[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia [/center][/h2]
[center]Midgar- Seiran, Abandoned Subway- Overgrown Transfer [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (185/90) +10 Reward XP -> (196/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 487 words[/center]

Horrible monster dealt with, Geralt watched as Goldlewis boarded a train, hijacked it, and launched the thing at the other Other, Geralt taking the healing Blazermate and her drone were providing with quiet thanks and some deep breaths, making sure he was really back in one piece. Burning a dose of Swallow was never fun, especially when Blazermate was nearby, but after a hit like that he couldn't take the risk that she didn't make it back to him in time. 

Shaking his head, he joined the others in following Goldlewis. He noted Midna clearing the Ashes of the fallen and taking the Spirits, but other than a momentary look towards where the Others had been feasting, did nothing to indicate his feelings on the matter. It was unfortunate, but to him it was the sort of unfortunate that came with a rainy day when you were hoping for sun: Not particularly important or uncommon. 

The labrynthian tunnel system that followed their battle was bothersome to get through, to say the least. Branching tunnels, even going upwards in some places and downwards in others, kept them moving to try and find their way to the infiltration team, but it was far from a simple task. So many different branching pathways. 

Eventually, however, they found themselves in front of the massive lift, from atop which emanated an enticing red glow. Something weird had to mean something in this place, even if it wasn't exactly [i]good[/i], it was better than wandering forever. 

Geralt, however, had no idea what in the hell it was, and it seemed Midna was in a similar position. Geralt was equally sure as her, however, that it was not supposed to float, sing some strange music, and cause the entire lift to activate, launching them down a seemingly-infinite tunnel. As if that wasn't bad enough, more lifts appeared along with the exploding Others from earlier, as well as massive signs that blocked off portions of the tunnel and had to be avoided. 

Joyous. 

Geralt drew his hand crossbow, taking shots at the floating device, and keeping an ear out for incoming Session Pounds. If one got close, and Midna hadn't taken it out, he would deal with it by either shooting it at close range and hopefully destabilizing it enough to be taken out, or launching it away with Aard and letting it explode harmlessly away from himself. 

As simple as his plan, was, however, the fact that the lifts began to drop out from under them complicated manners. Gruffly landing after a hurried leap, Geralt pointed to the floating camera and called on the Striker Panther once more, directing him to shoot the damned thing. "Of course, Senor." The anthropomorphic cat replied, though Geralt couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or not. At least Blazermate was taking care of Benedict and still providing healing for when a Session Pound inevitably got too close. 


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[h2][center][color=BFBFBF]Zenkichi Hasegawa[/color][/center][/h2]
[center]Valley of Ruin [/center]
[center]Lvl 2 (8/20) -> Lvl 2 (9/20) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 424 words[/center]

As he was fighting the Simians, Wolf noticed Partitio joining the fray, brandishing his Machine Spear and stabbing at one of the Machines. Giving the merchant warrior a quick nod, Wolf continued with his wide, heavy swings, always managing to catch at least one of the Simians, but rarely more than a couple at once. He was getting as good as he gave, however, and by this point he was starting to flag. Thankfully, the Machines weren't terribly powerful, and their aggression was eventually overpowered by Wolf's relentless nature, wide-arc swings, and extreme strength. 

Hearing Partitio's warning just as he cut down one of the last Simians, Wolf looked up to see the Spider being hit by the crane, Giovanna having changed targets and heavily damaging the giant Machine, for Tora and Poppi to come charging in with an-oh crap that was going to be a big explosion!

Diving to take cover, Zenkichi felt the heat and the wind blow over him as he was sent tumbling, thudding into a pile of damaged construction materials and groaning as his head spun. Wobbily standing up, he looked around at the carnage and destruction, noticing the Spirits of the destroyed machines. Quickly crushing them as per the quick rundown he'd been given earlier, he collected the random goodies they dropped and joined the others as Giovanna was lecturing Tora and Poppi, a weary smile on his face. [color=BFBFBF]"Little more warning next time you set off a giant explosion next time, eh?"[/color] He half-joked, stretching out his arms and back, before looking around. [color=BFBFBF]"Still, quick thinking on that manuever there. That thing looked pretty darn tough."[/color]

Nodding as the others mentioned a 'long-neck steelypon', which he assumed was Toraspeak for 'Long-necked Machine', he joined them as they ran off to find it. Tora and Poppi took a quick flight up top to hack into it and steal whatever data they could find, while the rest continued their fairly relaxing breather. That is, until Giovanna pointed out from her cliffside vantage point that Susie and Pit were having a...less than ideal time with the Machines they'd attacked. [color=BFBFBF]"Of course. Alright, sure, no problem, just gotta get down there, rescue them from the robot crabs and crocodiles and hippos. No problem, not at all. Except the whole getting to them part."[/color] Was it immature of him to complain? Yes. Was he going to anyway? Yes. He was an adult, and that's what adults did. They complained and then did the thing they just complained about anyway.