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[I know, Geralt says, and Jaskier hates it, hates how two little words have enough power on him to pull him forward, to make him walk until they're only one step away from each other. At least he has just enough self-control left (enough pride left) not to look up yet. Because he knows if he does, if he looks directly into those golden eyes while they're admitting once in their lives they were wrong, Jaskier is sure he won't be able to stop himself from giving in any longer.]

Is that your way of admitting you want my company?

[Again, so fucking unfair. This isn't the way he would've wanted to hear this. And yet his lips show just a slight curving and a calloused hand reaches out to pull at the witcher's sleeve. Just you - but also no apology. It's not different from the last twenty-two years, having Geralt only give him glimpses of a bigger picture, too stubborn and emotionally constipated to dare to do more.

Jaskier wants him back, it would be stupid of him to deny he does, but this can't happen again. He may still be a fool, but he's a fool who doesn't want to get hurt.]

If I'm not your maid, then what am I to you, Geralt? What do you want? And don't you fucking dare to say you want nothing. You wouldn't still be here if it was true.

You know how to rub a performer's ego, don't you? [But he's grinning, obviously pleased by all the compliments and the lookover, which under he practically preens.] House rules shall it be, then.

[The tip of his tongue peeks out in what is a very common Jaskier gesture that always shows up when he's thinking. Part of him wants to choose something deep and meaningful, but they've moved on from the subject of dreams and freedom, and he doesn't want to make things serious again. So perhaps something about them discovering this world?

Oh, he has a perfect one for that. Choice made, Jaskier looks down to talk to Dahlia, humming for the Igglybuff a very basic tune that she quickly picks up and hums as well, her little paws clapping along.]

♪ I wade under wonderful waterfall fountains until my feet are dry, I prance through unwandered upon fallen leaves where I can feel the breeze. ♪ [Jaskier's voice is soft yet powerful, obviously trained and in no need of a microphone to captivate an audience. He pats his thighs as he sings to help Dahlia with the rhythm - it's the kind of ballad you'd slow dance to, or sing to a child as a lullaby.] ♪ I can taste this wind like a fresh beginning, it sends chills through my bones, it sings lullabies in the soft tones that only the Earth knows, only Nature shows when you are alone in her majesty. ♪

[It takes Marvus a little while to approach the Salandit. He feigns disinterest from across the street, pretending to scroll through his timeline on his Gear while he scans the species of the little lizard and does some quick fact checking. Huh. Ok. Not local, so it either belongs to someone or it hitched a ride. Quick check on a few forums to see if someone's missing a Salandit and...no, so it's either a new occurrence, a lost wild Pokemon, or something weird is going on.

Man, he hopes it's something weird. It's all idyllic and plotless here half the time.

To his delight, when he crosses the street--his Poochyena, Batatinha, skittering after him on little legs--and leans down to address the Pokemon, it snatches his Pokegear and books it. Following after it in no great hurry, Marvus is even more thrilled to gradually recognise the male jadeblood from the train (despite how off he looks when hornless). The culprit behind the scam being someone who will likewise recognise Marvus is so much funnier than a complete stranger.

He lopes over casually, hands tucked in his pockets without a cane to keep them busy, smiling lazily. Batatinha, dressed in a little silky purple and yellow dog parka, stops a foot away from the Salandit and silently snarls at it.]

I know you can, buddy, and you an' I both know you're askin' the wrong question.

You will never know.

[Malleus chuckles, and answers the next question.]

Magic in general. Alchemy, history of magic, transfiguration, flying, potions, and some other boring subjects that would be useful in my world.

I have to admit, that's not how I necessarily expected that sentence to end. [Claude gives Jaskier his sauciest wink, but then subsides to listen. He doesn't want to distract the man from his performance!

Sturm watches, seemingly as entranced as his trainer, as Jaskier sings to Igglybuff music. Unlike Claude, though, his head is drooping halfway through the song, and by the end of it he appears to be dozing on Claude's shoulder...while still clinging there quite securely. Considering the peaceful, lullaby-esque tone of the music, this is probably some form of compliment.

