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Sarissa (ladyofsummer) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2020-01-07 11:01:00

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WHO: Sarissa and Geralt
WHERE: Lobby of Ostrich Villa
WHEN: Jan 7
WHAT: Geralt needs some help

Sarissa was settling back into mortal life much more quickly and more comfortably than she had in the Summer Court. Although to be fair, she had yet to settle into the Summer Court. It was difficult to do so, when the entire Court believed her to be a spy sent by Winter, and when the one person tasked with protecting her probably blamed her for the death of his love. Being a mortal - or at least pretending to be one - was so much easier.

It helped, too, that she felt useful here. She had picked up many skills over the centuries, including her nursing degree, and she was experienced in showing how the modern world worked to a creature who was accustomed to bygone days.

It seemed that Geralt was in need of both.

She spotted him immediately when she stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, and for a moment she froze. Geralt of Rivia , with his hulking build, white hair and pale skin, could have been one of Winter's Knights.

She forced herself to exhale. The current Winter Knight was Harry Dresden, and he was back in her real world, and she was powerful enough now that she no longer had to fear the Knight of Winter. Still, it took effort to quell her flight response.

She summoned a smile though, one that held the warmth and light of a clear summer morning, and approached.

"Greetings, Geralt of Rivia. I am Sarissa."

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ofrivia
2020-01-07 07:36 pm UTC (link)

The elevator still eluded him. Geralt had elected to take the far more sensible stairs when planning to meet with Sarissa. Although it took a slight toll on his injured leg, he had not been facetious when saying he'd been through far worse. A scar on his neck was proof of that, a Striga bite was far more painful, albeit lacking in toxins, and had nearly killed him once long ago.

When he heard the contraption's incessant ding to announce an arrival, Geralt's eyes darted immediately to her as she emerged. He took note of how she paused, seeming to hesitate. His amber eyes narrowed in confusion, seeming to try and work out if he looked familiar to her somehow and why she didn't strike a familiar chord at all with him. It wouldn't be the first time that happened, but they were from different spheres. Didn't make any sense to him.

She appeared to rally quickly, however, and so he dismissed the moment. If she had an issue with him, he would hear her out, otherwise there was no need to bring it up.

A dirty cloth was tied about his upper thigh, the same one he'd been wearing since he arrived in Goodland. He didn't walk with much of a limp as the pain wasn't severe, but there was a hint of favoring his right leg because of the injury. As a witcher, he healed quickly, but this bite had been deep and brutal. Some part of him almost wished it had been his end that night.

"Mm, well met, Sarissa," he nodded, amber eyes practically drinking in the sight of her. He restrained himself though, because there was tension from her, and not the kind he thrived on when in the company of a beautiful woman. "Thank you, again, for meeting with me. If I am to be stuck in this realm, I might as well be healed for my troubles."

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ladyofsummer
2020-01-07 08:02 pm UTC (link)

"Silver linings," Sarissa said drily. Now that she'd gotten over the initial shock of his appearance, she was able to assess his condition more thoroughly.

The bite must've been recent if it was still bandaged. That was good: she could do better with a recent injury than trying to fix one that had healed badly.

She offered her arm in case he wanted some support. She doubted he would take it; he had the look of someone who was self-sufficient to a fault. As she gestured to the elevator, she quickly extended her senses to diagnose his condition. Although his life force felt unfamiliar to her, it was the only one she sensed: there was no other force growing within him. Good news, if he feared infection.

"This is called an elevator," she said. "It'll take us to our floor. It's not far, but it's best to not to aggravate your injury until we know what's wrong."

The best course of action would probably be to take him to the clinic, but Sarissa had a thing about Being Helpful. She wanted first crack at helping out, before referring him elsewhere. Besides, Geralt had enough new things to deal with without her tossing him into the middle of a group of strangers as soon as he got in.

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ofrivia
2020-01-08 06:43 am UTC (link)

The kindness offered was met with a look of bewilderment. The Continent had been through such rough times, a warm hand was hard to find. Even the children were hardened and cold at times. Sarissa didn't know him at all and yet she extended a hand to him without question, apart from the initial shock she tried to conceal. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around it, and so quietly dismissed the offer with a vague shake of the head.

