[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Edge of the Blue- Limsa Lominscuttle Town[/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (25/60) -> Lvl 6 (26/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 663 words[/center]

Geralt's face tensed at Sakura's response to his curse. Having dealt with Yennefer for a few decades, he knew what the best response was as a matter of instinct: apologize, deflect, move on. Placate the angry woman, change the topic, never mention it again. Unless it was funny, of course.

"Ah. I'm sorry, I'm not used to dealing with...decent folk." Oh, that was an understatement. "I'll watch my mouth, don't worry." 

Step one, complete. Step two-

[color=SpringGreen]“What’s a whoreson anyway?”[/color]

Ignore them. Just ignore them and look for a new topic to work with. 

[color=SpringGreen]“Hey. So. What’s a whore?”[/color]

This kid was gonna be the death of him. Not only was he worried the big guy would rip his head off for explaining brothels to the kid, that would risk getting right back into the conversation of exactly why he'd referred to the ship's previous owners as cheap whoresons in the first place. 

"That...is something you and your father will have to discuss. In about..." Giving a show of looking Junior up and down, Geralt shrugged. "However long it takes until you're an adult, I guess. Either way, it's a father's place to explain it to his son, not mine." Desperate to escape the conversation, he looked out the window and frowned. 

Good distraction, that fight in front of them. Good distraction indeed. Watching the battle carefully, Geralt leaned forward in his seat and narrowed his eyes. "There!" Pointing his finger at where the Imps' spirit had fallen, he frowned. "They leave spirits...? Hmm, guess we should watch what happens to it. See if it disappears like normal, or if it goes anywhere. The girl I talked to had no idea what I was talking about, so it might just be that they can't tell in the middle of the fight, and don't stick around to collect them afterwards..." Geralt's musings were cut short by Kamek's egress from the ship to assist in the fight. Having no flight or aquatic mobility to speak of, and frankly, not even here to fight, Geralt sat in the relative safety of the Atomos, watching and learning about their enemy. 

He took the opportunity to better watch Kamek's abilities, as well. Being told of an ally's capabilities was one thing. Seeing them in combat at your side was another. Being able to watch and scrutinize from a safe place was the last piece of the puzzle. 

The duplicates provided quite a boost to Kamek's abilities, both in allowing him (or at least some facet of his abilities) to be in more than one place at any given time. Even with each clone limited to one type of magic (as far as Geralt could tell), it was a force multiplier to be reckoned with. Healing somebody's injuries, shielding them from harm, and simultaneously destroying their attacker was like if Geralt could use multiple signs at once, use Quen on others, and give them a dose of Swallow without killing them. 

Suffice to say, he was glad the magikoopa was on [i]their[/i] side. 

The gunfire, and Junior's evasive maneuvers, did little to deter him from watching Kamek's fighting, at least for the first part. Once hell started breaking loose inside the Atomos and the kid summoned his little minions, Geralt found his focus wavering among all the commotion. He elected to keep his position within the vehicle, not trusting his little weapon to turn the tide, and also not trusting the kid's piloting skills to not throw him from the vehicle. 

Not that he'd tell the runt, that was. He didn't need to bother with the whining and all that. He was here to observe and learn about their enemy, as well as make ideas about how to keep their infinite numbers from respawning. His place on the battlefield was on solid ground, not in the air, and certainly not on the water. 

And he'd managed step three rather well, he thought- even he'd forgotten about the 'whoreson' argument.