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bountyhead) wrote2019-03-17 07:32 pm
idek do whatever u like
[Even though she has been shrill about what is not only a name but an adjective. Geralt has almost lost his temper. To be fair though, he is completely caught by surprise. The hunt was wearing on, the hours dragging, hot and lazy. He isn't even sure where he is anymore.]
I can put it down if you like.
[The silver sword is heavy in his hand. The steel sword is with Roach. Ah, fuck where is Roach? One issue at a time. Geralt slowly crouches to lay the sword flat.]
Now you drop your wand.
[Gun, Geralt. That is a gun.]
it's perfect ty
Am I really supposed to believe that?
[ The only other detail she has to pin against him is that his hair is longish. She remembers Vicious having longish hair. How many men with overlong, white hair who carry around a sword could there possibly be, huh? Huh?
There's actually quite a lot but we digress...The truth is: she can't recall the details that would tell one white-haired, sword-wielding creep from the next and she's not taking any chances. He abandons his weapon and she doesn't relent. ]
What are you doing? I could shoot you right now and this would be over.
[ And yet she hesitates. Did he just say wand? ]
Re: it's perfect ty
My name is Geralt. I'm from Rivia. I'm a Witcher.
[Which should at least remove the burden of introductions. She has not settled any. Her body tense. She must have been doing laundry. That's quite a state of undress. If this were not a threatening situation, he would try and be polite and look away. Unless she's trying to display her assets? Usually if a woman is selling herself and does not want his attentions she will spit and shout at him, this is a far different exchange.]
I'm showing you I mean no harm, because I don't. The sword is for whatever manner of dark creature that stalks this area. I have a contract.
[In his head all of this makes perfect sense.]
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Her stare is skeptical, unblinking, and her gun remains aimed, high and somewhere vital, completely forgoing her own introduction. ]
Red Dragon Crime Syndicate? Does that ring any bells?
[ She wants to be sure. He could be working for Vicious and this could be a trap which means she can't afford to let up even a little. And once the man is no longer within reaching distance of the sword, she takes that opportunity to look over her shoulders and sweep her eyes across the surrounding area. There could be more of them in wait. It's not the first time she's been ambushed. The moment he relinquished his weapon should've been the moment his men stormed in. It never happens.
Faye re-evaluates the situation. In contrast, the man is dressed like he's stepped right out of a Renaissance Fair and she's not sure if she should be taking him seriously or not. Maybe the sword isn't even real. Or perhaps he just has a strange sense of style. Not that she's one to talk what with her labia suspenders and all that. ]
What kind of contract? You seem to be the only "dark creature" stalking the area around here.
[ At least it makes sense to one of them. ]
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[The word is clipped and irritated. He hasn't moved, though is scowl has deepened.]
I'm not a criminal. I'm a Witcher.
[Though judging by her opinion that doesn't mean much at all. Witchers are often shoved in with the same category of the monsters they hunt. That is what they are, he is often heard, a monster that hunts monsters. It's an old, tired insult. Geralt has heard it many times before. The sting is not bitter. Just annoying.
Were he a true monster he would spring in a blink for his sword. His agility is far greater than that of a mortal man. She still wants to keep him still, keep control of the moment.]
I'm hunting a cockatrice or a slyzard from the sound of it. Cannot be too sure. Winged. Nasty.
[Eater of cattle, children and the oblivious elderly. They prefer dry, warm climates. The red sun above them would heat their wings and blood.]
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[ Witcher. What does that even mean? He's throwing so many weird words her way; it's evident on her face that she doesn't understand. Cockatrice? That's a bird, isn't it? Vicious had a bird... okay, that's a bit of a reach. When she mentions the syndicate, there's a conspicuous shift in the man's tone and body language that was peculiar but telling. Maybe he had nothing to do with them after all. Maybe.
As much as she'd like to keep him there and hold him against his will, she's beginning to doubt this is someone worthwhile, and she'd rather not be wasting her time right now.
Finally, after a beat: ]
So you're a hunter.
[ Bounty hunter? She glances at the steel blade on the ground before resting her gaze on his face again. ]
A gun would yield better results than that.
[ She nods her head at his weapon. Swords were so... old-fashioned. Was that the word to use? All the same, Faye starts to lower her gun, showing she meant no harm as well. But if he tries anything, she's a quick draw. ]
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He sighs and nods. They might be getting somewhere. Even though she is clearly distressed over something.]
Yes. A hunter of monsters.
[Man, it's like she doesn't know what a Witcher is. The thought doesn't even cross Geralt's mind that she doesn't. He unfortunately is used to strange women threatening his life.]
That?
[Her gun gets a nod and a lifted eyebrow. She has to hold it with both hands? Is it heavy? Well, perhaps not. It's small. Appears to be light, there's no strain in her arms as she holds it aloft. He has seen crossbows, they are much larger and more obvious to what they do. A crossbow alone could take out a juvenile cocktrice. Maybe.]
I don't know how well that would work against a draconid. It doesn't look like silver.
[Steel maybe. Steel is for humans. The gun is lowered. Finally.]
What are you running from?
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[ Faye shakes her head and stops herself before she even finishes. Great. She's wasting her time. Who cares what time she might be wasting of his and that he's the one that was held at gunpoint here. There are one too many white-haired guys with swords in the world. That's her excuse.
While she carefully tucks her gun inside her jacket, she gives him a questioning look. ]
You act like you've never seen a gun before.
