Chapter 95
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Chapter 95:
"Really, you draw weapons after a little insult?" I rolled my eyes. "Did I hurt your feelings?" I think my sarcasm was obvious enough to even get through to him.
"You're going to be hurting a lot more in a second." One of his companions sneered, earning an angry look from the apparent 'leader'.
I couldn't help but smile at his comment. I eyed their weapons, not so much from a threat analysis standpoint, but just pure curiosity. They did not look like normal weapons, they reminded me of Ruby's and by extension, quite a few other hunters. Like they can all take on several different forms by shifting mechanisms.
I took a sip of my coffee. "From laughter? Otherwise I fail to see how I'll be suffering any kind of pain."
"Tough talk from a brat with a bunny for a pet."
"Tough talk from an old man that can't see his dick when he looks down."
"YOU'RE DEAD" He roared, charging at me with his fist reeled back, some kind of sword in his other.
The looks around the room told me they expected me to get quite the beating as his fist approached my face. I just shook my head and held out my index finger, stopping the man's fist from moving any further.
A small bit of energy shimmered where my finger touched his fist, the signs of this 'Aura' surrounding him.
He looked at me shocked when his fist wouldn't budge, even his buddies were speechless. There was a moment of hesitation as the hand holding his 'sword' swept up towards me. Getting a better look I could see a revolving mechanism that held bullets and a barrel on the topside of the blade.
So slow....well he had a decent amount of strength behind his fist, all things considered. He probably wasn't putting everything into it, but it was still beyond a normal human's means.
I knocked his hand holding the sword/gun away with my other hand, and put quite a bit of strength in my fist as it made contact with his face.
His aura exploded on impact, cascading in all directions from the point where I should have met his skin. It wasn't red like Ruby's it was yellowish. Is it different based on the person?
The kinetic force seemed to seep through somewhat as he stumbled backwards, clutching his face, weapon falling to the ground.
Not a perfect defense, I noted. But still, a shield that will maintain itself permanently without nearly any conscious effort on the users part?
Sign me the hell up.
Even if it only blocked 1% of an attack's damage, that was still something I wanted to get my hands on. Not to mention it clearly has an effect on their physical abilities.
I grabbed his hand before he could recover, twisting it as he let out a scream.
It seems Aura doesn't protect from this kind of damage as I got no reaction, another note to file away.
Throws, pins, Joint locks, that sort of thing is probably able to get around Aura.
I yanked up his gun-sword with a little bit of telekinesis, getting a firm grip on it I couldn't help but notice how uneven the weight was distributed.
It felt cheap....
I shook my head again, stabbing towards his torso, watching as his Aura didn't quite distort, but it compensated for the sharp edge and reacted accordingly.
Fascinating.
Was it a mental calculation on the user's part, or did it react to changes on contact? Perhaps even an unconscious mental change?
"YOU IDIOTS, WHAT'RE YOU DOING?" The big lug shouted towards his companions who were broken from their stupor and started coming towards me.
Well, this has gone on long enough, I got enough answers to some questions for now.
I threw the gun-sword at the closest goon, the handle smacking him in the head.
Ducking down, I dodged a fist as I uppercut a second in the jaw, elbowing a third in the side of the head and kneeing a fourth in the stomach.
They all fell to the ground groaning in pain.
Surprisingly, they did not have aura, so they got quite the little beating.
He blinked for a moment, mulling over my question. "Technically....it's illegal to offer your services to unlock someone's aura. Honestly, it's a bit like prostitution, if money is 'exchanged' then it's a no go, but they can't really moderate consensual acts."
Huh, that's a surprising comparison, yet I can believe it. "Another question, got anyone who would like to unlock my aura 'free of charge'." I put up air quotes. I do want other things of questionable legality, but this would be a good start.
Junior snorted, a small smile tugging on his face. "I'd offer to do it, but I don't got much myself, last time I unlocked someone's, knocked me on my ass all day and I already have a killer headache."
"Eh, I don't really care who does it." I waived my hand dismissively.
He rubbed his hand. "Well, I do know a guy, he should be around, got a decent chunk of the stuff himself, I doubt he would pass up the easy Lien, but the price is up to him."
I just shrugged. "As long as it's somewhere around reasonable, I don't mind paying a premium."
Junior let out a small chuckle. "That attitude will get you far around here." He stepped out from behind the bar. "Come on, I'll take you to the back." He snapped his fingers, grabbing the attention of what looked one of his employees and gestured for him to take over.
He led me to a door to the side, almost unnoticeable.
"Oh Junior, whose the kid?" A man lazing on a couch tilted his head up giving us a look.
"A client." He grunted. "Kid wants his Aura unlocked."
"And you came to me?" The man sat up, adjusting a bowlers hat on his head. He had a strikingly orange color of hair, and surprisingly well dressed.
"I would do it myself, but the last time I passed out the girls drew dicks on my face." Junior deadpanned.
The man snorted, a small smile on his face. "I'll do it for 400 Lien."
"Done." I didn't even argue.
"Well, aren't you in a hurry." The man took a cigar out of his pocket, lighting it up and taking a puff.
"Kid, meet Roman Torchwick, he likes to introduce himself as a 'gentleman thief'." Junior rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I'll have you know, I am officially not a Thief anymore." Roman adjusted his collar, looking rather insulted.
