[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Edge of the Blue- Limsa Lominscuttle Town[/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (46/60) -> Lvl 6 (48/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 803 words[/center]
[center][@DracoLunaris] [@Archmage MC][/center]

Geralt followed after Bowser and their group, not particularly worried about the obese man following after them, loudly complaining about his wine and announcing that he wasn't finished with them yet. Nobody who'd been there prior to his arrival seemed particularly worried, and Geralt had more important things on his mind. Namely, the revelation that they were [i]not[/i], in fact, getting lunch or dinner or whatever meal it was, but going to rescue Link. Bowser's return to this portion of the group helped explain a bit of the lack of organization, as their newfound size made it a little easier to get sidetracked. 

The explanation that the city Red Team had gone to was going to explode was a bit strange to Geralt, but he figured it would either be explained later, or completely forgotten about until it was once more relevant. [i]How[/i] the entire city was going to explode was well beyond him, but he'd learned to accept that strange, fantastical things happened in this place, and that he'd likely never come to a complete understanding of it all. Shrugging off the curiosity, Geralt frowned as they finally reached the Bismarck, only to be blocked by a strange wall. His medallion was also starting to vibrate, and it only got more intense as they approached the wall, until the wolf's head was practically jumping off his chest. "Well, it's magic." He deadpanned, after both Bowser and their hanger-own tried to brute force their way through. 

And that was when the drunken stranger slammed his jug onto the ground, and Geralt found himself both covered in wine, and drunk as a skunk. The world around him swayed, and he held a hand a little out to either side of his body to keep his balance. "Never....got to play Strip Gwent..." He slurred, backing against the wall of the building and taking a deep, shuddering breath as he watched the chaos. Kamek slid down his magic flying broomie and it bonked him on the head, and Bowser slipped on it and fell, making a real loud boom noise, while Blazermate tripped and landed on top of Peach, who herself had also taken position against the wall for stability.

And the cat lady that was following them got her head kicked off, but she seemed fine. Right? Yeaaahhh, she was fine. And not in the way that would make Yennefer hurt him. But also, yeah, kind of in that way too. She wasn't dead, though, which was weird, what with the whole decapitation thing. Usually when people got decapitated they weren't alright. 

Geralt was trying to contemplate just what that meant when the drunkenness just wore off, and he frowned. "What in the...?" The frown became a scowl when he realized what exactly had happened, and as he rounded on Bacchus, who was in the middle of raising his jug, he got to see the extremely strange sight of Nadia's head running over, using its ears like legs, and biting him on the ankle while her body gave him a double side-kick that launched his jug into the ocean below. Seemingly too obsessed to care about the consequences, the reveler chased his booze off the side of the pier, launching himself into the sea. 

Pushing off the wall, Geralt looked around as if to confirm with the others whether that had, indeed, just happened. Seeing a mixture of emotions, he shrugged as the guard explained that the man was a frequent troublemaker, but would almost certainly be back. 

Nadia was the first to really do anything, offering a hand to Kamek and Peach to help them up. The mage had to poke Bowser to rouse him back into consciousness, and Geralt himself went over to Blazermate and crouched beside her, careful to not shove his hand into her mouth...thing. "Let's get you up, now. First time ain't easy." He mumbled, offering his shoulder and arm as support. 

[color=0072bc]"Uuugh. Is THAT what its like to be drunk? how do you people handle it?"[/color] Blazermate whined, earning a chuckle from the Witcher. 

"Lots of practice. And sitting down."

Once everybody was up, Geralt frowned again, looking at the barrier. "As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, it's definitely magic. Medallion's about burning a whole through my chest with how much it's going. You said it's like the doors in the Dead Zone? Won't open till the enemy's defeated. So...they're on their own, then." Sighing, the Witcher studied the barrier, not necessarily giving up, but not quite hopeful that he could find a way through or around it, though. "You think there's a back door or something? Or are we really just stuck out here with our thumbs up our asses?" Was the complaint juvenile? Yes. Was it completely correct? Also yes.