[ And if the words he's spouting weren't already weird, that may be the weirdest thing of all to her.
His next question draws a sour look to her face. ]
I'm not running from anything.
[ An awful lot of unneccessary bite there. ]
You just look like someone I know. He's dangerous which is why I had my gun drawn.
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That's because I haven't.
[Must be a newer invention or something that is coming into fashion perhaps.]
...Right. Forgive my assumption. You do seem very jumpy.
[On guard. tense.]
I gathered as much.
[Geralt could tell her he only kills monsters, some monsters are also humans.]
Did you happen to pass a horse?
THIS TAG GOT LOST IN MY INBOX so sorry..........
Maybe I'm jumpy because someone who looks like a dangerous guy I know is walking around with a sword. [ And in case he hasn't already connected the dots by now, she adds: ] The same weapon the dangerous guy carries.
[ Faye sure knows how to make a situation sound like it's the other person's fault and not her own. Because it's not even when it is. She grabs a cigarette, lights it. ]
Pick it up. [ The sword. ] But since you claim to not know what a gun is, I wouldn't try anything if I were you. It'd be a stupid way to find out what it's capable of. [ A long exhale produces a thin cloud of smoke and she stops — when was the last time she's even seen a horse? ]
To answer your question, no. I'm assuming it's your horse?
[ Oh, that's right. Andy. ]
<3!!
Geralt collects his sword, not in a rush, just in a methodical way that a person should reclaim their weapon. She seems confident enough in her safety, he wants to keep it that way.]
I have no quarrel with you or want to slay any person.
[That is what a murderer would say. He knows that too. Best not even try at this point.]
Yes. Roach. She's so tall. [He holds a hand up to what would be head level for Roach.] Chestnut with a white splotch on her face.
[Wait a second....]
How did you come to this place without a horse? On foot?
Again
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"Roach"?
[ what kinda name... ]
Uh... no. I haven't seen your chesnut with a white splotch on her face horse named Roach. Not very many people ride horses anymore.
[ This brings her to his next question. She takes a long drag off her cigarette, studies him. What is this guy's deal? ]
I walked a little bit, yeah. [ Is that what he means? ] I had to park my zipcraft back there. [ She nods to her left, his right. ] I was scoping out a bounty but then you come along looking like Vicious' stunt double.
[ For what it's worth, Geralt is a lot better-looking. ]
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[He is asking because he cannot be sure. Geralt's brow lifts and he is looking at her with about the same confusion as when she said the words zipcraft.]
I'm--[he turns, slowly to see that that is not anything he has seen before.]
Hmm.
[The craft gets another hard, long look before her turns back to her.]
Something has happened.
[Clearly!! Geralt touches the medallion at his neck. The image of a snarling wolf, it hasn't moved so there is no obvious presence of magic.]
Either I am not where I should be or you are not where you should be....or we both are mutually fucked.
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Uh, come again??
[ He's greeted with a mirthless expression once he turns back. It must be her turn to ask: are you joking? Not that she can take this guy seriously in the first place dressed like that. ]
Look, mister, we're only strangers. However "mutually fucked" you think we are most definitely has nothing to do with me because we don't know each other. Do you understand?
[ Because he's clearly talking about something else entirely and whatever it might be, she doesn't really want to stick around. She sucks down the last of her cigarette before dropping it by her feet and squashing the cherry with her heel. A heavy sigh blows the last bit of smoke in her lungs. ]
My bounty is probably halfway to Callisto by now and that's all thanks to you.
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The situation, I mean. Not literal. Do you know where we are?
[Though it is not unheard of him to not be clear of his thoughts or intentions. Geralt growls at himself, at her, at the situation.]
Strangers or no, I told you who I am and what I'm trying to do.
[And she has at least said her peace on what is supposed to be going on. He briefly considers an apology but figures that might make her more angry.]
I don't know where Callisto is.
[Or what a zipcraft is....or what a gun is... Specially trained fighters and trackers are not supposed to get suddenly lost.]
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We're on Ganymede. Callisto is nearby.
[ Nearby as in "just the next moon over" but that goes unsaid. He should know that if he's here, duh. The need for another smoke is already on the horizon but she refrains. She didn't sign up to be someone's tour guide and especially not while there's a bounty out there to catch and it's obvious she's growing a bit... restless. ]
Where did you think we were?
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Fuck.
[Already getting under one another's skin he doesn't bother asking what the nearest kingdom is to these, what he assumes to be, townships.]
An hour's ride from Posada.
[The earth around themis dry and the weather arid enough.]
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[ Just want to be sure she heard him correctly. ]
Is that a moon or something?
[ Faye hasn't been exactly everywhere in the solar system. Maybe she's managed to never hear about this Posada place. She wasn't much of a social butterfly; in fact, between snooping for information and interacting with the small handful of people she knows, this was the most she's spoken with a stranger in months.
Which begs the question for her: why was she still here? ]
Hate to break it to you but if you're looking for a ride, you're tough out of luck. My ride is one seat only.
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[And there is plenty of earth and dirty. Geralt gives it an idle kick then thinks again on what she has said.]
....there's only one moon.
[To his knowledge anyway. Shit. Shit. How will he get out of this one?]
Can you point me in the direction of the nearest village then?
[That is about the only help that seems worth asking. He hasn't looked at the craft she as speaking about since first glance. Best not even try and make sense of it. He only has so patience. Right no it is being used to sort this lost business.]