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"well we didnt do anything weird by OUR standards" Geralt adds as he takes a seat.
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Had a terrible 2 weeks, my house got flooded and it ruined my computer among other things.bfinally got all my parts back in, so should be back up for regular posting again
"Will you believe I actually needed to use the bathroom?" Geralt asks quietly, hiding a sheepish smile with his cowl.
Geralt's cheek's puff out in abject terror when Devic speaks up, eye's almost popping from his skull. he stay's completely still until his heart calms down. "...don't do that please..." The man tries to whisper calmly, before looking at his watch "...we should probably get back now Devic...
Geralt continues to walk around casually, feigning looking for the bathroom as his eye's drift, really searching for 'employee' only area's around the floor he's on, keeping his eye's open for people too.
If he does find suspicious room's, he passes them by without a second glance, imprinting there location's in his mind.
Geralt stare's up at the ceiling, not trusting himself to not stare accusingly at Tomoya. he shakes his head when Nazuri ask's her question.
Immediately he looks for Camera's.
"I think i'm ok, in the end I just want to get this over with and get Frida out" Geralt say's, rubbing the sleep out of his eye's and putting away any thoughts of what the man of the hour might be.
Geralt almost answer's the door shirtless and in boxers in his morning confusion. but luckily he get's a hold of himself relatively quickly.
"I second Nazuri...seems important."
Geralt nods, looking just as uncomfortable with leaving the elf in the enemies hands.
head still on shoulder's
"I like the idea of giving her a timed virus personally' Geralt grouches, this whole trip leaving a bad taste in his mouth. "our 1st goal should be to make sure Frida gets out alive...if a plan can't give us that it should be ignored"
As his team talks and pigs out, Geralt's thoughts remain on their missing Frida. His finger's dig into the wood and his teeth sink into his lower lip, splitting it. luckily, he realizes what he's doing when his chin gets wet with blood. Raising a hand, Geralt uses some of the last of his energy to heal his lips.
Geralt scratches his head, leaning on the wall inside the elevator, eye's boring a hole in the hallway walls. The woman, Shinzen, her presence irk's his mind and soul. "what's taking them so long?" he mutters, tapping his foot against the nice and expensive floor. "...Maybe i should head back...?"
As his teammates(minus Rameil) all let there true feelings on this matter out, Geralt just stares at Frida and Silver. their expressions burned into his retina's, he's never seen them this worried and he kicks himself mentally for counting on Silver to magically fix this like she is want to do. Geralt realize's that, besides himself, only Rameil seems to realize how...dead to rights this woman has them. it's infuriating, and terrifying at the same time, a feeling that is not welcomed nor wanted. these emotions flash through Geralt's eye's as he swiftly attempts to stamp them out...to varying forms of success. Slowly, Geralt turns away from the Woman and her Attack Dog, making his way back to the elevator to await his team...there is no way out of this that he can see...and the faster that he gets away from Shinzen's rotten gaze, the better. doesn't matter how beautiful she is on the outside, Geralt only see's ruin on the inside.
Thank you, thank you
Geralt doesn't say much, cooperating with this Katana wielding Weeaboo. He really enjoys that sword though, he better be getting it back at some point. "Is it being a weeaboo if they are actually Japanese?" he thinks to himself as they are led to the room. Idly he focuses on a mote of time healing the superficial damage that was left over from the fight. At first sight of Silver and Frida, he becomes glad that his cowl, as ragged as it has gotten, is still doing a great job of covering his face. A silent snarl forms on his lips at their captured forms, but he holds himself back, but he can't stop his light blue motes of time from flicking in fury, like a heat-less heatwave. Either way, he turns his eye's to 'Shinzen'. His eyes making zero attempt to hide their distaste. though he does take great effort to hide how utterly exhausted he is from over use of his power. he's never been pushed this hard before and rapidly changing the flow of time is tiring on the soul.
Thanks!
Yep yep, sorry, just graduated from college, it's been a very busy couple of weeks for me, and the few times I tried to post, piazo ate it and it was a bit upsetting. I'll try to get a post in later today
I don't mind, damage was never really my forte anyway
Geralt holds in a groan, the arrow has probably punctured something important in his back. the surprise at the arrow allows a spiked club to bash him in the face, ripping at his cheek and cowl. he staggers back, bleeding from some holes in his cheek while he pulls the arrow free. "...O-Okay! I know we both have said and did things we probably regret..." he says holding up a hand in the universal time out symbol. "why don't we just sit down...and-" Geralt cuts himself of by shooting a blast of accelerated time at the demon from his held up hand, seeking to turn him to dust through entrophy.
"I think you mean Call of battlefield Combat evolved 6~! Geralt chitters, stepping out of the path of both attacks to his person. These guy's are....so SLOW Then again...he is using allot of his power to make them this slow in the first place....maybe he should stop being so wasteful. "...meh" He revs red queen again and makes it glow blue with his power, it fusing with the red hot metal and making it turn purple.
Geralt groans when the club smashes against his chest, sending him stumbling back, momentarily dispersing his heightened sense of awareness. activating his time sight once more, he moves again in slow motion, calculating every move he needs to make to sink red queen into the beast, but first... "wow is that the best you can do? Unseen Servants hit harder then you guy's" he taunts "guess those muscles are just for show eh? I bet you lift pencils with rubbers on the end!"
