❧ IC INBOX: Abraxas

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[cryptsleeper]

It may still be so, depending on what they choose to do with them. If they simply hoard and make no use, then an argument for neutrality remains.

[It is a little piece of speculation, and Alucard has to admit, he doesn't much care either.]

And I did not. If I was not running interference, then I was spending roughly half an hour as a few dozen stunned bats. [Has Jaskier told Ciri about the bat incident? He's not sure.] Being impacted by a magic based attack is a novelty for me.

[Moreover, and more importantly, he's filled his current plate up with pierogi. Golden eyes move towards a stack of clean dishes beside the sink.] Could you bring two more plates over to where I am, please?

[wiedzminka]

Who attacked you?

[ Ciri obliges, bringing over the plates as he asks. And yes, she knows about the bat incident (a fascinating power, considering she knows a vampire can turn into one bat, but many of them is new).

Once the plates are handed over, she decides to grab one of the large bottles of ale (an excellent invention) out of the ice box (another excellent invention that's impressed all of them). Yanking the cork free, Ciri stops the foam trying to bubble out by taking a swig right from the bottle before raising it in offer. She cocks her head in question. ]

Bottle or cup?

[cryptsleeper]

Not a face I know, meaning it is either someone newer or someone who was never thrown into Thorne's cells.

[Alucard shrugs. Both options are valid. He probably should care more, lest this happen again, but now he knows what to be on the look out for. A worthy experiment at any rate, even if it was not a complete outlet for his anger.

Ciri may busy herself with the icebox, but Alucard's attention returns to the pierogi. He has...probably two dozen left, based on the remaining dough. Just enough to move onto the desert pierogi filled with raspberry jam.

He takes the jar, smears a dollop onto the dough, and repeats the process.]

Neither until I'm entirely done, thank you. I-- [oh.

Alucard's eyes go back towards the ice box.]

I have no idea how to fit all of these in there.

[wiedzminka]

[ It's becoming clear quickly enough that Alucard doesn't really have any information that will be of use to her. That's fine. She could press, ask him for details on who was there, what they looked like--

But in the end, Ciri doesn't care that much. And she suspects Alucard would get prickly and unhelpful over it, anyway. What is the point? It's only one person she actually wants to know the status of, and she's not willing to ask in such detail. She will hear from Yennefer soon enough, surely. ]

Why put them in the ice box? Just boil them.

[cryptsleeper]

Because if you freeze them, then you don't have to eat all of them immediately. That leaves the possibility of a longer stockpile.

[He could go on, say if Ciri's inclined to just boil it he'll need another set of hands, but that isn't strictly true and she seems to have far more important matters on her mind. The dhampir respects that much, just as he always continues to play by the rules of never poking at what is below the surface. If someone is inclined to share, it'll happen.

But he'll make an offer.]

If anything else stands out in my memory over the next few days, I'll let you know.