"Very well," he said, regarding the elevator with the utmost disdain. It looked like they would be trapped in a box. Although he was not at all claustrophobic, the idea of being trapped in some sort of contraption he could not altogether conceive did not set well with him. Then again, it was easily chalked up to being some newfangled sorcery.

When the doors opened to receive them, he immediately pressed against the frame to ensure they would not come back and slam into her. He had no idea of the predictability in these machinations. Gesturing for Sarissa to enter first, having surveyed the interior and deeming it safe, he waited until she'd done so to follow suit.

"A ghoul's bite is ordinarily fatal," he informed, glancing down at the soiled makeshift bandage. "I'm free of those toxins now, but the wound itself may require stitching or further tending." He had buried himself in drink the night of his arrival, and so had yet to bother looking at the injury at all as of yet.

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ladyofsummer
2020-01-08 05:48 pm UTC (link)

Two seconds in, and Geralt of Rivia had already mastered the art of holding the elevator door. He might have a chance yet.

Sarissa, despite her inner amusement at this detail, was all business when she replied. "Fatal, not infectious? You're not in danger of turning into a ghoul yourself?"

The rag looked filthy, and he was right to be concerned about infection from the wound itself. She was acutely aware of the trillions of bacteria crawling around the rag and in his open flesh. And all on his body, in fact. Geralt looked - and smelled - like he'd rolled around in horse dung. Fortunately, Sarissa was used to worse.

The doors opened again shortly - one floor wasn't very far to go - and now she held the door for him to step out. Once he had, she led the way to room 1E, where she pulled out a key from her pocket to unlock it. Such a simple lock didn't require her to use a key to bypass, but she was attempting to pass as a mortal as much as she could. Fortunately, the keys in these times were made from alloys, rather than iron.

"Come, sit on the couch there - that's the long seat." And hopefully Luke wouldn't return until she had a chance to clean it, or he was in for an unpleasant surprise.

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ofrivia
2020-01-13 03:08 pm UTC (link)

Geralt had one thing going for him, he was a quick study. Vesemir had liked that about him, which was precisely why they'd gotten along so well. The witcher had become more than a mentor to him growing up, he'd assumed the role of father he never had. He doubted he would have made it through the ensuing training at Kaer Morhen without him.

"No, fortunately it does not work that way. Not for me."

He nearly jumped as the elevator doors gave a ding and announced the floor. Looking up and around in a bewildered fashion, he eventually shrugged it off and followed after her. It was just another mystery best left unexplored for now. His wound was far more important. While the old man had helped him, and so had his mother for that matter, he didn't trust either of them to have succeeded. Granted Geralt wasn't sure of Sarissa, he was a sucker for a brunette.

Following her orders, he took a seat on the unusually long seat. Surprised lit his face at how comfortable it was, too comfortable. Geralt was unnerved by everything in this realm and it showed, but he disregarded that quickly just as he had all else. So, he focused on unwrapping the dirtied cloth and tossed it onto the table before him. The wound was healing well, but could use some additional doctoring. No stitches would be required, and it would leave a nasty scar. Just one more for him to add to his collection.

He looked at it slightly pleased. "Hmm. Better than I expected."

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ladyofsummer
2020-01-14 04:03 am UTC (link)

"If you expected rotting flesh and a cut to the bone," Sarissa said drily. But it was better than she had expected as well; whatever was protecting him from the ghoul's bite might have fended off any sort of infection from that soiled rag.

She examined the wound a moment. "It's not terribly deep," she told him. "You won't need stitches, but it'll leave a scar for you to talk about. Here, put your leg up on the table, and don't move."

With the order given, she carefully gathered up the cloth - more to preserve the new species of bacteria she sensed crawling around in it than to prevent it from dirtying up the apartment. She was going to have to study them later.

In the meantime, she set it aside in a bag, out of the way, and grabbed the first aid kit from the kitchen. Fortunately, Geralt's wound wasn't severe enough to require anything more than some disinfectant and some bandages.

"This will sting," she warned before she applied the disinfectant. Then she reconsidered. "It'll sting for most people. You'll probably just feel a tickle."

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