674 Acting Casual

He drops the staff which dissolved into his shadow in a similar manner to the rest and retracts his aura before heading over to the Chapel where Geralt and Regis are now attempting to tend to Ciri.

She's on her hands and knees still groaning in pain from the Dimeritium wrapped around her neck... She claws at it but it won't budge an inch, Regis even tries to cut it with a claw but to no avail, it clings to her skin like a tick.

Reima "What's up with Ciri?" he asks, kneeling next to her.

Geralt "The Duchess put a Dimeritium trapped necklace around her neck." he growls.

Reima's brows furrow as he looks down at it, he reaches his arm close to it and tries to us the Severing Charm on it, only for it to dissipate... Right, Dimeritium is incredibly magically resistant... He can't really cut it with his physical strength because there is nothing to leverage, it being so tight that it digs into her skin.

He uses the index fingers from both hands and opens a tiny portal in between the chain, it resists for a moment but eventually gives. It doesn't snap, or even break... Simply slumping to the floor as it was cut.

Ciri rolls onto her back breathing heavily, relieved that the damned necklace was finally off. "Damn Duchess." she mutters.

Reima props her head on his thighs, giving her a lap pillow. "So... I hope you don't mind if I killed the Emperor." he says bluntly.

...

Ciri's eyes open wide, "You what?"

Reima wipes some of the sweat from her forehead with a towel he'd retrieved, "Yeah, I tore out his soul." he says, causing Geralt and Regis to give him a disbelieving look.

Ciri opens her mouth to speak but no words come out, she simply can't believe that her father was dead...

Geralt "Hmm, how'd you do it? I can't imagine the Emperor to venture out of Vizime without preventative measures being taken."

Reima shrugs, "He never left Vizima, he had his mages cast a projection spell... Too bad for him I'm one of the only people who you should never use that particular spell around."

Regis "Forgive me but, might I know who you are?" he asks, having expected to be killed and buried along with Geralt and Ciri.

Reima "I'm Reima Ludvig, you must be Regis right?" he asks, having heard of the vampire from Geralt.

Regis "You've heard of me?"

Reima nods with a devious grin, "Yes, Geralt was very fond of you... He'd whisper you name as he cried to sleep thinking about you."

...

Reima "Probably best we get going then... Oh, right. Regis, I'd like to formally invite you to join my city of Ichor... You don't have to answer now, but I'm sure you'll agree when you see the place."

Regis shrugs, "I am now an enemy to the Nilfgaardian Empire, I'd appreciate the help in hiding myself."

Ciri speaks up from Reima's lap pillow, "I doubt the Empire will last much longer, my father was the only thing keeping the factions from trying to seat one of their own on the throne." she says.

Reima opens a portal in front of him and Ciri, nodding for Geralt and Regis to go through, closing after the step through. He then closes it and looks at Ciri, "Will I ever have to stop saving you?" he says with a smug grin.

Ciri gives him a blank look, eventually leaning up and giving him a kiss, "I don't know... Nothing gets a girl hotting than watching her man kill an army led by her father..." she says, though, whether or not she's being sarcastic, Reima can't really tell.

Reima "I see you're wearing the cloak." he says, picking her up in a princess carry.

Ciri "Why wouldn't I? It's unbreakable, grants the best protection you can find, looks good..." she trails off.

Reima starts walking towards Toussaint, intending on retrieving Roach and the Thestral Geralt and Ciri had ridden to get here. "Ah, and I thought it was only for sentimental value." he says.

Ciri blushes slightly, "I didn't think that needed to be said." she says, turning away to prevent her face from being seen.

The stone path towards Toussaint looks ancient and decrepit after the Humanity had travelled over it, allowing the stone to crack under his steps. "You know, you could have come back and visited me any time... Running off with my Prospects without even saying hello hurts youknow." he says, noting the moment his Prospects had come back dressed like clones with painting on their masks... San's sure got a kick out of that, the "Feared Masked Warriors of Ichor" now dressed like jesters.

Ciri "I was busy... I assume you were too, if I had visited I doubt we'd be getting much done. Plus, it would be too awkward to tell Geralt where I had gone..." she says, Reima nodding at her reasoning.

Reima glances at her, "Why? He and Yen make it their mission to tell us when they're having sex." he says, remembering all the times they were doing something important, only to have Yen announce that she and Geralt were taking a break to use the "Unicorn"...

Thank god the Unicorns in Ichor weren't sentient, otherwise they'd riot if the found out what those two do to that poor taxidermy.