"ooohhh I do, I do!" exclaimed Turt, running into the room wearing Mario pajamas and a duck hat.
"You are why every morning feel like a monday Turt" laughs Geralt as he walks in holding two cups of coffee in each hand.
Seeing everyone is present, Geralt puts all the cups on the table "sup, oh uh...Freya...right?" he asks looking at Frida "I didn't know what kind of coffee you like, so just got you a light with two equals...that fine?" he ends with downing one of the cups of coffee.
Devic notices the coffee in Geralts hands. Even out with me. How long ehh, did you want to keep the secret identity from us? She pulls her hoodie over her nose as she says so, in reference to his cowl.
"honestly? Never planed on telling ya. I've learned that a bit of secrets were very helpful in this kind of business. but I geuss it was my fault, Turt must have assumed that since we're a team that you all knew already...or something, don't always know with him" Geralt shrugs out, looking fondly at Turt jumping around singing about pancakes.
"there's also the fact that when I get into uniform, I feel like a completely different person. Not the wimpy college student with no friends, no love life, and who lives in a crappy apartment with his younger brother, that I know I am...but something...cooler I guess?"
Fully looking at Devic, Geralt continues while beginning to look quite bashful "...and I felt that if you guys saw the guy I really am, I'd lose any respect I might have gained...but since my secrets out, can we start over? So I'm not the barely talking serious guy I was in the funhouse? he holds out his hand to Devic "hi I'm Geralt Snacko, nerd, procrastinater, and closet gymnast, I like coffee, my brother, netflix, and moonlighting as a superhero."
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Yelis's ears perk up as the pancakes are brought out. "Mmm, yes. All is forgive, good sir." He waved a hand dismissively at Geralt. "Oh, don't feel bad about it. I would have found out as soon as I felt like it. 'S simple really- I just show up as him when he isn't around, and check the reactions." He snapped his fingers, and turned into Moment briefly before turning back. "Oh, eh, I'm not tied to one human form like most kitsune. Fair's fair, I figured I'd let you folks know. I'm pretty much a slob about my identities by my family's standards." He stopped, looking down at his plate.
"These are really good pancakes. I'm magicking my pancakes to taste like this from now on."
Some secrets are worth keeping I suppose. She briefly glances down at her phone, fixing her sweatshirt.
Can't say I like that though...Devic looks away at this point.
Mne nuzhno nayti khorosheye vremya ya dumayu...
Have any of you heard of the Night Shift? Seeming to have completely missed the pancakes so far.
Geralt deflates abit and slowly retracts his hand. "I'll give it some time then..."
At the mention of the night shift, Geralt asks "You mean shifts as in work or...?"
She breathes a relieved sigh. *phew* Alrighty then. Hello Geralt. Sorry I haven't ehh, been honest myself. My name is Devic Zaitsev, I am poor at speaking to others, and I suppose fairly decent tinker.
Ammon listens eating his pancakes, happy that the others are getting along. Thank you Yellis, this was my first time cooking without breaking and or burning anything After a few minutes, Ammon looks up at the from his food, Well i guess it's my turn to reveal something a bit more substantial then. My full name is Ammon Jacobs, I'm from A small town near London, I'm pretty good with a sword and blacksmithing and my real father is a Qlippoth. I still kind of hear him in my head sometimes Ammon rushes through the qlipppoth part.
Refocusing on the group, Night Shift...Why does that sound so familiar eh well never mind, you'll tell us when your ready.
Nice to meet you Geralt He holds out his rather large hand.
Geralt takes Ammons hands and shakes it with a relieved smile on his face "nice to meet you Ammon"
Devic clenches her hands at Ammon's mention of familiarity. ahh, heh. anyvay. These pancakes are delicious, what's your trick?
It could be the Cinnamon, i don't know, it was a fluke honestly he laughs
Ramiel had somehow managed to snag two pancakes and the maple syrup without being noticed by the time Skjor came in.
"I slept well, thank you. Everyone was just starting a round of formal introductions. I'm Ramiel, of course, more often than not though people know me as Sparky the Kid. Wether I'm a bad guy or not depends on who you ask."
Ramiel had somehow managed to snag two pancakes and the maple syrup without being noticed by the time Skjor came in.
"I slept well, thank you. Everyone was just starting a round of formal introductions. I'm Ramiel, of course, more often than not though people know me as Sparky the Kid. Whether I'm a bad guy or not depends on who you ask."
I have only good things about you and Moment from folks is important to. The poor. The elderly. Many people need someone... outside of system to solve problems.
Agreed, speaking as someone inside the system,we need someone who can operate outside of our boundaries.
"Frida." Was her blunt, expressionless reply to Geralt.
Silver walks into the room. "I smell pancakes!" She said before seating herself and picking her fair share. Taking a bight, she closed her eyes in bliss. "Who made these? I might want to hire them as my new chef."
"So, you've been talking to each other, I see. Getting to know each other? Ready to travel?" She stuffed another forkfull into her mouth, then said with her cheeks full of syrup and starch said, "Any queftionfs?"
"wow...that's cold...I got you coffee..." Geralt mutters, eyeing Frida blandly before turning his attention to Silver and sliding her order over "your being gross..." he grins "...that's awesome".
Turt runs over to geralt, flapjacks in hand "Geralt! These pancakes are awesome! why can't you make them like this?" abit of annoyince flashes on Geralt’s face as he pushes the plate away "ok first, don't insult the guy that cooks for you...secound, you know I don't like pancakes." he turns towards silver again and says "yeah, no questions here currently, probably forgetting something and am going to regret it when we deploy."
