[center][h2]Geralt of Rivia [/h2]
Snowdin
Lvl 15 Geralt (202/140) -> (20/140) 170% OL Charged (Lvl 1)
Word count: 503 words [/center]


Taking a parka from Sandalphon, Geralt thanked the archangel with a wordless nod, he stepped back to let the others add their pieces. The white overcoat fit snugly, and kept him a good bit warmer than his armor did, thankfully. Having them all wear color-appropriate coats for the weather was also a good idea, though Geralt was blissfully unaware that it hadn’t been Sandalphon’s. 

The matter of the wagon would be a bit more of a pain, though Geralt was none too surprised when he went unmentioned when it came to taming critters from strange worlds. Pulling out Tirn’s great ball, he offered a look of it to Heismay. “Roxas would know better, but if it’s anything like this, I have a few of my own. Though, now that you mention it…Sandalphon, didn’t Zenkichi buy an overly-furry fox with one of those things in the Everdream Valley? Could swear I overhead him and his daughter talking about it once. She tried to let it out in the cafeteria and Bracket came running over yelling so much I almost felt bad for the kid.” 

Letting out a huff of laughter at the memory, he turned his attention back to Heismay. “If these won’t work, suppose we can look around to find a few Pal Spheres. Generic enough name like Poke Ball, though, might need to find somebody with experience so they don’t misunderstand us.” 

Edward’s haul was much appreciated, and though Geralt lacked a sewing kit, if push came to shove he had experience in patching clothes and blankets from Kaer Morhen that he could use if they acquired one. “Awfully generous of them.” He muttered, a little suspiciously. Though, in a town in a harsh environment like this, they simply might’ve wanted to avoid seeing travellers freeze to death in the snow. 

“As for food, I’m inclined to agree. Better to be weighed down by extra than to be without and starve.” He’d done enough of that for even his unnaturally-long lifespan on the Maw, thank you. 

After Sectonia gave her report, Geralt added his own for the others to hear. “Already gave Sandalphon a heads-up, but apparently Baldur is obsessed with finding a ‘worthy challenge’ and will attack anybody who he feels will put up a good enough fight. All we have to do is make enough of a scene for him to see, preferably as big and bright as possible, and he’ll come to us. We can afford to choose our own arena this time, it seems, so we’ll need to think carefully on where we want that to be.”

Finished with his report, Geralt approached the massive carriage that Edward and Heismay had brought back, looking it over. “Hell of a haul you managed to pull.” He said, regarding the pair. “The golems do the heavy lifting, I assume?” He had to admit to a bit of curiosity about Edward’s magic, perhaps moreso about the similarities and differences it would have from what the wizards of his world could do.