Elder Blood Witcher 475 A Vampire Goes To The Beach... That's The Joke.

Nerissa "Pervert." she states as she walks up and throws the unconscious woman over her shoulder, she starts moving towards the centre of the island to where this "Cabin" Ciri had talked about should be.

Reima "Ah, come on Snuffles cheer up! If you don't laugh at my jokes then there must be something wrong with you." he says as he briskly walks to her side.

The vampire is about to reply but is stopped as Reima holds his arm out in-front of her.

Reima "Wait, somethings in the fog." he says, with Nerissa nodding as her nose twitches.

He retrieves his Silver sword from his back as Nerissa does the same with Iaito, Ciri's weight seemingly not even affecting her. Reima leans his head to the side as a claw manifests from the fog and swipes past where his head had been. He spreads his Observation Haki and finds that all the fog surrounding them is part of the creature.

Reima glances at Nerissa who's rapidly scanning everything around them, "It's called a Foglet, it's not that strong but can transform into fog. All you need to do is wait for it to strike or-"

He uses Yrden and creates a large circle around them that traps the Foglet and reveals it's true form.

Reima "Trap it." he states as he looks at the grey skinned hunched over creature that growls at them.

Nerissa steps forward and slashes at it, severing one of it's arms completely which makes it fall backwards and out of the trap, allowing it to transform into fog again.

Reima sighs in disapproval, "Shoulda gone for the head." he says, while wondering why the phrase seems to familiar to him. Regardless he brings his hand up and fires a Great Combustion at where the Foglet had ran, though if compared to other Pyromancers it'd count as a "GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, SUPER GREAT COMBUSTION!" The Dark Red flames light up the area and incinerate everything in it's path, even the Foglet hidden by the mist.

Nerissa starts to sheathe her blade but is stopped by Reima "Our world isn't as peaceful as your old one. This island is absolutely infested with creatures..." he says as he makes a grab to the side at nothing, though his hand wraps around the throat of yet another Foglet as it materialises. He crushes it which kills it instantly but Nerissa gets the point he's trying to make.

Eventually they make it to a dingy cabin in the centre of the Island, Reima feels the need to give it a few knocks but there isn't a reply from inside. Opening the door they immediately get a whiff of the insides, dust, mould and other smells of decay as prominent. He uses Aard to push out the stale air before heading inside and laying Ciri down on the bench at the far end of the room.

Reima sits down next to her and examines her condition, wondering if this was planned by Avallac'h or not. Checking her pulse he finds that she's in some sort of Hibernation... Even her magic is running lower than it ever had before, almost as if it's being suppressed. This must be why Avallac'h said the Wild Hunt wouldn't find her here, her magic wouldn't be visible to them due to her current state.

He lays a few blankets over her as he lights a few candles around the room to make it more comfortable, then he retrieves two large sofa's that he plops down at the right side of the room. He drops onto it with a sigh as Nerissa sits next to him.

Reima "I have no idea how long we'll be here... I know Geralt's going to be heading here eventually... But eventually is a long time."

Nerissa shrugs, "Is Ciri ok?" she says, Reima wondering if this was the longest sentence she'd muttered in a while.

Reima nods, "Just a magic induced coma.. Sort of, she'll be fine." The vampire nods with what Reima a.s.sumes is a relieved expression.

They sit around and rest for a while, Nerissa eventually puffs her cheeks and looks at him. "Bored." she states.

Reima scratches the back of his head before pulling out Carimir from his s.h.i.+rt, the white cat still sleep even after being moved from it's favourite spot. This soothes the girl as she strokes the cat with a placid expression fora while... Reima was just about to have a nap when he hears it yet again, "Bored."

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Reima throws his legs forwards and gets up, "Fine, you're bored... Wanna take a look around the island?"

Nerissa nods, placing Carimir under the blankets that're covering Ciri.

Reima casts a few heavy wards around the Cabin to prevent anything getting in, or out. He leaves with his Silver sword in hand, Nerissa mimicking him with Iaito.

Reima "So, where'd you wanna go? It's your choice... To be honest this might be a good way of introducing you to this worlds inhabitants."

Nerissa nods and points at the sh.o.r.e-line that's being gently swept by waves. She eyes it with interest as if she's never been to the beach before... Wait, Reima realises that may just be the case...

They walk down to it, Nerissa having a perplexed expression at the feeling of sand slipping in-between her toes...

Reima walks just behind her and observes as she drags Iaito through the sand to form a smiley face. He's glad she's enjoying herself and experiencing something knew, though, happy moments never last. As he spots numerous hunched over figures crawling out of the water towards them.