[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The Maw [/center]
[center]Lvl 7 (48/70) -> Lvl 7 (49/70) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 593 words[/center]

So, it boiled down to, keep quiet, get out, undo this curse somehow, take down the head honcho, and escape. Add a few intermediate steps for finding things that could help them, figure out how to do all of this while terrifyingly under-sized, and don't die to the floor and ceiling monsters while doing so. 

Honestly speaking, this wouldn't be easy. Without the physical conditioning he had as a Witcher, Geralt wasn't sure how much he'd be able to do. He knew that at the very least, the Cadet would outstrip him in that category. Humans were just built different where he was from. He had his mind, and for that he was eternally grateful, but without the ability to put into action many of the plans he'd normally come up with, that mind was worth less than it might otherwise be. 

Still, they weren't completely lost. Mirage and Nadia had picked up some kind of mechanical fan, and a gun that shot darts which were [i]shockingly[/i] sturdy, if slow-moving. Sturdy enough to be used as platforms, which gave Geralt a few ideas. Still, he looked around the room and frowned. The place was too damned big. And the others were already off while he thought. Peach's idea had merit, though he wasn't sure just yet on [i]how[/i] they'd undo whatever was done to them. Probably ambush them and stab whatever passed for their throats. 

Speaking of which, it was time to find a knife or something that could be used as a similar weapon. 

And with that, Geralt set about searching around the base of the bed he was on, casting his eyes over the room, he noticed miscellaneous bits of debris flying around where Mirage had gone off to. [i]A sling, perhaps? Simple enough weapon. Not...quite my area of expertise, however.[/i] He left that train of thought when Blazermate spoke up. Looking to the massive robot- relative to him, at least- he nodded. "I was no slouch, even as a child." God, that voice was grating. "I'm at least fit enough to carry my own weight. With your boost, we should be okay." 

Looking about the room, Geralt mostly-arbitrarily decided upon a direction they could head off to on the way to the vent: what appeared to be a bookshelf, with random items along with books covering its shelves. "That way." He pointed, getting next to Blazermate. "Not sure exactly how you plan to do this, but we should jump at the same time, no?"

Here went everything. They pushed off, the bed hardly an ideal surface to jump from, but their slow descent as they half-floated across the room was...disorienting. Geralt did not like the relative lack of gravity, the sluggishness with which the ground rose to try and intercept them. 

All that vanished as they drew closer, however, and Geralt reached out, bent his legs, and crashed into one of the shelves just below his knees, falling onto the surface with a sigh. "That could have been worse. Thanks." Pulling his entire body over the ledge, he stood up and surveyed their new surroundings. "Not far now." 

Geralt lifted an arm, waving to catch Mirage's attention. He didn't want to call out too loudly, wary of the creatures the others had mentioned. He didn't know what would set them off, but he didn't want to risk it. He pointed at the side of the bookshelf's interior, then lifted his arm, pointing at the 'wall' the whole time. Hopefully he'd get the message: 'Darts, along this wall.'