[ That's lucky. Ciri doesn't even bother responding. She waits for the light to hit the sky, and she's off -- running at first, then Blinking a couple hundred feet at a time toward the signal, when she pinpoints where Jayce is.
She goes from being visible just down the street, where she turns a corner at high velocity, to appearing in a flash of white-blue light in front of him. She looks a mess, clothes torn and dirty, smeared with blood. Scraped up and limping a little, but upright.
[ Jesper knows that Ciri can teleport so he isn't surprised when she appears so suddenly. He has his satchel full of medical supplies over one shoulder, although some of it is depleted but enough for what they'll need, hopefully. The soldiers have just walked off with people on a stretcher and he puts the communicator in his pocket for now.
He has a shovel and a crowbar on his back the way people carry weapons, and it's solely for what this situation calls for, the need to get rubble out and pull pieces of building off people. Trust Jayce the toolmaker to think of that. He's covered in sweat, grime, and dust himself, although no blood. That's probably about to change.
He nods grimly, he understands this is serious. ]
Show me. Tell me on the way what happened.
[ They can run if she doesn't want to teleport them. Jayce is at peak health for a normal human, he can run fast. ]
[ She wouldn't have offered; Ciri doesn't trust herself portalling anyone else, not after what happened with Viktor, not unless it's an absolute life-or-death emergency and it's safer to take her chances with the Singularity fucking up her powers than to stay. Right now, that's not the case.
She keeps pace with Jayce, ignoring the ache of her badly bruised hip. It's nothing she hasn't had a hundred times over. ]
We were ambushed by some fuckers. Looters or bandits. Doesn't matter. Trapped us in a half-collapsed building, and there was an explosive--
The building came down on Dean. Geralt's getting him out. Don't know in how many crispy pieces.
[ She gives him any more details he asks for on the way, words short and clipped and breathless. Thankfully, it isn't far. And it seems Geralt's gotten Dean out, which is already a relief. ]
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She goes from being visible just down the street, where she turns a corner at high velocity, to appearing in a flash of white-blue light in front of him. She looks a mess, clothes torn and dirty, smeared with blood. Scraped up and limping a little, but upright.
And grimly urgent. ]
Come on. I'll show you where.
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He has a shovel and a crowbar on his back the way people carry weapons, and it's solely for what this situation calls for, the need to get rubble out and pull pieces of building off people. Trust Jayce the toolmaker to think of that. He's covered in sweat, grime, and dust himself, although no blood. That's probably about to change.
He nods grimly, he understands this is serious. ]
Show me. Tell me on the way what happened.
[ They can run if she doesn't want to teleport them. Jayce is at peak health for a normal human, he can run fast. ]
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She keeps pace with Jayce, ignoring the ache of her badly bruised hip. It's nothing she hasn't had a hundred times over. ]
We were ambushed by some fuckers. Looters or bandits. Doesn't matter. Trapped us in a half-collapsed building, and there was an explosive--
The building came down on Dean. Geralt's getting him out. Don't know in how many crispy pieces.
[ She gives him any more details he asks for on the way, words short and clipped and breathless. Thankfully, it isn't far. And it seems Geralt's gotten Dean out, which is already a relief. ]