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( a couple nights spent sleepless staring at the stars in the green grass of a ditch in solvunn's primary settlement have left him wanting, curious, but a constant glitter of flashing correspondence beneath eyelids and in the sky has spelled out one thing very clearly: off-worlders can communicate amongst each other. near-instantaneously, in fact. how convenient.

eventually he's ready to try it, perched on a branch with his legs crossed and one finger weaving an invisible thread through the air in front of him. children passing by to pick up wayward apples for the coming rites must find him insane. )

Now, I did my own bit of research amongst the plucky citizens strolling about Solvunn, claiming us graces of God, and found quite the wealth of history beneath these streets. Enough to pen a couple more tomes worth, really, but I didn't fathom the discourse in this country would run so deep. It almost makes sense that they'd look outward for help at this point, to usher in a new era, but...

( research means spying, but. details. no one needs to know of days thus far spent just circling behind the shoulders of scholars in their libraries as a miniature. it wasn't all that exciting.

the next few sentences are quickly scribbled and without signature, running closely together as if to drive someone dizzy. there's a foreboding air to his text, whether on skin or parchment on wood, as if it's starting to fade the longer one stares. )

Anyhow, it left me curious, and so I'm posing a question to those more privy than me:

When and if the curtain rises, whose blood would you want spilled? Who deserves to "win", in your eyes?

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What the actual fuck.

[ Julie has concentrated extra hard to make that sentence bigger than the ones that follow. ]

Why are y'all new people so intent on taking part in a war? Even if that's where they're going, why do you care? It's not our fight.
- Julie Lawry

Edited 2021-10-27 03:21 (UTC)

( he rocks back slightly from the sheer size of her message etching itself hastily into the wood. )

Whoa, language! History tends to repeat itself. Well, that, and I'm not the type to turn a blind eye when I'm being forced to take the stage straight from the audience.

I'm innocently asking for your impressions here.

No, you're asking for us entertain some dumb shit we got no business messing around with. If they get to war, the Singularity's gonna doom us all because these motherfuckers won't leave it alone.

The only impression you need is that it's in our interest to not take any sides and to keep these idiots from killing all of us. Or do you just want to die in this shitty world?

( ohh, she hit the nail on the head when it came to his casual instigation. perceptive much? )

Die here? Not exactly. I wished for some insight on the situation and well—I got it in spades, I suppose. Right, then: don't get involved, and don't go asking dangerous questions.

I'll just stand here on the sidelines looking handsome when the inevitable happens.

If there's a war over that rock, you better believe it's gonna kill us all.

And if you think the fighting's inevitable, then why the fuck are you egging it on with this shit?

( help... he's being cornered by magical text. )

I'd go straight to the source if I really wanted to escalate their conflict, you know. Not ask a bunch of outsiders how they felt. Knowledge helps one see challenges' with better, more far-reaching perspectives, and... while Solvunn's narrative is as one-sided as they come, being summoned here is something akin to asking me specifically to right this world's path. That's why I can't ignore it.

... You call it a rock, but I've yet to see it for myself.

( he isn't going to mention how most aren't wont to trust him yet. it's a work-in-progress for mr. fey-passing. )

Edited 2021-10-27 06:57 (UTC)

You think any of us got a neutral history class on this shit? I'll tell you exactly what the fuck we were told about any of this: Singularity's a big magic rock that no one from Abraxas can touch. Supposedly connected to all worlds, and that's how we got here. Thorne wants to use the Singularity, Free Cities wants to destroy it, and Solvunn wants them both to leave it alone. That's your crash course.

Our opinion doesn't make a lick of difference unless you're planning to push the idiots to war over it, and you might as well set off a planet-wide atom bomb if that's what you're aiming for. I'm not keen to die over who gets to do what with a fucking slab of stone.

Get to the Horizon, you can walk up and touch the stupid thing. It's not that impressive. Just big.

It is not the cause that interests me, but the chance to test myself against warriors from Realms unknown in kombat. In 3500 years I have met few who posed a suitable challenge, either in war or the arena.

I am hoping this place will not be so disappointing in that regard.

Goro

Maybe you need a different hobby. It's fucking weird to hope you get to fight people from other worlds.

Try crochet.

I know what I am, and am content.

Conflict is the natural order of things. Warrior fights warrior, nation fights nation, Realm fights Realm. Why deny that instinct that calls to us all?

