[ Ciri has noticed the place before but never ventured too close. Now, actively looking for it, she is faced with the realization that the noise coming from the bright, strangely-lit building is meant to be music.
There doesn't seem to be anyplace for Kelpie to go, as it's not the sort of building a horse would be particularly welcome, from the looks of it -- and it's very loud and bright and startling, the strangest and most dreamlike tavern(?) Ciri has ever seen, with unnaturally colorful lighting and all those people (the people Julie doesn't want to unmake, certainly) moving through it like a school of fish all glinting silver and gold and blinking in the dazzling lightning-flashes of bright cutting through the hazy dimness. She has moved through worlds like this before; there's something familiar about the garishly colored signs and lit-up letters in colors so vibrant they burn into the eyes. Familiar in the way a monster that should only exist in books is familiar. The sensation is not entirely pleasant.
Ciri lets her horse loose outside before entering and then makes her way further in, pushing through the crowd, the dozens of dancing bodies that don't seem to pay her any mind. They part with ease, dancing around her, moving to the thrum of the deep bass beat she can feel in her chest. It leaves Ciri on edge and a little overwhelmed. By the time she exits into the back of the building, the silence is an immense relief.
At least the wide, empty hall following it is something she can understand. The structure of it might not be what Ciri's used to, and the lighting also feels too washed out and bright, but it's quieter here. And she can see someone waiting. Someone with pink hair and a dress like glittering golden scales. Julie looks like some sort of fairytale spirit of fortune.
Ciri lifts a hand in an uncertain, vaguely baffled little wave.
Hon? ]
An accurate guess. Hello.
[ If Julie didn't already know Ciri is from Geralt's world, she may have been able to make a solidly educated guess, judging only on her appearance. Here, she even wears a Witcher pendant similar to Geralt's, which on one side sports the familiar wolf's head, and on the other the symbol of The Devil (which she hasn't been able to make disappear, even though she at least figured out how to make one side a wolf now, trading out her usual cat's head pendant for the one from Geralt's school because the Horizon makes it possible).
Having no need for armor here, Ciri's dressed simply in a cream-colored blouse with wide sleeves pushed up to her elbows, soft riding breeches with boots, and a loosely-laced leather bodice. Her sword is on her back as always, hair pulled into a loose bun at her nape, eyes darkly outlined and bangs framing her cheeks to pull attention away from the old scar that slices through the left half of her face. ]
I saw the people you mentioned. What is that place?
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There doesn't seem to be anyplace for Kelpie to go, as it's not the sort of building a horse would be particularly welcome, from the looks of it -- and it's very loud and bright and startling, the strangest and most dreamlike tavern(?) Ciri has ever seen, with unnaturally colorful lighting and all those people (the people Julie doesn't want to unmake, certainly) moving through it like a school of fish all glinting silver and gold and blinking in the dazzling lightning-flashes of bright cutting through the hazy dimness. She has moved through worlds like this before; there's something familiar about the garishly colored signs and lit-up letters in colors so vibrant they burn into the eyes. Familiar in the way a monster that should only exist in books is familiar. The sensation is not entirely pleasant.
Ciri lets her horse loose outside before entering and then makes her way further in, pushing through the crowd, the dozens of dancing bodies that don't seem to pay her any mind. They part with ease, dancing around her, moving to the thrum of the deep bass beat she can feel in her chest. It leaves Ciri on edge and a little overwhelmed. By the time she exits into the back of the building, the silence is an immense relief.
At least the wide, empty hall following it is something she can understand. The structure of it might not be what Ciri's used to, and the lighting also feels too washed out and bright, but it's quieter here. And she can see someone waiting. Someone with pink hair and a dress like glittering golden scales. Julie looks like some sort of fairytale spirit of fortune.
Ciri lifts a hand in an uncertain, vaguely baffled little wave.
Hon? ]
An accurate guess. Hello.
[ If Julie didn't already know Ciri is from Geralt's world, she may have been able to make a solidly educated guess, judging only on her appearance. Here, she even wears a Witcher pendant similar to Geralt's, which on one side sports the familiar wolf's head, and on the other the symbol of The Devil (which she hasn't been able to make disappear, even though she at least figured out how to make one side a wolf now, trading out her usual cat's head pendant for the one from Geralt's school because the Horizon makes it possible).
Having no need for armor here, Ciri's dressed simply in a cream-colored blouse with wide sleeves pushed up to her elbows, soft riding breeches with boots, and a loosely-laced leather bodice. Her sword is on her back as always, hair pulled into a loose bun at her nape, eyes darkly outlined and bangs framing her cheeks to pull attention away from the old scar that slices through the left half of her face. ]
I saw the people you mentioned. What is that place?