[An itch under his skin, since the spiders first showed up. He tracked their movements like he would with any wild animal, listens to their skittering noises, watched - as much as he could - their metal bodies glisten in the half-light of the one candle he managed to light up, having to use a match instead of the Igni sign.
Next to him, his traveling companion is still paralyzed, their leg wound having just been stitched up by the spiders. Spiders. How is it possible? How can they do such a thing? Geralt prides himself in knowing about most creatures that roam the Continent, but he's never seen anything quite like these. They don't - they don't look natural.
Once he can move again, he scratches at his forearm forcefully, the itch impossible to resist, and grabs the fireplace poker he's found in a house just a couple of days ago. He crouches by the vent he's sure he's seen the spiders disappear into; it's like he can still hear them, their metal legs clicking against the metal of the vent. If he could only catch one...
Fitting his poker against the vent, he starts pushing, muscles tensing under his clothes, willing the screws to pop lose. If he can just reach inside...Get a hold of one...]
- Four
[A door slams. Children laugh and scream in turn. Geralt turns around sharply, brandishing the piece of metal he's using as a poor excuse for a sword - Geralt never thought he'd miss having Hattori around, but here he is. There is nothing in front of him.]
Who goes here?
[Missing his senses is making seeing in the dim light difficult, and he can't focus on anything like he should be able to; nothing stands out to him, even when he regulates his breathing and tries to empty his mind from interfering thoughts. Nothing is happening, like his sense suddenly abandoned him, like - he's broken.
He walks forwards some, trying to discern any children in the room he's in. There's no one. Throwing the door open, Geralt jumps out, still holding his weapon out in one hand, but - nothing.
Faintly, in the distance, music starts playing. Is it a wraith? Geralt has absolutely nothing on him to work for bait for any kind of beast. Maybe it's just someone playing a prank.]
Geralt Of Rivia | The Witcher 3
[An itch under his skin, since the spiders first showed up. He tracked their movements like he would with any wild animal, listens to their skittering noises, watched - as much as he could - their metal bodies glisten in the half-light of the one candle he managed to light up, having to use a match instead of the Igni sign.
Next to him, his traveling companion is still paralyzed, their leg wound having just been stitched up by the spiders. Spiders. How is it possible? How can they do such a thing? Geralt prides himself in knowing about most creatures that roam the Continent, but he's never seen anything quite like these. They don't - they don't look natural.
Once he can move again, he scratches at his forearm forcefully, the itch impossible to resist, and grabs the fireplace poker he's found in a house just a couple of days ago. He crouches by the vent he's sure he's seen the spiders disappear into; it's like he can still hear them, their metal legs clicking against the metal of the vent. If he could only catch one...
Fitting his poker against the vent, he starts pushing, muscles tensing under his clothes, willing the screws to pop lose. If he can just reach inside...Get a hold of one...]
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Four
[A door slams. Children laugh and scream in turn. Geralt turns around sharply, brandishing the piece of metal he's using as a poor excuse for a sword - Geralt never thought he'd miss having Hattori around, but here he is. There is nothing in front of him.]
Who goes here?
[Missing his senses is making seeing in the dim light difficult, and he can't focus on anything like he should be able to; nothing stands out to him, even when he regulates his breathing and tries to empty his mind from interfering thoughts. Nothing is happening, like his sense suddenly abandoned him, like - he's broken.
He walks forwards some, trying to discern any children in the room he's in. There's no one. Throwing the door open, Geralt jumps out, still holding his weapon out in one hand, but - nothing.
Faintly, in the distance, music starts playing. Is it a wraith? Geralt has absolutely nothing on him to work for bait for any kind of beast. Maybe it's just someone playing a prank.]
Come out, come out, wherever you are...