( OPEN ) may catch-all

[gynvael]

🧙 WHO: Geralt + You
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests, getting harassed by crabs, rocks thrown??
🕒 WHEN: May
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A for now


OPEN:
+ No Buccaing Out + A Stone's Throw from Revenge
+ Party Rock


[ starters in comments. plot with me at discontinued! ]

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[gynvael]

[ Mm. The teleporter. Recognition crosses his face before Geralt turns in the direction of the noise. He seems to stare for a few seconds before he sighs. ]

Could've waited until sunrise.

[ He pushes the window open, sweeping the glass out of the way. Whether he slept in his clothes and boots for exactly this reason or because he was too damn tired to get out of them is hard to say. Either way, the only thing he needs to grab is his sword before he hops out the window, dropping down to the ground not far below. ]

What pissed it off? [ Or rather, who pissed it off? He suspects a creature like this didn't decide to throw stones at the city out of nowhere. Otherwise there'd be signs of frequent rampaging. ]

[thepattern]

[ Corwin would say he's surprised, when Geralt launches himself out the window, but... No. He absolutely knows people who would do that sort of thing. He's related to some of them.

Doesn't mean it's going to pass without comment, though. ]

If you regularly pass over stairs like that, I'm not surprised you ended up with an injured leg.

[ But enough ribbing. There's another boulder headed their way. Corwin reaches up a hand and uses his Kinetic magic to halt its momentum, holding it in midair, waiting for the passersby to clear out from underneath it before dropping it harmlessly to the ground. That done, he lets out a deep breath and a shrug. ]

Beats me. Probably something to do with those fools who headed up to the caves north of the city the other day.

[gynvael]

I'm lighter than I look.

[ The boulder hovers in the air before it collapses to the ground. Geralt steps around it gingerly. There's shit everywhere, wood and glass splintered on the ground from where the rocks have smashed. Horses fleeing.

No wonder this city needs so much damn magic to hold it together if this is how things go on a weekly basis.

Geralt ducks another flying stone as he pushes forward. Those fools sounds about right. Every time something's disturbed, it's been scholars and excavators making chaos in caves and tombs, too curious for their own good. ]

No one ever learns to knock before they start digging.

[thepattern]

[ Geralt pushes forward, and Corwin keeps a place with him, using small bursts of kinetic magic to harmlessly reroute any incoming rocks. He doesn't want to expend too much energy right off the bat, just in case he needs it later. ]

Well, then. What do you propose we do about it? The damned thing's looking for a fight, if you ask me.

[ Shall they take it to him? ]

[gynvael]

[ There's a sigh in answer. He doesn't want a fight with a beast throwing a tantrum. He also doesn't want to wake up tomorrow morning with an entire city crushed to death under the weight of a hundred stones. ]

Let's see how amenable it is. [ Not very, he assumes. Is it even sentient? He can acknowledge there's a certain intelligence in building up a pile of rocks to heave it, instead of simply rampaging through a crowd. ] No more portaling totems?

[ Until he can afford to finally buy a horse, he's been going everywhere on foot—which is an irritation in and of itself. ]