Claude, for his part, is still very much awake, but the softness of the song and its poetic lyrics seem to have seeped into him. The cheeky frivolity from before the music is gone, replaced by something warmer and more genuine; the smile on his lips and the look in his eyes speak of someone who hasn't just passively had music played at them, but of a man who's been moved by it.]

Even through a device...that was beautiful. [He claps, softly. Whether this is because of the quiet mood inspired by the music, or to not wake his Toxel, is hard to discern, but it could always be both.]

[Since he's getting ready to sing, he doesn't get to reply to the innuendo (with possibly more innuendo), but his smile says it's appreciated anyway.

By now, Jaskier has learned of the power of his Igglybuff's song. And while he doesn't think she's using that particular power right now, he can't be 100% sure that there isn't any influence of it in her current humming. Put that with their chosen song having a lullaby vibe plus Sturm being a baby, and well- Jaskier definitely doesn't blame him for falling asleep.

He would've been offended if Claude had fallen asleep, but he hasn't. The exact opposite in fact: he's absorbed the music, he's allowed it to embrace him and moved him. A performer can't ask for a bigger compliment.]

Thank you, thank you. [He's beaming at the words and the clapping, Dahlia giggles with glee as well. Jaskier offers a quick bow of head and shoulders, not wanting to stand up for a full because of how odd it looks on camera. He only did it for Allura because motherfucking princess.] I hope the next one won't be through a device - and mayhap, when that situation arises, you'll honor me with a dance?

[ A : GEE, THANKS MOM. ]

[Jinx can only blink in confusion as she's oh-so politely ushered out with a "be safe out there, I love you!" from a woman pretending to be her mother- not that there's much difference from the real one, save that this woman was at least nicer about the abandonment- with the door shut behind her. She takes the door handle and gives it a slight twist but that thing isn't budging. ... Okay. Okay. OKAY.

... At least the fluffy, two-foot tall pony at her feet is cute. It looks up at her with big eyes, curious and... knowing, almost, and a little bit shy before it gently headbutts her leg affectionately. Jinx can't help but smile a bit and pet it's mane before sighing, one hand on her hip while the other cradles the supplies forced upon her. Jinx isn't stupid- and yeah, okay, she also just really likes unicorns!- and the affection from one is... jarring. Maybe it's time for a little introspection. But getting shoved out into a world she doesn't recognize with no idea of what to do seems like a bad time for it. No, the "world she doesn't recognize with no idea of what to do" seems far more pressing... where did she go from here? ]

Now what...?

[ B: CONNECTION ]

[ Adjusting isn't hard- though if you were looking at her right now you might think her some bored, snarky teenager who always belonged, self assured and not at all lost and ignoring the overwhelming feeling of what am i doing, where am i, what's happening, i can't fight my way out of this--. The world isn't completely unlike her own, after all, and she doesn't like thinking about the major changes for too long- not that she can avoid it when her magic, a piece of her very being, is gone. So instead she distracts herself with the... PokéGear. It's pretty much a cellphone, but she doesn't really like the Network. Consider her paranoid. Still, eventually she does flip it on. ]

So, I have a question as one of the newer arrivals-

[She'd watched what happened to her happen to a few others more before trying to distract herself with observations.]

Is there a... general 'help desk' or something? Or are we left to founder for ourselves for the most part? 'Cause I'm pretty self sufficient, but I'm still just a kid who got kicked out of her... 'house' and into another universe.

[ C: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE ]

[At least Jinx isn't standing around outside of a house that isn't hers for very long. There's soon sound coming from inside the house - the hustle and bustle of what would normally be the average family home if it weren't for, you know, everything Jinx just experienced. That's soon changed by a voice going-]

Hey, wait, hold up, just what's going on here-

[And that's when a teenager with piercings and a bag awkwardly clutched to his chest is shoved out the door.]

