"Leaving anything out? Tomoya say not a thing about some suffocation test." Devic clearly doesn't want to do this guy any favors but doesn't feel she has a choice.
I tried to call Tomoya, but got a message. If he expected this, I am certain he does not want to speak to us.
Suspicious Ammon grumbles
I guess the question is... is there any other way to get this information, and if not, is the information worth an ethically questionable favor. I suppose we could go and find out more information from whoever we are being asked to strong-arm here, and if he is in the right, or unworthy of death, we can still choose to back out then. All we need do to undo this deal is break the envelope.
Wordlessly, Geralt gets up, finally getting the wind back in his sails. He turns to the man with the envelope and waits for the instructions to be there. Once the man's done, Geralt takes it; giving it a good once over and inspection.
Seemingly satisfied, he puts it in his coats inner pockets.
"Is that it? I'm totally willing to break whatever social norms I need to in order to find Silver and Frida."
He thinks about what could be happening to them right now, and he grimaces, at least that's what the motions his mouth makes under his face mask and cowl seem to point at.
"You want us to get a cucumber into a bathhouse? I'll ask how long and Juicy, hell do you want me to tap dance and sing poka music as well?"
"....and personally..." he adds, directing this to his teammates...and Nazuri...he's not to sure what to think of her "I wanna see what kind of guy this dude is that we're supposed to meet, BEFORE I say I'm not willing to kill him"
Aka Manto nods to the group with a hum. Well, it looks like I will leave you to your own devises. He turned and went back to his stall, followed by his hunch-backed sidekick. Should one look, there isn't any sign that they're still there.
One job at a time, i would love to help the people here but our quest comes first. Until Silver and Frida are safe, we need to focus. Ammon says his voice is quiet, as if speaking like he has a headache or migraine. I don't trust anyone outside of this group at the moment, i barely trust my own thoughts at the moment. We should follow this job, get the info we need and act from there.
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Devic is the first out of the room and barely waits for the door to shut before starting to swing her limbs and loudly yelling:
"Should have ehh, put BOTH FEET up his ass! Like I say I do! Now I liar!" She finally puts her gun away at least as she tries to calm herself.
"*phew* Focus. Ehh, we do this fast as can do this fast, yes?"
Nazuri groans, and after fishing around in her backpack for about 10 minutes, she produces a nice fresh cucumber that she brought, just in case
Okay, well... let's go.
When they get to the bathhouse, she takes the cucumber up to the front desk and asks for King.
Yeah, for snacks. A little salt and a paring knife, a couple of cucumbers. Low-fat snack, and really delicious. I know I should cook nutritious food at home, but you know... too busy, and always out with the tourists, so have to catch my snacks where I can.
If this turns out in any way wrong or immoral, we can track him down. I'll help you, Ragathiel's first law take ''vengeance on those who wrong you.'' Ammon responds to Devic's rant as if reciting from a book.
KILL, MURDER, DESTROY EMBRACE WHAT YOU ARE shut up shut up shut up
I'm no good at cooking myself, i got lucky once with pancakes a while ago. Usually i end up burning things.
Ammon questions naively Well yeah, what else do you do with food?
"Heh heh heh."
Honestly i'm better with metallurgy and smithing, than i am with food. Since coming to American, i've been using a lot of instant food.
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"I brew drinks. Between three of us, maybe we make ehh, whole meal."
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"...I feel like I need to learn Russian."
Nothing to miss, really. We were just talking about pancakes. Sorry.
The team makes their way towards the directions handed to them and come across a classy-looking bathhouse with a traditional design. Most of the folks in the lobby are older, balding human men, and the woman at the front is a halfling, likely standing on a stool, reading a novel laid before her, leaning heavily on the desk. She barely notices when the team comes in.
Nazuri walks up to the front desk, lays the cucumber on top of the clerk's book, and says I need to talk to King.
"...I feel like I need to learn Russian."
"I wittier in native tongue. Ehh, should put effort into learn the english some point. Am busy. Very close to breakthrough."
Devic puts on her gas mask again before Nazuri gets up to the counter so no-one sees her smirk.
British English is my native tongue, took me a bit to adjust to the differences between it and american, i picked up latin when i was in the order, all the best stories are in latin. I know the the old demon tongues but i try to avoid those in good company. I enjoy learning languages. Ammon lists off casually.
