Liam didn't want to include Avallac'h and he also didn't seem eager to move around but rather read some books. He was very much fascinated by JARVIS and started talking with him relentlessly. Tony didn't care as long as he didn't ask some secrets and gave JARVIS the permission to give him the common knowledge about humans.
Since this elf acted high and mighty, let him know how unafraid they were of their powers at their own home ground. This would make him to be more humble.
With Natasha and Steve heading off to Washington, the rest of the group found themselves with time to spare. Ciri, Yennefer, Triss, and Keira were already discussing what shops they wanted to visit. The excitement in their voices was infectious, even Geralt—who was initially against staying—seemed mildly curious about what this city had to offer.
With that settled, they made their way out of Stark Tower and onto the busy streets of New York. The moment they stepped outside, Ciri gasped, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the sheer scale of the towering buildings, the flashing billboards, and the massive crowds moving in every direction. She had been to such kind of world before but as she was on the run, she didn't have time to take in the city.
And that world that Ciri had landed was a bit dystopian for her taste. This place seemed perfect and Ciri didn't bother holding herself off as she came to know that the Wild Hunt could never come here and if they did, it would be a death march for them.
"This is… incredible," Yennefer whispered. "I've seen glimpses of this in your device, but seeing it in person is something else entirely." Even Geralt, who had remained largely indifferent so far, seemed a little impressed.
"The sheer scale of it…" he muttered. "I can't imagine the manpower needed to build all of this."
"Umm it didn't take that much time as you would think, half of it is done by machines," Liam said. "And a lot of engineering."
"I still think magic would have been more efficient." Yennefer scoffed.
"Maybe," Liam admitted, "but there's something to be said about doing things the hard way."
It wasn't long before they found a boutique that caught their interest, and before Geralt could protest, the group was being ushered inside. Once inside, their reactions were just as amusing. Vesemir examined a coat and ran his fingers over the material.
"I've never felt anything like this," he admitted. "What is it made of?"
"Probably some synthetic fibers," Liam answered. "This world doesn't rely on natural materials the same way yours does. Most clothes are made through industrial processes."
"And they hold up in battle?" Geralt asked.
"Not all clothes are made for battle, old man." Liam said. Geralt's eyebrow flicked once he was called an old man, but then again, in a manner of speaking, he was very old.
Yennefer was the first to find something she liked—a sleek, all-black ensemble that made her look even more commanding than usual. It was a high end place and thus a saleswoman came and helped her. She was finding their accent very foreign and seeing their amusement she couldn't tell if these people have arrived from a village.
'Maybe some place in Eastern Europe? I wonder how far it is from Paris.'
Ciri, on the other hand, gravitated toward a more casual look—a leather jacket and boots that reminded her of what she wore back in the Continent but with a modern edge.
Then came Geralt's turn.
"No," he said flatly as Yennefer held up a designer suit.
"You haven't even tried it on," she argued.
"I don't need to."
"You will," Yennefer smirked. "Consider it payback for all the times you refused to dress properly at court."
Geralt sighed in defeat, muttering something under his breath as he reluctantly took the suit and disappeared into a fitting room.
'What is up with the eyes of these two men,' the saleswoman thought again.
Vesemir, meanwhile, was more cooperative. He picked out a tailored coat and modern boots, looking every bit the sophisticated veteran. Even he had to admit that the clothes were well-made.
"You all clean up nicely." Liam said, as he looked at them. Geralt emerged from the fitting room, visibly uncomfortable in the sleek black suit.
"This feels ridiculous," he grumbled.
"Ridiculous? No. Handsome? Absolutely." Yennefer said as she had stars in her eyes. Triss was jealous for a bit but didn't show her emotions. But the saleswoman caught the reaction of the ladies and she could easily tell that the ginger had the hots for this greyish color haired man. Leave her, even she herself was mesmerized by the aura of the man.
He was way too handsome and in fact she even deliberately felt his skin when she was taking the measurements. The measurements weren't even required but she needed to get the feel. Though she found them a bit amusing, and if not for their beauty and elegance, she would have looked down upon them for a bit.
But she didn't dare to do so, because she recognized Liam. He might not be a very famous face among the household of America like Iron Mage, but by now a decent portion of the population knew about him. The revolution he had brought to the energy sector, with Tony, making electricity cheap was god sent for them. Thus Liam was quite famous now. Besides all of them arrived in luxurious cars, which made her respect them more.
"You actually look quite dashing." Triss said.
"Just get this over with." Geralt said and only when Ciri complimented him, did Geralt stop grumbling.
After paying for their new outfits, they left the boutique and continued exploring. The group made their way through various stores, occasionally stopping at food stalls where Ciri and the others marveled at the sheer variety of dishes available.
But as they passed by a quiet neighborhood besides the Central Park, the group came across quite an interesting scene.