[Jazz blinks, having to acclimate to a lot of weird bullshit in a very short amount of time. It reminds him faintly of his "training" with the general in that respect... Although it's definitely more weird in literally every other way. There's a weird little creature clinging to his shoulder, too, which just whimpers variations of "Dreepy".]

[...And there's also a girl that seems around his age in front of him. Well. Probably around his age. Girls can be hard to figure out, especially when the two he knows are Valac versus Ix.]

[Well, at least she seems as confused as he does, along with the weird monster next to her. Shaking his head in confusion, Jazz looks around.]

I guess it'd be more luck than I have if you knew what was going on too, huh?

[ As she hears the ruckus coming, she steps to the side- 'Mom' isn't going to let them back in any time soon, so she doubts sneaking in during this commotion would work... and frankly, there didn't seem to be anything worth going back for anyways, given the lack of answers. So instead, she just waits to see who the other newest arrival is, giving a sympathetic but unimpressed look to him as he's forced to stumble out. She gets it. ]

Yeah, no, I got nothin'. I woke up and now I'm outside, and there are unicorns and...

[ She looks over the little dragon idly. ]

Really 'baby' dragons, I guess?

Edited 2020-12-24 19:48 (UTC)

You're right, it is a moving picture! And we mostly use them to record things that happen and send messages just like these through that network.

[She supposes this woman doesn't have anything like that where she's from, but...]

You've caught onto the workings of it all quite quickly, I must say.

I didn't think dragons came in baby size.

[And also mostly legless. But hey, it's sticking close to him for the time being, so... Out of pure habit, he looks over the other girl, and almost visibly pauses. His Pit ability isn't... kicking in like it should. It's a strange sensation, like wearing glasses that don't fit or feeling mildly drugged in a very specific portion of his brain.]

[What... the hell, actually.]

[Shaking his head, Jazz raises a hand to his head.]

Anyway, I'm Jazz. We're the only two around, so, may as well introduce myself, right?

Certainly not this small, but I guess they do... no back legs, huh? Maybe it's like a Chinese dragon...?

[That last part is muttered as she leans over slightly to get a better look at the little guy. Magical creatures must have been more common in this world- less hidden.]

So, I guess they're ours now. Okay.

[Personally, Jinx isn't sure she's prepared to take care of a small, tiny unicorn... but fuck it, she survived making sure the H.I.V.E FIVE were alive, right? Couldn't be harder than getting Gizmo to eat a goddamn vegetable for once in his life.

It's at his introduction that she actually remembers, oh right, people. Automatically she adjusts, shifting the backpack over one shoulder while still keeping a hand around the straps and stands up just a little straighter- eyes forward, head held high, self assured in these strange circumstances.]

Oh- right. I'm Jinx.

Oh, my, so it would appear I'm not the only one having a rather unusual day.

[ There's a man sitting on a nearby bench, soft-spoken and mild-mannered despite his... eccentric appearance - all unruly hair and pallid skin, wearing what appears to be an elaborate dark purple and gold robe. He blinks up at the girl owlishly, cocking his head to the side, the faded purple-blue bird sitting next to him cooing a soft 'oricorio' as it mimics his gesture. ]

As for your question - that is, if it was addressed to me or, I suppose, to anyone nearby - I do not know. I arrived here somewhat unceremoniously just as you did a short while ago myself, and I have yet to divine what purpose the Fates have in store for me. I am very sorry that I cannot be of more assistance.

Edited (let's not use the same word three times in as many sentences) 2020-12-24 23:43 (UTC)

[ OH GOD THERE WAS ACTUALLY SOMEONE AROUND- She did not jolt at the sudden voice, and definitely was not shocked when she looked at him, shut up. After a moment, however, the girl realizes- this wasn't just happening to kids... or just people from her world, given his attire. And suddenly she feels even smaller.]

I- no, it was... more rhetorical, I guess? But also not.

[It feels easier to cling to the things she does understand, or can at least explain- even if it's just her own confusion.]

... Your bird is pretty. ... Maybe we're not supposed to know?

