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bountyhead) wrote2019-03-17 07:32 pm
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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.]