[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia and [color=BFBFBF]Zenkichi Hasegawa[/color] [/center][/h2]
[center]Midgar- S.O.U. Building -> Split: Geralt to Seiran, Zenkichi to Sector 7 Slums [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (171/90) -> (172/90) [/center]
[center]Lvl 2 (2/10) -> Lvl 2 (3/10) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 639 words[/center]

After some conversation, a few key decisions had been made: Akane would stay at the S.O.U Building for now, where it was safe. Risking dealing with the Nyakuza Metro was, at the moment, inadvisable. There was no guarantee that they wouldn't be attacked, and while the young girl was still trying to wrap her head around the changes her life had just underwent, it was best not to take any risks. 

Second was that the group would be splitting up again. Geralt opted to join Midna, Blazermate, Goldlewis and the others heading to Seiran, while Zenkichi insisted on going to deal with the Machine incursion, given that it was his failed operation that had potentially spurred their attack. The Witcher felt he'd be better served fighting "actual monsters instead of golems", as well.

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The trip to Seiran was fairly simple, though Geralt was also forced to stoop low in the train, his massive Spirit-infused frame very clearly not designed for modern amenities. A shame, especially on his old bones, but he kept his mouth shut and merely frowned at the gawkers, giving them plenty of reason to turn their heads. No damn respect. The news about the bombing by Avalanche piqued his interest, and though he didn't ask Goldlewis much, he did reply to Blazermate's question about them being possible allies. "Old saying ain't exactly accurate. If these folk're willing to blow up an important building, safe to say they're not the type concerned about casualties. Might be trying to save the world, but there's no point if you do it by killing everyone in it." 

When they finally arrived and made their way to the hideout, Geralt looked around their new place. Midna set about creating a travel portal, which Geralt kept a minimum firm ten feet from at any given time, and summoned a pile of old bones and armor onto a surgical table. Grimacing, Geralt instead looked around to get an idea of what the place was like overall.

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Zenkichi, meanwhile, joined Giovanna and the others in heading down to the Sector 7 Slums. He always hated coming to this place. It was...so depressing, to have it shoved in his face the brutal reality of Migdar's two-tier system. He never once in his life here thought it was a good idea, but even with Valjean he had no way of taking it down. Hell, even with the Seekers, even if they got rid of Galeem, this place...unless it was rebuilt from the ground up, there was no happy ending here. It was an evil city, run by evil people. 

[color=BFBFBF]"Condemn the evil, and hunt them down, huh...?"[/color] Zenkichi mumbled, loud enough for the others nearby to hear, but not for the random passersby to notice. His memories of Awakening to Valjean were vibrant in his mind, the first words he spoke as a reborn man etched in his heart. 

He wouldn't let his Persona down. His daughter down. Not again. [i]Never again.[/i] [color=BFBFBF]"I agree. Best to get out there and take the fight to the Machines. It'll keep the chance of collateral low, and if there [i]is[/i] anything useful on the Machines, we can grab it before any of the scavengers have a chance to. And for what it's worth, the real money isn't in the parts, but doin' something with them, and folks down here don't get nearly as much chance to actually learn that. Everybody who gets that chance finds their way up top and nearly all of them stay up there. Comfortable and wealthy."[/color] The barely-hidden disdain in Zenkichi's voice was omnidirectional: at the people who abandoned their friends and loved ones for a loftier life, for the system that necessitated such cold behavior for any sort of comfort and safety, and himself for being an enforcer of it.