[Jaskier stands before him, and Geralt wishes that he could still discern what the bard's feeling through his scent-- he hates this guessing, never being sure if he's reading the other man correctly. Is this how humans do it all the time? Just muddling through by guessing what each little facial twitch or tiny gesture means, like some esoteric silent language?]

[His hand tugs at Geralt's sleeve.]

Come with me.

[That's what he wants, without saying that he wants. Witchers do not want-- it's against their nature, against what they were made for. It shouldn't matter to him whether or not Jaskier walks with him, because witchers don't have friends and they certainly don't have loud, vibrant bards following them around.]

This can be whatever you want it to be. Just come with me.

I hope so, too. [Claude's smile is bright.] And I'd love a dance, actually! You know, I haven't danced with anyone since back in my school days? I mean, granted, a civil war consuming the continent cuts into those social opportunities pretty heavily, but it's still a shame. I'd be more than happy to rectify that with you~.

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[ The bird flutters her fan-like wingtip in front of her face demurely at the compliment. Orpheus glances at her, thoughtfully. ]

I think, perhaps, she is more her own bird than mine. Though she does seem to enjoy my company, if I do not presume too much?

[ Nodding, the bird coos another soft 'oricorio' in what appears to be agreement, earning a faint smile from Orpheus. He looks back up to the girl. ]

In any case, the creature accompanying you is also very fine indeed. A splendid beast. And maybe we aren't. Rarely do the weavers of our life's tapestry ever make their designs known to gods or men, though, it would be nice to have some indication? But also, maybe it is enough to simply savor the day, for now. The weather is very kind, here.

I don't think she'd stick around if she didn't want to, so you've got that going for you at the very least.

[She takes another look at the little unicorn, who's mane and tail looked like they'd eclipse her body with ease. She's been keen on staying at the girl's side, but different sounds and things moving in the distance catch her attention. When Jinx starts walking over- if only so she doesn't have to speak so loudly- however, the poor thing stumbles over her own hooves a bit to follow. Idly, she crouches beside the little unicorn a gentle pet. ... What? She was a thief, not a bastard.]

Clumsy little thing, aren't you? Probably pretty young. It's lovely, but now I'm worried- I don't know anything about taking care of animals.

[Her... old team didn't count.]

I guess. I think for right now, I'm not going to bother with trying to understand. I can already feel the headache that'd come from it. You're not from this place either, right? Is it.. is it any different from home?

[Come with me.

This- this is Geralt asking for his company, asking him to be his travel companion. It's not poetic and it's not really a question or truly expressive a want, but it's sincere. It's Geralt's, a language that Jaskier knows well. Because he does, right? Geralt is telling him he does know him, that all his guesses and not listening to Geralt's denial the past twenty-two years were right.

There's so much Geralt is saying today that Jaskier's always wanted to hear, and it's a lot to process. The words echo in his head, fighting against the little dignity he has left, when the second blow comes, hitting him on his chest and making him catch his breath.

This can be whatever you want it to be.

Jaskier finally looks up with wide blue eyes, not believing what he's hearing, searching golden suns for the truth they hide behind those words. It can't possibly be this easy, not when a few hours ago he was pining over her...

Ah. Wait.

He pulls his hand back as if it were burning (it's actually shaking a little bit) and he has to take a deep breath before he can speak again.]

DON'T! [He raises a finger in front of Geralt's face, but not for long. It's soon taken back as his hands start flailing in crazy gesturing, which is the perfect visual representation of how he feels right now: a mess.] Don't make promises that you don't even know what they would entail just to appease me! You have no idea what you're offering here.

[His voice becomes small at the end of the sentence, matching the way his heart is cowering not to be hurt again.]

I know you! You feel guilty. So you're going to do whatever it takes to make it better. And- [He gulps.] -it's not as flattering as you think it is. At least, not for someone like me, who knows you and your stupid-arse witcher logic. That's what you said, right? You said I know you. Well, I do! [He opens his arms wide.] And that means you can't buy me back with service. I want you- no, I need to know how you feel. What you actually want, not what you're willing to give up - because yes, you oaf, they're different things. I need this friendship to be reciprocal! In case you haven't noticed, I've already been making what I could out of this for the last twenty-two years, and what has put us here now is your running away from it! No more running from this friendship, witcher. No more "fuck off, bard". No more "we're not friends". No more being a dick to me! I don't mind some banter and teasing, gods know I won't stop calling you emotionally constipated, but filling-less pie? That hurts, Geralt.

