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[h3][color=a2d39c][u][i][b]Ciri[/b][/i][/u][/color]
Interactions: [@StaidFoal] and anyone else interested in meeting Ciri[/h3]

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How long has it been?

Ever since the last adventure to other universes, it had been uneventful after Ciri arrived back in her universe. Since then, it was just her, her sword, and the monsters of her world (at least for the most part). Of course she’d visit Geralt, Yennefer, Triss, Dandelion, and everyone else in her world that she had grown close to but for the most part, it was just her. And she didn’t mind it, Witcher’s usually worked alone on contracts.

And yet, she missed fighting side by side with others. With Kassandra and Aloy and Corvo and well… with the others in general.

As she sat down to prepare dinner, the buzzing pain in the back of her neck that she felt a few seconds ago before she sat down grew stronger before she began to lose feeling in each of her body parts. And then?

Everything went dark.

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Emerald green eyes opened to find herself no longer outside but in a room and with other people too. Once her eyes adjusted after she stood up, she saw the glass that surrounded them, which seeing as how they were trapped, she didn’t like that one bit considering the previous times she was imprisoned. Her attention then turned towards the woman standing on the walkway above them, mentioning a “Mister Luthor” before leaving.

If she had to take a guess, this man she mentioned was the cause behind everyone here being summoned to this place.

Her attention then turned towards the scraping noise, a hand flying up to her sword sheathed on her back to see the source: a man she had never seen before with a bat covered in wire. Her mouth opened to say something to the man’s various comments before it was closed by the woman who knocked him out and then left the room. “Right…”

With all of that out of the way, she looked around at those trapped here only to see three familiar faces: the man in the blue suit and helmet, known as Falcon, Corvo, and that girl that they encountered back on Remnant, Penny if she remembered what they called her correctly. However her attention focused on Corvo, one of the people she trusted the most the last time she found herself outside of her universe. She put her hand down and walked over to him, a slight smile appearing on her face.

“[color=a2d39c]Corvo? You’re here too? Seems like we can’t help but be dragged into these situations.[/color]”
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[h3][color=964B00][u][i][b]Tess[/b][/i][/u][/color]
Interactions: [@Thatguyinthestore], [@teapartybs][/h3]

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It was just supposed to be a simple job, drop Ellie off at the capitol building for the Fireflies, go home. Of course, nothing was ever that simple nowadays.

There was always a risk when taking a smuggling job, her and Joel knew that. A risk that someone could get bitten but she supposed that recently, they had been getting lucky and now? That luck was gone. It was like she told Joel, their luck had to have ran out sooner or later but she didn’t think it’d be sooner.

Hell, she didn’t think this would happen [i]at all[/i], she was always careful.

Now here she was, her 9mm pistol raised at the door with soldiers coming in at any second. This was the only choice she had, becoming a runner was something no one wanted to go through and that was something she had in common with them. As long as it also bought Joel and Ellie some time to get out, she’d go down fighting.

Before the doors opened however, she felt a slight buzzing in the back of her neck, something which Tess brushed off and ignored. Maybe it was just because of the infection which caused the pain, it wouldn’t matter anyways once those doors opened.

And open they did, soldiers coming through as she opened fire at the first soldier she saw.

Bullets flew, a few guards went down but at the end of the shootout? The military won.

So here she was, bullets through her arms, legs, and torso, laying on the floor of the capitol building and as she lost consciousness, the last thing she heard was a buzzing noise. Wherever she ended up, she at least knew that the infected were no longer a problem.

A world without the infected… that’d be paradise to her.

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Waking up in a pretty boring looking room, the woman stood up and saw there were others here, a lot of people from the looks of it. However her eyes adjusted a moment later and saw that there was glass surrounding them l a woman dressed like a scientist standing on the railing that was over them. From the way she spoke and the way she was dressed, there was a chance she had a stick up her ass.

Great… she ends up in the afterlife or wherever the hell this place is and not only does she have to meet with this Luthor guy but she also had to deal with a woman who didn’t seem like she could tell a joke.

Immediately her hand flew to her gun and took it out once she heard scraping to see a guy in a leather jacket with a bat covered in barbed wire. It didn’t take long for his comments to strike a chord in her though it wasn’t a good chord. Before she could say anything, that woman knocked him out and proceeded to leave the room before she could thank her, leaving her to put her gun away.

So now what?

Tess’ brown eyes looked around the place, seeing just how odd the people she were with looked like, she doubted she could see a friendly face here if there were people others knew like that white haired woman knowing someone else. But then she heard something and saw someone that changed that pretty quickly, hearing a kid call out to her dad before looking and seeing the source.

And who the source was looking at and walking towards.

From what she said and who she was saying it to, that was… no, Joel said she was dead and yet she herself should’ve been dead. If it wasn’t for the fact that she saw Joel off in a corner in the cage, who was very much alive last she saw him, she’d believe this was the afterlife. She began taking steps towards the familiar man in the corner, going slow. 

“[color=964B00]…[i]Joel?[/i] That really you?[/color]”
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