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[ploughing]

[ There’s a near on six foot, completely albino man in heavy medieval armor, two massive swords strapped to his back, with a nasty scar down the left side of his face that bisects an eye that looks more like a demon possesed cat’s eye than a human’s. And he is... tilling a small garden. In some corner of the oxygen garden.

The comm device is set up against a nearby plant, more just tossed there than arranged, and gives a kind of skewed view, but he’s sort of more interested in multitasking while giving a monotone announcement. ]

If there’s someone this land belongs to, let me know. Otherwise, try to avoid stepping here. [ He’ll put up some kind of marker later, whatever. ] Once it grows, if you take anything, you owe me money.

[ That bit of totally manly gardening done, he’s pulling out some twine and sticking down twigs to make a perimeter around the area. See, marked off. All nice and neat. So don’t step on his shit, please. And onto something of more importance, he glances up to the screen - mild and unperturbed in demeanor. ] My name is Geralt of Rivia, and I’m looking for Witcher’s work. If that doesn’t mean anything to you - I hunt and kill monsters. If you need something done, contact me.

[ There’s a sound of a plant shifting off to the side, and he seems to remember something, tacking it on matter-of-factly. ]

Word to the wise. There’s a one-eyed elf hiding over- [ Glancing up. Squinting. Pointing. ] -there. If you look human, he’ll probably shoot you. Those less durable may want to avoid the area for a while. [ Ahem, carrying on. ]

A last thing - does anyone know where I can find a very strong alcohol? I need it for an alchemical base. [ Pause. ] And to get shitfaced.

Thanks.

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[ploughed]

[ Said one-eyed elf is sitting in a tree, poking around his phone trying to figure it the hell out. So far he's managed to engage the audio function, but he opts to shout down at the witcher anyway. Because he can. ] Really, Gwynbleidd? [ I mean he's fine with Geralt telling humans to fuck off his area, but that request for alcohol. Geralt, pls. ]

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[ploughing]

[ Uh, about what part, bro. Whatever, he's not that worried either way. Are you done hiding from the humans yet. ] Really.

[ Spoken in a 'are you really asking that' tone ]

(voice.)

[carbonite]

You're on a ship buddy, we share our misery here.

(voice.)

[ploughing]

What part made you think I'm miserable?

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[inebriety]

We have a few things at the bar.

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[ploughing]

[ O-oh. Bar. You have his ear, sir. ] Any you're willing to share?

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[wingedly]

Oh! You mean Iorveth! Are you one of his friends?

[ because you don't look human, yourself, buddy. ]

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[ploughing]

[ Wow, you are... tiny and precious. Are those wings? ]

His only friend, probably. I take it you've met.

[voice]

[doggedly]

Hullo, Geralt of Rivia, are you a witch or are you an alchemist?

[voice]

[ploughing]

Alchemist, not witch. Though I wouldn't really call it a profession.

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[angerissues]

A one-eyed elf that shoots people. [ Mason's repeating it partially to make absolutely sure he heard that correctly and partially because of disbelief. He's seen and dealt with a lot of weird shit (after all, he is a werewolf himself) but this sounds like a joke or something. ]

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[ploughing]

Or 'Iorveth'. [ Yup, that's pretty much it. Granted, he did at some point have two eyes before he was relieved of the one. It's not like he's a cyclops/elf hybrid. ]

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[puppydogeyes]

There's no money here.
Tell your friend if he shoots anyone he'll be getting time in the brig.

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[ploughing]

Do you run on barter instead?
Pretty sure he realizes. I'll reiterate.

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[servant]

You're going to get your armour dirty.

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[ploughing]

It wouldn't be very good armour if it couldn't stand some dirt.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

Where did the seeds come from?

[voice]

[ploughing]

They came with me. I had them in my locker. Why?

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[impitoyable]

And what is a monster, to you?

[ she's curious, at the very least.]

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[ploughing]

Things that kill people while not being people themselves. [ He's not a mercenary or assassin, despite how much some might want him to be. ] Usually not of the world I'm used to, but the occasional job to thin out the wolf or bear population comes up.

Then again, it's not always so cut and dry. [ Not everything that goes bump in the night is bad or needs to be dead, and while people get a kick out of hunting dragons, Witchers don't kill dragons and dragons don't usually give a shit about people. Unless they're hunting them. Like morons. ]

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[redhotsummers]

Did you want that tour still?

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[ploughing]

Yes. A friend already found the garden. [ The one in the tree looking to snipe people ] But I'd still like to see the rest of the ship.

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[altercate]

Monsters.

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[ploughing]

Yes?

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[tirade]

[ scarred men gardening and one-eyed elves shooting people, girl what is going on here. there's so much she could comment on, but obviously the important info comes first. ]

There's a fancy looking bar in the passengers quarters. Free pity drinks to congratulate you on your adventures in space. [ and then a pause, because if his friend?? likes shooting people, maybe geralt isn't so much for inebriated humans and loud music. ] Unless you're the brooding loner type. There might be some bottles they forgot to pillage in one of the kitchens.

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[ploughing]

[ Geralt's life is a shit show, he's over it by now. ]

Getting a voucher for that right out of the blue goo would have brightened up the space adventures. [ Well maybe nausea and confusion don't go great with drunkenness, but whatever, still seems like a good idea. There's a short twitch at the corner of his lips that might have been a smile if Geralt... made expressions ever. ] No, I prefer the company. Empty walls are shit for drinking contests anyway.

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[blunted]

And here I was, thinking the Oxygen Gardens were boring as fuck.

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[ploughing]

When dodging arrows gets boring, maybe we'll put up an obstacle course.

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[lifewithoutrest]

[The man on the screen makes for a rather imposing figure. But it's his words that Helen zeros in on. One word in particular. Monsters.]

And what exactly qualifies as a monster?

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[ploughing]

It depends. The usual guide is 'something that kills people, born from magic'. But not all things born of magic kill people, and not all things killing people deserves to die. [ He rolls a shoulder casually, thinking it over. There's a lot of in between, like dragons, the succubus in Vergen, and often enough people bitch about creatures bothering them that are drawn there by something the idiot people are doing themselves. ]

Most are apparent. The rest I use personal judgement for. [ This is Geralt trying his hardest not to say "If I think it needs to die, I kill it. If I don't, I leave it to burn down whatever village pissed it off." ]

ffff I didn't even see this post is backdating a little okay?

[handelaar]

[Although as far as Netherlands goes, between losing a good chunk the staff during the jump and losing two weeks of work last month due to, oh, the entire rest of the department getting lost, and then the lifts not working to bring anyone back - it's kind of expected that he's not really on the ball.

Doesn't mean he's not annoyed that he didn't catch this himself.]

What Tyke said. Your friend can't shoot anything.

fdjska no worries, totally cool with me!

[ploughing]

[ The immediate urge is to be a twatty twat and say 'actually he's pretty good at shooting things, that's sort of the problem', but he has enough sense and want to actually get along with these people at the moment to refrain. ]

I take it you're on his security force? [ Or someone else in some kind of in charge? Also his because Tyke is a dude name, right? 8|a Yeah maybe. ]