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Mar. 12th, 2022 02:51 pm
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Date: 2022-09-16 12:04 am (UTC)
wiedzminka: (one hundred & forty-four.)
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[ 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.

And grimly urgent. ]


Come on. I'll show you where.

Date: 2022-09-16 03:00 am (UTC)
wiedzminka: (one hundred & ninety-seven.)
From: [personal profile] wiedzminka
[ 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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