[A sigh.] I want to go with you. Like burning. But only if things get better from now on. Because no matter how much I care about you- [His arms drop to his sides, feeling tired, and not precisely of gesturing.] -I don't want to go through this again.

[Well, this isn't what he was expecting.

Sure, it seems his Salandit could try to kick it up a notch when it came to speed, seeing as Marvus isn't the first to arrive after his successful pickpocket endeavor, but this was just getting tedious at this point. Except, now it's swift-kicked itself from tedious, to...well, not exactly terrifying, but it's not not?

At least there's that instinctual grip to his bloodpusher, and the spike of adrenaline that feels like ice through his veins, as he catches sight of Marvus. Further pushed along when he hears him. Were he just any purple blood, maybe it'd have been a little harder to recognize him—Lanque avoids those circles as much as he can—but Marvus is a special case.

Regardless of the dread he feels, it doesn't show on his face. Instead, he offers him an icy and aloof stare, before glancing at the Salandit hiding behind his legs.]

...Right.

[Making eye contact with his little thief, he nods his head towards Marvus.]

Give it back to him, we don't need that—got my own, remember?

[A point emphasized as he holds it up and into view.

With a quick glance from Lanque, to Marvus, to Batatinha, and eventually back to Lanque, the Salandit looks less than pleased by this decision. However, with an expectant quirk of Lanque's eyebrow, the little guy steps forth with a grumble as he holds out his short arms, offering the gear in his clutches, his gaze anywhere BUT on Marvus.]

Sorry about that. I have to say, I didn't expect to run into another troll, least of all you.

I'll never know, but I can always take wild guesses. [Claude grins, folding his arms behind his head.]

Transfiguration? Never heard of that...and flying? Do you mean with magic, or with a mount? We've got wyverns and pegasi people can fly on back home, but nobody actually flies with magic that I know of...

[Jaskier's eyebrows go up pretty quickly.] Since your school days! That's a sin if I've ever heard one! Forget about war, forget about politics, forget about bigotry, forget about everything: we shall bring fun back to your life, make up for all these years you spent on things that aren't pampering yourself. If it's rectification you want, rectification you shall have! [He bows for the screen.] And it'll be my honor to help you with it.

[Oh! Someone answered! She nods at the screen as she listens.]

It is not too dissimilar to the Sheika Slates in my own world. Though we do not have a video function.

[It's so fascinating... Could she modify her Sheika Slate to do the same?]

Is there a purpose besides messages?

[Claude bursts out laughing.] Finally, a man with his priorities in order! [He winks at Jaskier.] Well, the sooner we can meet in person, then, the better. I can't wait.

[That mutter he just barely manages to hear with those pointed ears of his is interesting... Chinese Dragon, huh? Jazz can't say he's ever heard of that particular breed... Although honestly he's more of a math guy than a biology guy. Maybe Professor Balam would know more about it.]

[At least his little "Chinese Dragon" doesn't seem too vicious. At Jinx's peering, he blinks up at her owlishly and leans a little closer in turn. A lot is going on for the little guy, needless to say, although at least not as much as the two teenagers here.]

Jinx, huh? Nice name.

[Genuine compliment, too - Jinx might not know it, but she's the kind of girl whose vibe would fit in perfectly with the demon world Jazz knows. He doesn't question the lack of last name introduced there; people have their reasons and demons especially so.]

[For now, he just slings his backpack over the shoulder not occupied by a tiny dragon.]

Anyway, I guess the question now is "kidnapped" or "illusion", huh? It feels real enough, but that doesn't mean anything...

[As the victim of deceit in multiple forms, well, listen... Jazz feels it's a legitimate concern to have.]

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