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[rollstoseduce]

Who: Jaskier rollstoseduce
What: New arrival tries to understand the city and tries to rescue a kitty
When: Last week of June
Where: Central city
Notes: Using this log to move Jaskier's arrival TDM prompts and organize closed threads. If you want to plot anything more specific, feel free to hit my intro comment!

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[whetter]

[ Childe makes the assumption that Jaskier is following when he starts his broad strokes to the surface. the elements are something that he's not unused to, but if he were going to do something death-defying, he'd rather it be with a weapon in his hand.

this is some kind of test – a challenge, maybe – and he decides that he'll rise to it, whatever it is. while grandiose thoughts of pushing himself to the limits overtake his mind, a convenient bubble lazily captures him and rolls him into it like a cradle.

the harbinger sighs, feeling a little put out from being squished and rocked in what feels like a cradle. ]

You don't want to die in the water, do you? I heard drowning isn't the best way to go.

[ while Jaskier pokes and prods and yells, the tone is a little muffled, but he gets the gist of it. ]

[rollstoseduce]

How observant of you, [He sarcastically replies as blue eyes glare at Childe.] How dare anyone not enjoy the feeling of being dragged away from their beds only to be dropped in the middle of the bloody ocean together with fucking objects from the past that may as well be haunted as far as I know--!

[It seems the bubble is doing a wonderful job at providing air because Jaskier won't stop ranting. To be fair, though, Childe's words do have the intended effect: now that Jaskier has been pushed into a ball of offended fury, he's determined to demonstrate he's better than what Red implied, so he begins swimming with as much energy as he still possesses. It's not bad at all for a man his age, honestly, the alcohol is probably holding him back a bit.

When he finally runs out of things to criticize, he stares at Childe with his brow furrowed for a second before finally asking.]

Do you have any idea of what is this all about?

[Or are you judging like an arse, his tone implies.]