Taiyang, standing in front of the sink washing dishes, casually whistling, shouts and drops into a combat stance as the door off to his side blasts inward from outside: WHO DARES ENTER MY HOUSE LIKE-...Geralt?
Geralt, stepping in over the broken shards of door casually, a faint glow fading from his hand: Hello. Good to see you.
Ruby, sprinting into the kitchen, crescent rose in her hands in its gun form, ready and aimed, shouting: DAD WHAT THE HELL IS GOING-...
Ruby, dropping her weapon and throwing up her arms, a big excited smile on her face: Uncle Geralt!
Blake, walking out from around the corner, gambol shroud in her hand, awkwardly stepping behind Ruby: Oh...It's your Uncle...
Yang, nearly falling down the stairs, smashing into the wall at the bottom, rushing into the kitchen as she smooths out her clothes, looking frazzled, speaking unnecessarily loud: HEY, OH HEY UNCLE GERALT THIS IS SUCH AN AWESOME SURPRISE HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
Weiss, grumpily following suit down the stairs, buttoning up the top buttons of her shirt, muttering as she joins R_BY: Damn explosions happening whenever I'm trying to relax with my fricken girlfriend and damn nonsense coming about whenever we're together and stupid stupid stupid-...Hi.
Taiyang, narrowing his eyes: ...You two can explain what you were doing after this gets explained.
Geralt, a grunt escaping him as he winces, Yennefer stepping up behind him and waving happily to the girls, in a hushed voice to her: This is why I hate portals.
Yennefer, rolling her eyes, with a wave of her hand the shredded door pieces back together into place: Shush. That's what you get for trusting Merigold.
Taiyang, rubbing his eyes, exhausted: Thank you, Yen, for fixing that. But please. Can we get to it?
Geralt with a half shrug: You're not going to be happy.
Taiyang, sighs and shakes his head, with a chuckle to himself: Am I ever, when you show up so suddenly?
Geralt, turning to the girls: The last time I visited, something from my world...followed us through. A monster. We didn't notice.
Yennefer, having stepped over to greet the girls with hugs, whispering to them: They didn't notice. I would have.
Geralt, continuing on, ignoring the giggles from RWBY: Normally, with my enhanced senses as a Witcher I would notice a monster, and dispatched it then and there.
Yennefer, whispering again, teasing him: But dear Uncle Geralt falls like a child suffering a stomach ache whenever he uses a portal.
Geralt, again ignoring Yennefer's remarks and the girls' giggling: The point is. There's a monster from my world in yours. And we don't even know what it is.
Yennefer, nodding, stepping beside Geralt, her face returning to a serious expression: Yes. So we've come to find out what it is, hunt it down, and kill it. We would never be able to sleep at night if your world were to fall to a scourge of Kikimores.
Geralt, nodding: Or a rampant case of lycanthropy, or arguably worse, vampirism.
Ruby, proudly, lifting up ans chambering a round into Crescent Rose: Well! Lucky for you Uncle, we specialize in killing monsters.
Geralt, staring at the weapon, silent for a moment: ...I have no idea what that is.
Ruby, letting it transform into its scythe form, an awkward giggle: Eheh...right. Sorry.
Geralt, raising a surprisingly impressed eyebrow, crosses his arms as he continues on: Hmmph. So long as it kills I suppose. The point is, there's a monster. We're here to kill it. We would have done it in secret, without even bothering to inform anyone, but someone really wanted to meet you.
Yang, tilting her head: Oh?
Ciri, opening up the door, stopping in the doorway as she carefully picks off her gloves with disgust on her face, tosses them out into the woods beyond the house, surveying the treeline: The protective sigil is drawn around the house, all it needs is you, Yen. Plus, I managed to dash about some Fiend piss. If anything is brave enough to face that smell, well...
Ciri, turning her head to the awestruck RWBY, smiling: You'd have all been dead before you even got the chance to meet me.