"I hate guys like these...." Geralt mutters as he overlooks the room. His gaze is stuck on the balding middle age men.
"can't they see when it's time to just go bald? It's so awkward when they only have half a set of hair..."
His eyes then drift to Devic, her....weird chuckles catching his attention. "....do I want to know?"
The halfling looks down at the cucumber, nods, slides a key to Nazuri, then points down the hall.
Room number four. Take the cucumber.
She said.
"I hate guys like these...." Geralt mutters as he overlooks the room. His gaze is stuck on the balding middle age men.
"can't they see when it's time to just go bald? It's so awkward when they only have half a set of hair..."
His eyes then drift to Devic, her....weird chuckles catching his attention. "....do I want to know?"
"Still on my список дерьма boy."
Nazuri bows her thanks, picks up her snack and the key, says
We're in Room 4, guys.
and proceeds to room 4.
"The sooner this is over the better." Ramiel says under his breath as he follows Nazuri.
Before using the key, Nazuri lays her hand on the door of Room 4 and looks through it to see if anything scary is waiting for them.
If it looks safe, she unlocks it and proceeds inside. If it looks scary, she waits and consults her new friends.
"Still on my список дерьма boy."
"it would be more effective if I could understand what you're saying Dev.."
"Ehh, you sure? I er, I do the cursing in Russian before because rude to swear. Now, ehh, well, not pick new one yet. Words were 'shit list' by the way." Devic decides shes going in the room somewhere in the middle of the group, but definitely not first regardless of what Nazuri's test says.
Nazuri see's four turtle'esque creatures with water-bowls on the top of their heads, wearing infrared goggles, black leather suits, all armed with crossbows, all aimed at the door.
Nazuri explains what is in the room to her companions in a low voice:
Um, guys, there are four turtle-like creatures in there, ... with ... er... water-bowls on the top of their heads? They are all wearing infrared goggles and black leather suits, and they all have crossbows aimed at the door.
Then, since they have to confront this somehow and she doesn't want to waste time arguing about it, instead of unlocking the door to go in, she knocks on it, and says loudly
Hello in there... crossbow wielding turtle-guys? I'm supposed to talk to King. Is one of you guys King?
Then she steps back a little in case they try to shoot the crossbows *through* the door.
Let me lead, just in case. If someone fires, i can take the hit Ammon mutters quietly, stepping forward and opening the door.
The turtles tense up at being addressed from the other side of the door.
We are your... eh... escort. In case you try anything... funny... or exceedingly violent. King has heard the stories about you all. One said, none lowering their crossbows. This is standard procedure, times four.
Nazuri hands Ammon the key.
Ammon accepts the key turning to the escort Hopefully you understand the caution on our end as well. Things have been both odd and unkind.Ammon takes a deep breathe, The stories are probably true, though. We've done a fair amount. If it makes you feel any better, we won't attack unless provoked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Devics' eyes linger on the goggles the escorts wear for a moment as an idea hits her.
"Hmm. Where ehh, can acquire these?"
The turtles keep an eye, and their crossbows, on the team as the enter the room, whilst one hits a few buttons on the underside of one of the benches, which then lifts up and reveals a stairway leading down. You first. Says the lead one.
Off my cold dead scales. One of the other turtles answers Devic.
The stairway leading down is dark, and each step is more moist than the last. The final step is into an ankle-deel pool of water, and a circular tunnel stretches out, dimly lit, but still bright enough to see.
Onwards, forwards until we tell you to stop. Said one of the turtles impatiently.
As Nazuri descends, following the (non teenage / non-mutant / non-ninja) crossbow-wielding turtles' directions, she activates her halo.
"Is not day to be tempting me, принцесса, please." Devic follows along without a hint of hostility in her voice.
The hell? Now I'm actually trying to be polite. I can probably google it anyway.
Can't you just make your own? Should be small potatoes. Ammon questions off-hand walking ahead.
"Busy."
With what? The time thing or another project? Cause infrared goggles would be really cool.
"Da." Devic answers unhelpfully.
"Why do they even have night vision goggles anyway?" Asks Geralt, scratching his head "like...can't turtles see in the dark?"
Maybe they need some extra intimidation factor since they just have those tiny little crossbows?
"Someday I like see someone not me fire gun. Today is not day. Ehh, is 21st century people. Can hook you up if interested."