"Man, arrows fly so slowly when you're brain is processing everything in the room 5 times faster then everybody else.... Geralt thinks to himself, watching impassively as the arrows fly passed his head in slow motion. they're easily avoided and Geralt snorts to himself in amusment, he really forgets how strong any control of time really is... "maaaah...i wonder how far i could take this..." he mumbles to himself, eyes roaming the "battlefield" "...Ammon has got that big guy....Ramiel and Devic seem to be fine..." his eye's zero in on the big clubbed guy attacking Nazuri. "she could use some help"
Geralt throws himself into a roll, sliding to the clubbed oni. his hand tightens around the grip of Red Queen Mrk 2, twisting as he spins back to his feet next to the monster and lashing out at him, aiming at some critical places.
"Let's never go to Japan again yeah guy's?" is all Geralt can say in response to the sudden transformation His hand crushes the vial in his hands, motes of time joining the shield of force that surround's him. With a tug of his soul, the motes fuse with his limbs and causes his eyes to glow, the temporal mist wafting off of his body. His personal time speeds up
But to him, everyone in the Elevator slows down, a good bit, he can see the threads of time branching from everyone in here. It shows him their every possible action ...the hard part is figuring out which one is the one to look out for. ...either way, he rev's Red Queen. "I hate Japan man..."
Very sorry, been getting allot of snow latly, COMPLETELY took out my internet. Also, do I drink the vial or throw it? Forgot what it was.
"you really enjoy calling people phalical object's, don't you Dev?" Geralt teases, his hands crossed over his chest.
Honestly, even though Devic has obviously seen somebody to be worried about, he can't help but feel....nonchalant about any danger they might be in. '...Silver...' His mind instead drifts to Silver and Frida...gods above, he really hopes their ok...Silver is feisty, but smart...so he believes in her to hold out. ...Frida on the other hand...she's abrasive at the best of times...that could really get her and silver in trouble... A pit grows in his stomach "god damn it, please be safe guys"
"Personally, I'll go for a cab" Geralt muses, eyes glinting with amusement. "....Though we SHOULD get a move on to the tower, that's above all else"
"....I'm pretty sure its DEFINITELY not, the kind you're thinking...." he says, slowly, as his mind falls into the gutter.
Geralt is purposefully making sure his face is not seen by any of the team, to hide his embarrassment. "...I like Anime and meme's ok...? Is that so wrong?"
"Should we keep being sidetracked like that...? We have our lead, before all else, we should follow up on it..."
"......." Geralt stretches as soon as their out of the bathhouse, stuffing the envelope back into his inner coat pocket. "...so Tokyo Tower...I wasn't aware it had restaurants?"
"I'm inclined to believe the Kappa's, they haven't tried to kill us yet" Geralt says, letting his opinion out. Hes been nervously tapping the envelope in his coat the whole time.
"I'm of the opinion that Silver would probably be dissapointed in us if we leave a problem unsolved" Geralt says, eyeing up the king Kappa
".....I was half expecting Bowser..."
"Why do they even have night vision goggles anyway?" Asks Geralt, scratching his head "like...can't turtles see in the dark?"
"Still on my список дерьма boy." "it would be more effective if I could understand what you're saying Dev.."
"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?"
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"
When Paizo signs you out so it looks like the game is getting no updates but it turns out there have been plenty....
I could try a bluff, I got a +11? And I can add 2d4 to the roll with a mote of time, but if it goes bad, I'm sure he won't appreciate being lied too
Geralt is quietly sitting with his back to the wall, trying to even out his exhausted gasps now that everything has calmed down.
".......and Frida....don't forget the sassy elf" he slowly breaths out to Devic
Geralt gets over the shock of not getting shocked after a few seconds. He makes his way over aswell, pulling open the door or at least trying too.
Once the attack is resolved, Geralt falls onto his hands and knees, sweating and panting like a dog, suddenly exhausted. What the hell was THAT? his heart is hammering in his chest from the overflow of power he just somehow let loose...and the worse part is that the door is STILL STANDING. "Dev...!" He exclaims hoarsely, forcing himself up and attacking the door again with the Red Queen. The janitor is taking to long and he needs to do something! So he rev's the blade, the metal vibrating and turning bright red, contrasting the blue temporal energies that burst from the blades edge. Then he attacks the door desperately, uncaring of the damage he'll undoubtedly take.
Sure do
I was afraid a hand was gonna come out and touch me....or ask for toilet paper like in Majora's mask.
All of Geralt's revelry and amusement fades when his companions begin panicking in they're own way. That's not to say that Geralt isn't panicking too, you can easily see it in his eyes, that 'OH SHIT I F!%$ED UP' look on his face. Immediately, he's engulfed in his icy blue time dust, motes of time buzzing around him like aggravated Finches. His hands sends out a tendril of temporal impossibility which rushes forward and grabs hold of the doors strands of time. Then with nary a thought, rapidly speeds up its personal time, causing rapid Entropy.
Geralt whistles innocently, as if he hadn't been waiting for someone else to do this. though the satisfied look in his eyes says otherwise...
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