, whether to create decoctions, blade oils, simpler poultices, or just to eat. A lot of the plants, especially the flowering ones, are entirely new to him. Given his experiences so far he hadn't exactly expected to find a whole lot he'd recognize, but some of these things are so strange-looking that he has to take his time examining them.
Footsteps nearby make him turn instinctively toward whoever might be drawing closer, and as he moves, so does the plant he'd been looking at. Whether with a cloud of pollen, a spray of nectar, or the shooting of a sharp burr, Geralt stumbles back a step with a snarl. ]
Shit. Careful.
[ It's as much a self-admonishment as it is a warning. He has no idea what these things are capable of. While he's immune to most known poisons and toxins, that doesn't mean he won't have a really bad time of it anyway if something proves to be particularly concentrated.
The effects of these plants are varied, from a simple but fast-acting aphrodisiac dart to a nerve-stimulating pollen that draws pleasure out of even the simplest touches to a nectar that brings out baser instincts. ]
iii. wildcard
( open to robot fights--with planning!--and options for other plants apart from passionfruit. open to gen for all, smut for characters 21+. if you're going for smut and we haven't discussed it already, please pm or leave a comment here so we can iron things out. )
i. (arrives late with starbucks)
And without a map of the fucking place or an idea of where her own campsite was (like hell she was staying in any accommodation this place provided, who knew what bullshit they had set up there), she was lost even if she was too stubborn to admit it right now.
Of course, when she hears someone rustling behind her, she turns quickly, her axes in her hands, eyes narrowing in her attempt to see through the rain.
His voice cuts through the sound of the rain and she remembers it, remembers the way it sounded whispered against her skin. For a moment, a shiver runs down her spine that has nothing to do with the chill she feels from being soaked to the bone and everything to do with the delight of a memory.]
Fuck, it's you. [ There's relief in her voice as she lowers her weapons.] I was about to go axe-murderer on you.
!!!!!
When he replies, his tone is dry, but amused. ]
Glad you didn't get that far.
[ He hoists out the bucket he'd come out here to get, filled with freshly filtered rainwater. ]
Feel like getting dry?
<33
[ She looks at him gratefully, hopefully. Knowing her camping skills? She's pretty sure her own tent is probably flattened on the forest floor somewhere given the heavy rain.] Is your place close?
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Yeah. Right there.
[ He points with his free hand toward the distinct glimmer of a fire several houses up, the flame sheltered by what's left of the roof. ]
C'mon.
[ Not wanting to remain outside any longer than he has to, Geralt turns to lead the way without another word. The house he's chosen is in better shape than others around it, despite being half caved in. What's left of the roof in the main room provides a good shelter from the rain while enabling him to build a fire, which is blazing brightly in the makeshift pit he'd created. His horse, Roach, stands under the overhang as well, and he tends to her first, delivering her both the water and the greens he'd collected. Beyond the fire is a door leading to a second room, much smaller but also much more intact, where Geralt keeps his bed and most of his things. ]
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Still, after following him the short distance and out of the rain, she's grateful for the shelter. Shivering but staying by the door, she peels the soaking coat she's wearing off before draping it on what must have been a wall or pillar of some sort. Then she wrings her hair out and sets her axes close to the door before she makes her way over to the fire to warm her trembling fingers. ]
Why am I not surprised you have a horse?
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Hope it's not because I smell like one.
[ He doesn't hesitate to start stripping out of his soaked clothes. Why would he when Margo has seen it all before anyway? He undoes the ties of his heavy gambeson, laying the waterlogged garment out nearby to help it dry. The thin linen shirt beneath gets pulled up over his head and given the same treatment. ]
Got extra blankets if you want one.
no subject
She smirks at him as he offers the blanket, although being dry sounds fucking amazing. Her skin is starting to get that familiar sting you get from wearing wet clothes for too long.]
Should I get naked too?
no subject
Your choice. Might be more comfortable.
[ Before he gets to actually unlacing his trousers, he opens the door behind him and ducks into the small room beyond. In the firelight he can easily be seen pulling two blankets from the modestly sized bed, one of which he hands to Margo when he returns. ]
You'll warm up faster that way.
no subject
Still, she's focused on watching him for a moment, it's a nice distraction from being cold and wet (not in the fun sort of way). And when he hands her the blanket, telling her that she might warm up faster, she almost laughs because there's certainly several ways being naked can warm you up.
She takes the blanket with a soft word of thanks. And then works on the buttons of her shirt, as well as untucking it from her pants before she sets it aside. The silk of her camisole beneath clings to her bare skin in a way she finds annoying but others in the room might find appealing.]
So you decided to avoid the creepy robots too, huh?
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Yeah. I'd rather stay out of their way. Been living in this spot since I got here.
[ After wrapping his own blanket around his bare shoulders, he sits on the one already laid out by the fire, stretching his legs out to unbuckle and then remove his boots. He leaves them nearby to dry out, hoping they'll be less soggy by tomorrow morning. ]
no subject
[ she moves closer to the fire as the cold continues to seep in, pulling her blouse off completely (but leaving the camisole on for now) and laying it aside, close to the fire. ]
I can't use any locator spells here considering I don't know where the fuck I am half the time and I don't have a map.
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You're a sorceress.
[ Maybe that should have been obvious from the start. He has a type.
Cold as it is, he shifts closer to her, silently opening the side of his blanket nearest to her. She can get under it with him, if she wants. ]
no subject
Why the hell wouldn't she get right under there? There's way more reasons to do the thing than not. So she moves to slide over and get underneath the blanket, tucking herself against his very warm side.]
We call ourselves Magicians but it's all the same shit.
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Can't believe I didn't realize sooner. Usually pretty good at knowing when I'm talking to a mage.
[ Or fucking one, as the case may be. ]
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And fucking is right.] We weren't doing much talking, were we? [ She glances at him, nose wrinkling for a moment.]
My name's Margo, by the way.
no subject
[ Her observation has him smirking lightly, hand squeezing gently at her side. Clearly there are no hard feelings about the lack of a proper introduction until now. ]
Didn't mind, though. I'm not exactly a conversationalist.
no subject
And I'm not sorry about that.
no subject
[ He enjoyed what he'd been doing with his mouth; no complaints here. ]
Might even be interested in repeating the experience.
no subject
no subject
Sure. Just following the rules.
[ He can feel her warming against his side as they talk, her cold, damp skin gradually becoming dryer and hotter. ]
Think I'd be missing out if I didn't learn a little more about you first, though. Is magic common where you're from?
no subject
At his question, she looks amused once more but fine with playing along, it can't hurt to get to know someone here.]
It's complicated. The place I was born... magic is rare and a secret in most places. But I also lived in another world, Fillory. Magicians were rare even though the world functioned only with magic, which was part of the reason why I was the High King for awhile. Given you did not seem skeptical about me talking about, I'm guessing magic exists where you are from.
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It makes sense, certainly, when she shares a little more of her history. ]
Mhm. Some people can use it with aptitude and training. Most talented mages used to be highly regarded, placed as advisors in courts across the continent. But that's changed in the last few years.
[ There's more to it than that, of course, and he's particularly interested in how she'd lived in another world. ]
Had no idea I was talking to royalty, too. Should I bow, or was the tribute I offered before good enough?
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At his remark at her royal status, she snorts a little, her lips quirking in amusement even if there's a hint of pain in what she says next.] Not that I didn't appreciate the multiple orgasms before... I'm not High King anymore, I had to give up my throne to go on a quest, to save my friend. [ And as much as that fucking hurt, it was worth it. Eliot was always worth it.]
What about you? The scars tell me you've been in a few... scrapes. Or are you just that brand of kinky?