Trust me you don't want me as your chef, but i'm glad you all like them. If we are going to leave soon, i'll be right back Ammon leaves for a few minutes , returning with his book fully suited in his metal armor. He sits comfortably as if the armor does not bother him, laying the book flat on the table, he begins reading.
Gotta do my studies really quick before we leave Anyone who looks see's Ammon reading a blank book with the exception of the spine, the title written in gold lettering.
Only vun. When do we start? Devic asks, happy to have a distraction from a conversation she regretted starting in the first place.
"The door to Cairo's ready whenever you are ready." Frida answered.
"Leads right into the Cairo Tower." Silver smiles at Turt. "Enjoying yourself here?"
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Slamming his book shut after a few minutes, Ammon gets up charging for the door calling outOnward! to Adventure
"Are you going to be that loud in Egypt?" Ramiel asks as he settles his mind.
Probably, loud and destructive is what i do best. Now lets go, we have work to do he answers turnings his head holding out his arm giving a thumbs up and smiling.
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Chapter 2: Death Valley
"Cairo Tower." Silver answers again. You'll meet a contact in the lobby. From then on, he'll inform you of the then and now."
"Love the enthusiasm, Ammon." She said, then looked over the rest of the team. "Well, I suppose that's goodbye for now. Hope you guys, uh, well, survive."
...Korova umret Devic quietly speaks to herself before leaving for the same portal.
"don't worry, if I died who would be your personal coffee boy?" And with that, Geralt adjusts his face mask and strolls to the portal "also, bro...please don't drive my boss crazy".
With Geralt now gone, the younger Snacko turns Frida and almost too innocently asks "...do you guys have robots?"
They vill when I'm through with place. Devic pipes up matter-of-factly as she passes through the portal.
"Eheh… uh, thanks," Yelis said nervously before resuming his disguise and following after the others. "Wouldn't something remotely controlled be more useful than a robot, though?"
"One last bit of warning, guys." She said. "Your first journey through the portal will be a little... jarring."
Walking through the portal, your eyes are flashed with a momentarily blinding light, and your stomachs all twist.
When your vision finally clears, you're in a dimly lit room filled with warm colors, massive pilars reaching up to the top of the spacious ceiling, and the obsidian floor so clean, you can see yourselves in it's reflection. While the lobby is filled to the brim with well-dressed patrons and employees, one man in particular stands out. A young, tan-skinned human male waving his hand for the group to come over.
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Devic hunches over momentarily as a feeling of 1 dozen hangovers consumes her senses.
Eto kak Meksika I Shotlandiya nakhodyatsya v sostoyanii voyny v zhivote, I ya teryayu. She ignores her pains as best as she can until they wear off, walking over to the waving man. She seems to find the crowd to be the least bit distracting.
Bile rises to Geralt's mouth when the blinding light ends. Going to a knee, Geralt gags and swallows to force it back down but makes no motion to follow Devic until it subsides.
Yelis gagged, leaning on Waya for support. The wolf in turn looked somewhat annoyed at the transit, but otherwise unperturbed. Certainly having Yelis leaning on her sick to the stomach was far from novel.
Ramiel steps through the portal and, while he grabs his stomach briefly on the other side, he swallows the bile in the back of his throat and stands upright with a sigh. "That felt like being in a falling elevator...
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Skjor bravely stepped through the portal before falling to one knee, gagging though nothing comes up. 'Too much syrup,' he thought to himself as he stood back up. Shaking his head clear, he looks around the area they arrived in. The group was mostly ignored by the people around them, with the exception of one man waving them forwards. Stepping towards the man, Skjor asked, "Greetings, I am Skjor and these are my companions. Do you work for Lady Silver?"
The man looks over each member of the group.
"Are all of you okay?" He asks in accented, but otherwise perfect english. "You look like someone stuck you in a blender and set it to frappe. Would you like a seltzer water... or maybe a bucket?"
He caught himself. "Forgive me, yes. I am in alliance with Miss Silver. I am Captain Nameirtae Cheres, you can call me Nameirtae. I am glad you came. We just lost another life yesterday." He looked away briefly, his face saddened. "That makes nine now. Terrible way to go. Like being attacked by animals."
As the nausea subsides, Devic finds herself too close to the man she was walking to. About half a foot away in fact. She decides to do what she does best: Awkwardly excuse herself, and walk away while someone else talks.
Ehh... I ehh, Ya izvinyayus', ya dolzhen idti. Ne ispol'zuyetsya dlya portala. Pogovorite s Odinom pozhaluysta.
She goes over to a nearby chair, preferably away from people.
Ammon inhales and exhales, calming his stomach down Name's Ammon, i'm a knight from England with the order of Ragthiel. Captain Nameirtae, what can you tell us about the incidents? We will see to it that they are handled swiftly.
Yelis held up a hand, and did his best to not-vomit in a dignified fashion while standing up.
"That is, um... oh, Russian, yes? I'm afraid I do not speak it. Is that a yes on the bucket?" He asks nervously, taking a cautious step back from Devic and Yelis.
"Pleasure to meet you, Ammon, knight of Ragathiel." He said. "You may see the bodies, if you want. Deep claw wounds, no burns, no other elemental damage. But all one thing in common. All nine of them were Geniekin."
Ammon sits crisscross, his eye's closed in thought, So something that hunts Geniekin, hmm
Ve need to see the bodies before ve start ehh, speculation. Anybody skveemish? Devic seems to have fought off the nausea by now, but she hasn't moved from her seat yet.
Yelis managed to pull himself together, shaking his head in response to the offer of a bucket. "Sorry. Uh…" He paused, rubbing his temples for a moment in thought. "Any particular kinship seem to be the focus, or one that isn't represented? Just getting caught up on the basics." Truth be told, most of his knowledge about genies came from the '90s horror film, Aladdin.