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sixthiterationlogs2016-11-29 09:44 am
ofspaceandtime) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-11-29 09:44 am
Blown in on an icy wind
WHO: Cirilla
WHERE: The fountain
WHEN: November 29
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None yet
STATUS: Open!
The brutal gust of cold, and the Wild Hunt’s vessel suddenly lurked in the sea off the coast of the Isle of Mists where she and Geralt stood.
“Get us outta here.”
“They’ll know where we’ve gone. They’ll know how to find me.”
“They already do. Ciri, take us home.”
The world turned in a flare of aqua light as it always does in her travels, and in her dreams. She wasn’t dreaming this time though, Geralt was there, had found her, and they were finally going home; finally to face Eredin and his hoard head on and come what may.
Except the world wasn’t turning the way it always did, and Geralt wasn’t there (had he ever really been?).
Instead of the solid ground of the keep Ciri expected to find on the other side, she was abruptly submerged in water and rapidly floating upward. Something had gone very wrong; even if this wasn’t the first time she had portaled into (or above) water, she had never lost anyone in transit before.
In fact, as she kicked herself to the surface, it became apparent how much more she had actually lost. She felt as though she was swimming wrapped in a potato sack, and it grew heavier as she caught her purchase on the edge of the fountain and hauled herself up over the edge in a sodden heap. It took Ciri a few beats to catch her breath and her bearings, enough to discover that when she reached back her sword was gone (sheath and all) and a pack, somewhat less sodden than the rest of her, had taken it’s place.
She had appeared many places before, but this was unequivocally her first fountain.
WHERE: The fountain
WHEN: November 29
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None yet
STATUS: Open!
The brutal gust of cold, and the Wild Hunt’s vessel suddenly lurked in the sea off the coast of the Isle of Mists where she and Geralt stood.
“Get us outta here.”
“They’ll know where we’ve gone. They’ll know how to find me.”
“They already do. Ciri, take us home.”
The world turned in a flare of aqua light as it always does in her travels, and in her dreams. She wasn’t dreaming this time though, Geralt was there, had found her, and they were finally going home; finally to face Eredin and his hoard head on and come what may.
Except the world wasn’t turning the way it always did, and Geralt wasn’t there (had he ever really been?).
Instead of the solid ground of the keep Ciri expected to find on the other side, she was abruptly submerged in water and rapidly floating upward. Something had gone very wrong; even if this wasn’t the first time she had portaled into (or above) water, she had never lost anyone in transit before.
In fact, as she kicked herself to the surface, it became apparent how much more she had actually lost. She felt as though she was swimming wrapped in a potato sack, and it grew heavier as she caught her purchase on the edge of the fountain and hauled herself up over the edge in a sodden heap. It took Ciri a few beats to catch her breath and her bearings, enough to discover that when she reached back her sword was gone (sheath and all) and a pack, somewhat less sodden than the rest of her, had taken it’s place.
She had appeared many places before, but this was unequivocally her first fountain.
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Concern flickers still in her gaze and wrinkles her brow. She's never met anyone who could suppress her powers, not even the witches of the bog together had been able to stop her really. She doubts whatever this is, it will be easy to solve. "Whoever you all are, I hope you're the sort who doesn't give up."
"Hm? Ah- yes I suppose I ought to. Is the water here safe?" That was the sort of mistake one only made once.
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"Healing water," she says, with the tone of voice of someone who doesn't quite believe in it, despite the fact that it had also healed her, upon arrival.