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[helborn]

[There's a very fuzzy quality to the broadcast. It's fading in and out, too, like it's hard to concentrate.]

Phillip. Out on the moors. Couldn't... kill him.

Look away if you're squeamish.

[There's a few long seconds of silence, before there's a very fuzzy picture. There's a background that looks like the edge of the town, but the main focus is an uncovered arm.]


[The flesh around the palm and part of the flesh around the forearm are completely eaten away. There's blood, but it's a strangely lighter color than standard human blood. It's also clear by the way the bone and muscle are twisted that the radius bone is pulled out of the position it should be in.]

Don't... don't go. Don't go without... if you have to, bring some chicken or something...

... Can heal, but... lost a bunch of blood. Probably could get tracked from it... so tired...

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[fridgeninja]

Are you still on the moors?

[helborn]

[It's a few seconds before he responds. It's the image of a store near the edge of town.]

Got out of there.

[fridgeninja]

Good.

I'm going to lecture you later.

[helborn]

Please wait until my skin is covering the correct things thanks...

[The end of the response trails off, and there's a stronger feeling of fuzziness.]

[fridgeninja]

That's why I said later.

[fridgeninja]

... Is everything... mm, no, wrong question.

What's happening?

[helborn]

I. Um. Lost a lot of blood. I mean. Not "I'm immediately going to die" amount. But yeah. A lot... a lot of blood. And my bone is broken and it hurts too much to be able to push it back into place. I don't... want to try to start healing and then heal it wrong.

[itsananimalthing]

[Well, damn. He'd been trying to keep that on the down-low.]

Human food ain't gonna do it, kid.

I'm gonna bring his brains back. He might remember me from last time and let me close enough to get it done. And if he don't, well. I heal pretty fuckin' fast.

[fridgeninja]

[That is a huge relief.]

Riddick-san. Thank you.

[itsananimalthing]

[There's a sense like a shrug.]

Probably shoulda done it sooner. I knew it was possible he'd show up, just kinda hoped after a couple centuries he'd be gone.

[fridgeninja]

If you need any backup...

[itsananimalthing]

Really rather not risk anybody just yet. And really rather not gang up on Phillip for now.

Maybe if it don't work, I'll give a holler.

[helborn]

He seemed to like it when I got him some...

... Thank you.

[itsananimalthing]

Like it, yeah. Doesn't mean it helps.

Sometimes he's lucid, sometimes he just wants to eat your skin.

[helborn]

... I thought it was worth a shot.

[itsananimalthing]

Hey, ain't a bad thought. I tried it last time, too.

[hatesportals]

Riddick, right? If you need backup in case he doesn't remember you, I can be there to help take him down without killing him.

... and I might be able to get some human meat to lure him out. Would have to break in to the morgue, though.

[itsananimalthing]

I could just straight-up make some outa liminal space, don't hafta go stealin' shit. But he'll eat just about anything. Don't know that I'll have to do any luring, whether he remembers me or not. He can be reasonable a lot of the time.

[hatesportals]

... you can do that?

[itsananimalthing]

A lot of people can do that. Guessin' nobody filled you in yet.

Action OK?

[hatesportals]

Dammit-- hold on!

[Geralt usually doesn't like to butt into other people's conversations unless it's really, really important. This qualifies as really fucking important.

He's able to recognize from Souji's conversation where Casper is - near the edge of town, just out of the moors. Geralt sprints there as fast as he can, mentally cursing and wishing that he still had Roach. Travel by horse was always so much faster...]

Cas!

[He manages to slow to a halt a few feet from him, quickly moving to Casper's (uninjured) side to support him.]

Easy, now, easy. You staying at the inn?

No problem.

[helborn]

[Casper's on the ground. His arm's still bleeding, but it's slowed a bit. The blood's a little lighter than is probably normal, and smells a little sweet... but he's at least alive.]

[His gaze is a bit unfocused, but he does manage to look at Geralt.]

H... hey. I'm staying there, yeah. I just... need to get this to stop bleeding... I can't focus enough to heal...

[hatesportals]

[Definitely confirmed as "not human", then. Good to know.]

Gonna get you out of here and onto the main street first. Creature eats flesh, probably has a nose for blood too. Think you can walk?

[If the answer's no, well... he could always carry Casper.]

[helborn]

... Probably. Just...

[He attempts to stand, taking a deep breath and leaning most of his weight on his false leg.]

Come on... don't let any of my blood get inside of you. Just... so you know. Probably a bad idea. In case that's a thing you do.

[hatesportals]

Not a vampire, kid. I'm a witcher. I hunt vampires. Most of 'em, anyway.

[Thankfully Geralt is superhumanly strong. It's no feat at all to keep Casper upright. Slowly, he starts leading them toward the center of town, taking a furtive glance over his shoulder every few seconds.]

So Phillip's definitely infiltrating, then. Least we know where he is.