[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Edge of the Blue- Limsa Lominscuttle Town[/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (24/60) -> Lvl 6 (25/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 701 words[/center]

Geralt hummed at the revelation 'Minneapolis' gave him. The members of the Abyssal Fleet disintegrated into dust when killed, leaving nothing behind. Curious, but not necessarily the key to unlocking their weakness. However, the fact that their strength correlated with their forms did at least give a relatively simple way to identify threats. The ones that looked alive and like these 'ship girls' were the more dangerous of the lot. What [i]exactly[/i] was meant by 'Demons, Princesses, and Fortresses' he couldn't tell immediately, but he had the feeling he'd be getting the chance down the road. Geralt gave Minneapolis a curt nod. "Thanks for the information. Gonna see what I can do with it." 

He left her with that, quickly jogging his way back to the others while ruminating on what he'd learned. When Morkvarg had been transformed by his curse, eating anything turned it into foul-tasting ash. The two could be unrelated, but Geralt had a feeling that at the very least, these creatures violating that basic law of this amalgamation of worlds meant [i]something[/i] was interfering with the natural order, be it a curse or some sort of resurrection spell. The only problem was that he still had no clue what was causing it. If even the deadliest of foes that these folks had slain dissolved like the weaklings, it meant that whatever anchored their presence was likely held in a rear guard. Internally cursing, Geralt shook away the frustration as he approached the rest of their team. He noticed Peach addressing Sakura, and gave the two ladies a moment to speak before relaying his findings. 

"Well, I've got good news and bad. I've learned a bit about our enemy, but not much that leads me to a particular conclusion. Could be cursed to resurrect until they destroy this place, could be some sorcerer bringing them back. But I also learned about their general hierarchy of strength. Weaker ones just look like machines. The stronger they get, the more they look like those ship girls. And the tough ones...well, the one I asked called them 'Demons, Princesses, and Fortresses.' Not exactly confidence inspiring, and add onto that that they've all got cannons, guns, and most of them have some sort of weapon for closing in and tearing apart ships? Well, we've got our work cut out for us." 

His melancholy explanation done, Geralt looked at the ship they'd acquired. He certainly wasn't the best judge of airships, coming from a world where they didn't exist in any capacity, but he...wasn't impressed. It looked boxy, slow, and painfully under-armed. He hoped he was missing something. 

"I'll be going along as well. As much as I'd love to have a hoard of coin to mess around with, I'd be better served learning as much about these monsters as I can. Always better to see it for yourself than to get a second-hand report." Shaking his head, he climbed into the vehicle. "Just hope the kid's as good as he says..." He mumbled under his breath. 

The inside was actually, somehow, less awe-inspiring than the outside. It looked like the previous owners had stripped the thing bare of any personal belongings, leaving only a bed and some built-in passenger chairs for the new owners. "Cheap whoresons..." Geralt complained, shaking his head. "No respect for the elderly." Whether he was referring to himself or Kamek was anybody's guess. 

Strapping in per the mage's advice, Geralt found himself [i]very[/i] glad for having done so as Junior activated the ship, causing it to rise, and Geralt's stomach to plummet. Had the people of whatever world this abomination found a method of travel worse than portals? 

No, Geralt concluded after a moment. Once he was able to settle, his conviction that portals were, in fact, the worst method of travel remained intact. The view as they flew around was actually quite amazing, and though Geralt wouldn't quite admit it, Bowser Jr had taken to the machine's controls extremely well for a first-timer. He could only assume the sheer amount of time he spent in his own little contraption added to that expertise. "Well, I guess it's time to see what we're up against."