Better to embrace conflict as a source of power, and through victory, gain the strength to impose your will on the world and those weaker than you, for in the end, it is better to be the conqueror than the conquered.

There are better instincts. Conflict may be the natural order of things, but this conflict doesn't have anything to do with us. And if they're right about that stupid stone, war will destroy all the worlds. Including this one, yours, and you.

You wanna be conquerer of Hell? Be my guest, but do the rest of us a favor and off yourself. Go fight the devil.

What an oddly heavy question to send out into the ether. I find men who question such things are either meddlers or stand to profit from such gambles. Would your time not be better spent penning such wealths of history?

- Julian Alfred Pankratz

Meddlers? Hahah. I suppose all fae are at heart. But really, I meant no harm. I simply figured weighty matters like, "does anyone think such-and-such is justified?" were worth discussing with others.

( and also, who wants to spend all that time writing when they could be fraternizing? )

A fae? You ask that sort of question, then begin claiming to be fae? Oh, you sweet summer child.

( and autumn, and winter, and... anyhow. )

Hmm. Well...

I am starting to get the feeling I was maaaybe a little too gung-ho when it comes to instigating this conversation. Just a tad. A smidgen, even. But it's too late now.

( text that's been coming in unnerving little loops begins to slow. )

I am of the opinion you really did not think this one through, my dear.

I wouldn't say I've completely and utterly ruined my reputation just yet. First off, few have yet to meet my exceedingly charming self in person.

Hah! You'd have to be a bit more of a fuck up to ruin a reputation through a few floating words. Though, to your misfortune, I suppose your name's a bit stuck to it... alas, that I am not so close that I could not be wooed by such charms immediately.

[Those last words may not sound too sincere, considering Jaskier has yet to meet anyone even nearly half as charming as himself.]

Well! I'll have to introduce myself properly at some point, so at least one person out there is acquainted with the real me. The sudden onslaught of dissent I suffered after making a big show of myself clearly demands I spend some quality time having fun.

Or repairing said reputation?

[It's hard to curl his letters with a sarcastic bit of humor, but he certainly attempts to.]

Edited 2021-11-13 07:44 (UTC)

it ain’t people what live here what ought to die. What do we care of them? It is them what have been dragged here - some of them - what deserve to die, I think. -Eponine Thenardier

( eponine... cute name. )

Hmm, now there's an interesting implication. Are we harbingers of doom to you, or something?

no yes. some are

( if only he had some tea... maybe a finger sandwich... )

Surely they can't be all that bad, but—I'll bite. Who's got you wary?

no. there are good people here. and some of the most lovely I haven't seen since we left that castle. but there are horrors here too miss julie miss Coraline that stupid Jon what follows Coraline. he is not so bad, but stupid I think. coraline is a nasty girl but it is that Julie. she stole my food and has broken my nose and now... well, all that has happened to us is her fault

( such an honest off-worlder. in these dark times? )

Julie? Now, there's a name I recognize. As of this very announcement, in fact. All things considered, she was actually rather helpful. I'm sorry to hear, you're... having, ah, a rough time of things with her.

Just as well, dearest Eponine, you're lucky I don't have plans to hurt any of these people.

I would be a bit more hesitant when it comes to naming your apparent foes. You wouldn't want .

yes helpful she is. She was helpful enough in telling me that the woman what I thought loved me wanted me for nothing more than a murder. She’s a spiteful one sir and you ought to watch lest she cut your fingers or burn your nose next. What should I care if you are to hurt people? Or why would you hurt them what I name if they ain’t nothing to you? They hurt me and I say let them hurt too. Sir I think it is too late for your caution. Me I should have liked a friend but it is a shame when they make it clear they hate me

( how these messages seem to speak of a child-like naivete, the sort he just can't ignore. it may be a one-sided story at best, but his brow still furrows nonetheless at the pitiful declaration. )

I suppose the saving grace of your encounter is that you lived to tell the tale.

( there's a significant pause before his next message full of unhearable comfort: )

I trust you learned how to defend yourself since? If not, I may be able to lend you a hand. Not that I'm much of a fighter, mind you, despite my earlier inquiry, but it wouldn't hurt to add a few paltry tricks to your repertoire.

Yes… yes I’m alive but there is no one now. On my own and all I might do is pretend someone is beside me. But no. Only in my mind. Never real. Perhaps I have lived but I do not know if everyone is still breathing. The knife cut deep and hard and many times did her blood splash.

