[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia & [color=BFBFBF]Zenkichi Hasegawa[/color][/center][/h2]
[center]Midgar- Sector 6 [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (218/90) -> (220/90) [/center]
[center]Lvl 3 (17/30) -> Lvl 3 (19/30) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 789 words[/center]

The matter of their attire came up while they were planning how to get in, and Zenkichi looked himself over. [color=BFBFBF]"I mean, I'm not exactly the most fashionable guy in my office, but I don't look [i]that[/i] bad, do I...?"[/color] His suit was fairly well-fitted, even if his white sneakers clashed somewhat garishly with them. His spectral Phantom Thief attire took the brunt of the dirt and grime of the day's shenanigans earlier, as well, leaving him looking eccentric enough to stand out, but not shoddy enough to [i]stand out.[/i] With both Benedict and Goldlewis agreeing that he's best keep his head down nonetheless, Zenkichi was accepted as one of the group's hangers-on for going through without a press pass, however they decided. 

Geralt was a guarantee for that role, as well, given that it was exceedingly unlikely he could get by with a press pass while looking like he was many centuries behind this place's technological level. He didn't even know how a camera worked, and while their main concern was getting passed the guards, there was no telling what they'd see on the other side. The Witcher quietly accepted that he'd likely be passed off for a bodyguard by one of the others, and given his resting murder face, that was probably their safest option. 

While the others passed through the checkpoint, the group hanging around the teleporter entrance in the parking garage waiting around semi-awkwardly. [color=BFBFBF]"Never been in Sector Six before. Place basically has its own unit dedicated to handling it. So much corporate security and secrecy that I just accepted I'd never get the chance. Man, this is weird."[/color] Zenkichi kicked the ground, scuffing his sneaker and let out a sigh. 

"Just hoping it's less miserable than the rest of this godsforsaken city." Geralt mumbled in return, carefully keeping an eye out and glaring down anybody who gave more than a single glance at the group. 

After a short while of standing around, the teleporter started up, and they all went through, coming out in a...public restroom? Zenkichi paused for a moment before shrugging and getting out of the way of the others. [color=BFBFBF]"Good thinking,"[/color] He complimented Blazermate and Giovanna before heading out and regrouping with the others. 

Geralt, meanwhile, almost lost his eyes as they bugged out of his head for a moment, before blinking a few times and looking around more reservedly, letting out a small sigh. So much wealth, hoarded for greed and selfishness. He looked out over the Bay, closing his eyes. "A city of glass, and the most beautiful thing is still the water it tries to mimic." 

Blinking a few times, he nodded. "Huh. Almost sounded like Yen there for a moment, though she'd probably appreciate the logistics this sort of place would take." He'd have to tell her all about this when they got back to Alcamoth. 

Zenkichi had his chin in his hand, thinking about their next move. [color=BFBFBF]"Benedict or I might be able to try the same,"[/color] he offered in response to Midna's plan, [color=BFBFBF]"Though it's a toss-up on whether that'd be a good plan or a terrible one. I wouldn't put it passed these people to call it in right away and demand to speak with a supervisor first or something..."[/color] Shaking his head, he shrugged. [color=BFBFBF]"Might be smarter for Ben to try that, anyway, given that he didn't go and blow his cover first chance he got..."[/color] Self-recrimination evident in his voice, Zenkichi shook his head to dispel the negative thoughts. He was trying to be better, and that included on tearing himself down over his mistakes. That just hurt the people around him, too. 

Geralt, meanwhile, had another idea. A risky one, but one that might work. "Or I could just mind control them." 

[color=BFBFBF]"I'm sorry you what?"[/color] Zenkichi whirled on the Witcher, confused. [color=BFBFBF]"You can do that?! Why didn't you do that before then!"[/color] The Witcher sighed and shook his head in response.

"Wouldn't have worked. Not on the golems, or robots, not on you, hell, not on really any of you. Easier to pull off on unsuspecting folks outside of a fight. Need to focus to give more complex commands, as well. And folk tend to realize when it's been done to their friend so I try to avoid using it unless I'm alone with somebody. That said, might be enough to get us a boat, then once it's done and we're on the other side I just tell them to sail back and forget our faces. They'll still remember some of it, but odds are we'll be far away by then. Up to you. Doesn't always work, though. Fair warning."