[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Dystopiascape- Gutsford [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (130/90) -> Lvl 9 (132/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 776 words[/center]
[@Dark Cloud] Benedict [@Crimson Flame] Bede

As Benedict no-nonsense bulldozed his way past Geralt's blatant distraction, the Witcher kept an ear out for the shuffling of the Seekers in the back room, knowing he'd need to keep this investigator distracted for a few minutes. It was somewhat unfortunate that he was also a somewhat older man, as he'd likely be well aware that many elderly folks exaggerated their mental state, and that Geralt was doing just that. No matter, he at least attempted to buy in to the charade, whether it be out of arrogance or unwillingness to make a move until he was certain wasn't of importance, as long as he allowed Geralt to keep it up. 

When Benedict mentioned the safety of the public, Geralt nodded simply, before referring to his own armaments. "Well, as you can see, I'm rather safe myself, and my young companion is certainly safe by my side as well, between myself and his Pony." Not bothering to pretend to remember what Ponyta was called, he kept it simple. "Frankly, everybody in this store is likely as safe as it can be." 

Benedict's rapid-fire questioning marked him quite easily as a lawman, if the rest of his attire, his choice in companions, and his own admission that he was here on the basis of public safety hadn't done the job already. Geralt decided to play ball, and answered each question in sequence. "No, we came in through the front," he lied easily, a somewhat bored expression on his face. "As for the owner, she's running an errand. I'm a friend of her father, you see, and she took advantage of our acquaintance to run said errand while I watched the store for her. No care that we have other places to be, though. You know how young folks can be, always needing to be somewhere else, without a care in the world." 

Then Benedict threw out all pretense and asked who they were. Big mistake. "Well, for myself, that depends who you ask. To the uneducated and prejudiced, I'm a monster, but to the lovely folks in the Land of Adventure, I'm a renowned hunter and slayer of monsters. To the elves, I'm Gwynbleidd, white-haired. To others, I am the White Wolf, a feared slayer of man and beast. Though, most commonly, I'm called Geralt of Rivia. Sir if you'd prefer, though it's more an honorary knighthood than anything," Geralt chuckled. He left Bede to introduce himself, in whatever bombastic fashion he chose. "And you are?" Geralt bade Benedict introduce himself as well, before continuing. "Though, as I said, we were looking for something for his Pony companion when you came in, hoping to see if there was anything in the back for a moment while we watched the store." 

Taking the opportunity to look at one of the shelves, Geralt plucked a few small balls, resembling the ones Bede and Junior used, from the shelf. "I'll admit, I've been interested in getting into rearing them myself..." Geralt half-mumbled, telling the full and honest truth for the first time since he'd walked up front. "And don't forget to grab some food, Bede," he added and took a bag of "high-quality Pokemon food" from the shelf as well, carrying them to the counter and bagging them. "She said to gather what we found together and let her handle the purchase when she returned," Geralt explained to Benedict, continuing to weave his story together. 

Finally, however, he could hear nothing from the back. Taking a small breath, he slid the bag to the side and turned fully to Benedict, ensuring his bag was out of the blast zone, as well as Bede. "Well, sir, it has been a pleasure to meet you, though I must bid you good day, as Giovanna is just walking in behind you." He lied as easily as he breathed, and waiting only a moment to see if Benedict took the bait or not, made the Sign of Aard before himself, launching a conical blast of telekinetic force at Benedict and the G-Men with him, before turning to grab his bag in one arm and Bede in the other, hauling the young boy onto his shoulder and running to the back

"Complain later, kid, we gotta run!" He yelled, kicking open the back door and setting the boy down, catching a glimpse of the other Seekers and hauling ass after them. "Get on that Pony-thing's back, I can keep up!" He advised Bede, moving into a dead sprint towards the others. As they started to close the gap with the rest of the Seekers, he called out, "They're on to us, FUCKING [i]MOVE!!![/i]"