[Maybe it sounds almost poetic, but she’s essentially confessing to at least attempted murder. Maybe he doesn’t notice?]

what tricks do you know Sir? Is it magic or a thief’s tricks? My fingers are quick enough at that, you know?

[ well, this is an unpleasant surprise in her meal. Though to be fair, Rinwell hadn't expected words to form in her soup.

She stirs it a few times, trying to disperse the letters, but the question posed has quite put her off her dinner. ]

Why is blood required for there to be "victory"? Why should anyone have to die?
~Rinwell

( a smile plays on his lips, unseen. )

It'd be a whole lot less heart wrenching if possible, but even the kindest are forced to commit atrocities in self-defense at times. Have you had an enjoyable peek through any of this land's historical accounts yet?

Don't talk down to me like a child. [says the 14 year old] I'm more than aware of who dictates history, here or elsewhere. Of the need for self-defense.

That doesn't mean we have to be the ones to continue enabling whatever cycle they have in mind, just because they brought us here without our consent.

Did it come off that way? My apologies, truly.

It's true that one shouldn't be made to feel obliged to shoulder the burden of a history they didn't help forge, but for the sake of those who summoned me, who expected me to rally to their call, I need to be prepared to meet their expectations. To fight for a cause, or at least someone I've deemed worthy of my trust. It's my first time as a leading actor, after all.

Well, this is my own personal problem, and nothing you really need to be concerned with, but I do understand what you're getting at. Any dissension would be best solved without bloodshed.

( even if he doesn't honestly think it's possible to escape such violence in the long run, chin resting on one hand in pause. )

When did they pull you out?

- Geralt

[ One day, he will not completely ignore a direct question, but today is not that day. ]

Oh, you know. About a week ago or so, give or take a couple of days. Why, it already feels like they're running together.

( he's waving a hand about dramatically whilst transmitting these words that float and sear. the children picking up apples beneath tread cautiously since they have... no idea what he's doing up there. what a weirdo. )

[ A vague week or so is good enough, and he means to leave it at that. Then the final sentence comes shimmering across and, mm— ]

You can't keep count to seven?

[ Get back to him when you've been jailed underground for 12 weeks. ]

Not when those seven days spent are the equivalent of watching grass grow.

( aaand, he bounces back! the crowd goes wild. 'fairy' king oberon is STILL IN THE GAME... )

Geralt, was it? One can only watch so much tilling of the field before the mind starts to wander. No offense to the kind people of Solvunn, of course.

[ Uh-huh. Geralt sidesteps all the fluttery bullshit, including confirming his name, to get to the heart of what catches his attention. ]

So they summoned you from another world and laying about is all they've asked of you.

( ... something whittled yet relentless clacks together like the jaws of a centipede in oberon's chest at this reply. a tinge of agitation, maybe. it's too bad emotions don't travel. )

Mmh, well, not exactly. Though it did take a couple mornings of tireless demands until they were a little more comfortable with me. The laying about came later.

Let's hope it stays that way.

[ And that's about all the information he's interested in. He's staying out of the rest of it. ]

It isn't a question of deserving, in my experience. Winners are those willing to do what needs to be done to get what they want.

-EB

Want seems a bit of a strong word. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a good fight. But there should be a reason first.

As for who deserves to win, it's too soon to say.

~Gideon

We have barely begun to understand the motives of all the players on the field, and you would call for war? I do not doubt that it will come to such in time, but it is very nearly a fool's errand to question which parties might most "deserve" to be the victor in whatever clash should arise.

( therein lies the crux of the matter: a need for more information. )

I suppose I'm wont to play the fool, then. It's not often, or if ever, that I'm cast in such a major role. And, well... I mean, I might've made a liiittle mistake in framing this as a semi-declaration for war, but nothing ever gets done without a little theatrics, wouldn't you agree?

Yes, but I have found that it is more effective when one tunes one's performance to the situation at hand. And while I do not doubt that the seeds of war exist here, it is not in the people such as you and I. Not yet, at the very least.

Edited 2021-11-10 06:52 (UTC)

[Plain handwriting, in block capital.]

No-one deserves to win.

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i can't believe i forgot two whole words WOW... "any regrets" bye

Haha I thought he was just fed up of her!

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