After Reima's disastrous first try at using the Dark Hand he decided that any ti he utilised any of the separated energies inside his soul he'd need to do it away from everyone else. And as such he began to spend his night inside the room of requirent instead of sleeping, as he didn't need as much sleep as everyone else it didn't really effect him physically or ntally, though his dorm mate was worried about where he was going every night.
A small Axii and plausible explanation had him stop asking questions however, which left Reima to try and train in peace. The majority of his free ti was of course spent trying to control his output of humanity, to allow him to use relatively delicate techniques like the Dark Hand, one thing that kept worrying him was the small whispers he'd occasionally hear, not loud enough to tell what they were saying but almost always present when he was trying to use humanity. Thinking over what Humanity actually is gives him a couple suspicions, especially when rembering Ollivander also may have heard sothing when examining his Staff of Manus. He wills it to appear and it's typical gooey black sli crawls out of his shadow and forms into the staff, looking at it carefully he mutters, "Just what are you hiding?"
As he's looking at it he's interrupted by the alarm charm he'd put down earlie to alert him when it was ti to go jogging with Ciri.
A couple days later Reima found himself back in the room of requirent with Ciri and Nerissa, the latter was going to town on a group of relatively difficult ard golems.
Reima was sat on a nearby rock watching her with Ciri next to him, taking a break from ntally exhausting herself to control her Pyromancy fla.
Reima "So, what are you going to do after all of this?" he asks, still watching Nerissa.
Ciri "Hm, huh?" she replies, apparently not hearing what he'd said.
He repeats his questions and her expression hardens, "I'm not too sure, eliminating the Wild Hunt in only a secondary objective."
He gives her a confused look.
Ciri "Don't get wrong, I want them to stop chasing after more than anyone else. But there are more dire problems that can only be dealt by ..."
If shes talking about the White frost then she's forgetting I also have the Elder Blood, Reima muses to himself.
Reima "What do you propose we do about the leaders of the Wild Hunt?"
Ciri's expression darkens, "Eredin, Imrelith, Caranthir, Ge'el's and Avallac'h will get what's coming to them, eventually."
Reima "Avallac'h? I thought he was assisting you?" he asks, confused as this wasn't how the ga went.
Ciri laughs, "Maybe he was, but it's all for his own agenda. All of them seek to control , Avallac'h is just using a different approach, their end goal is saving their race and world. Eredin and his followers seek to use the Elder Blood to invade other worlds with their entire armies in an attempt to outrun the White Frost which is slowly destroying worlds and eventually find a way to stop it.... Avallac'h on the other hand wishes for to sacrifice myself to stop it, though he never said that explicitly."
Reima "Is that why you hate him? Because he wants you to sacrifice yourself?"
Ciri shakes her head, "No, my problem with them goes farther back than that..."
Reima presses on, "Really? What did they do to earn such ire?"
Ciri growls to herself, apparently thinking about it, "They, tried to force to sire their kings offspring... "To return the blood my family stole", were their words on the matter."
Reima's brows furrow, "And Avallac'h had a hand in this?"
She nods, "He's the one that suggested it, though he wanted to be the one to impregnate , Eredin was the one that suggested it should be their king. I was fortunate in that king Auberon was addicted to fisstech and had no intentions to "lay with so human wench", the fact that I threatened to bite my tongue or cut my throat seed to stop them forcing into it. They valued my blood too much to risk losing it afterall."
Reima who was trying to keep a neutral expression during this can barely hold the scowl from appearing on his face, sick bastards. From the gas he had thought Avallac'h was rather comndable and morally superior than the rest of his race but it seems he was wrong. He's as sick and sadistic as the rest of them and he'll happily deal with him when he gets the chance.
"Why, why are you accompanying him then?"
Ciri shrugs, "He's the only one who could possibly help learn to control the Elder Blood, that and he might have so information on the White Frost that'd help stop it... I'd gladly give my life for our world and my friends." she states with certainty.
He nods, "Don't forget that I'll be coming with you, we share the sa blood and I'll not have you risking your life alone... Ok?"
She smiles and pecks him on his cheek and says "Whatever you say Rei." before standing up and getting back to training her control over Pyromancy.
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