"Yeah, how long is that going to last this time?" Junior sighed. "What's this, the third time you had the courts expunge your records?"
"Fourth, actually." Roman smirked. "I am officially a free man!"
"Whatever." Junior didn't comment further. "Where's your little psycho?"
"Oh, Neo went to go rob an Ice cream shop or something." Roman replied, eyes turning back to me. "Now, my well dressed friend, Junior says you want your Aura unlocked?"
"Indeed." I admitted, tilting my head as I examined his own clothes. "And if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I get your tailors name and address?"
"Oh, you can recognize quality." Roman perked up.
"It's not my particular style, but I can appreciate the high grade materials and skill that went into its making. The seams of course stick out the most, they are rather elegant in their weave."
Roman paused for a moment, a genuine smile on his face. "I like you kid. No one ever appreciates the effort I go to look this good." Roman stood up. "What's your name?"
"Wilhelm Henry Schweinorg." I introduced myself, maybe with a dash of flare on my end.
"Wilhelm, I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."
***
MC meets Roman, truly nothing bad can happen from their interactions.
On a side note, probably won't be posting on Friday, going to be super busy at work and might be working a 12 hour shift.
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Chapter 95:
"Really, you draw weapons after a little insult?" I rolled my eyes. "Did I hurt your feelings?" I think my sarcasm was obvious enough to even get through to him.
"You're going to be hurting a lot more in a second." One of his companions sneered, earning an angry look from the apparent 'leader'.
I couldn't help but smile at his comment. I eyed their weapons, not so much from a threat analysis standpoint, but just pure curiosity. They did not look like normal weapons, they reminded me of Ruby's and by extension, quite a few other hunters. Like they can all take on several different forms by shifting mechanisms.
I took a sip of my coffee. "From laughter? Otherwise I fail to see how I'll be suffering any kind of pain."
"Tough talk from a brat with a bunny for a pet."
"Tough talk from an old man that can't see his dick when he looks down."
"YOU'RE DEAD" He roared, charging at me with his fist reeled back, some kind of sword in his other.
The looks around the room told me they expected me to get quite the beating as his fist approached my face. I just shook my head and held out my index finger, stopping the man's fist from moving any further.
A small bit of energy shimmered where my finger touched his fist, the signs of this 'Aura' surrounding him.
He looked at me shocked when his fist wouldn't budge, even his buddies were speechless. There was a moment of hesitation as the hand holding his 'sword' swept up towards me. Getting a better look I could see a revolving mechanism that held bullets and a barrel on the topside of the blade.
So slow....well he had a decent amount of strength behind his fist, all things considered. He probably wasn't putting everything into it, but it was still beyond a normal human's means.
I knocked his hand holding the sword/gun away with my other hand, and put quite a bit of strength in my fist as it made contact with his face.
His aura exploded on impact, cascading in all directions from the point where I should have met his skin. It wasn't red like Ruby's it was yellowish. Is it different based on the person?
The kinetic force seemed to seep through somewhat as he stumbled backwards, clutching his face, weapon falling to the ground.
Not a perfect defense, I noted. But still, a shield that will maintain itself permanently without nearly any conscious effort on the users part?
Sign me the hell up.
Even if it only blocked 1% of an attack's damage, that was still something I wanted to get my hands on. Not to mention it clearly has an effect on their physical abilities.
I grabbed his hand before he could recover, twisting it as he let out a scream.
It seems Aura doesn't protect from this kind of damage as I got no reaction, another note to file away.
Throws, pins, Joint locks, that sort of thing is probably able to get around Aura.
I yanked up his gun-sword with a little bit of telekinesis, getting a firm grip on it I couldn't help but notice how uneven the weight was distributed.
It felt cheap....
I shook my head again, stabbing towards his torso, watching as his Aura didn't quite distort, but it compensated for the sharp edge and reacted accordingly.
Fascinating.
Was it a mental calculation on the user's part, or did it react to changes on contact? Perhaps even an unconscious mental change?
"YOU IDIOTS, WHAT'RE YOU DOING?" The big lug shouted towards his companions who were broken from their stupor and started coming towards me.
Well, this has gone on long enough, I got enough answers to some questions for now.
I threw the gun-sword at the closest goon, the handle smacking him in the head.
Ducking down, I dodged a fist as I uppercut a second in the jaw, elbowing a third in the side of the head and kneeing a fourth in the stomach.
They all fell to the ground groaning in pain.
Surprisingly, they did not have aura, so they got quite the little beating.
He blinked for a moment, mulling over my question. "Technically....it's illegal to offer your services to unlock someone's aura. Honestly, it's a bit like prostitution, if money is 'exchanged' then it's a no go, but they can't really moderate consensual acts."
Huh, that's a surprising comparison, yet I can believe it. "Another question, got anyone who would like to unlock my aura 'free of charge'." I put up air quotes. I do want other things of questionable legality, but this would be a good start.
Junior snorted, a small smile tugging on his face. "I'd offer to do it, but I don't got much myself, last time I unlocked someone's, knocked me on my ass all day and I already have a killer headache."
"Eh, I don't really care who does it." I waived my hand dismissively.
He rubbed his hand. "Well, I do know a guy, he should be around, got a decent chunk of the stuff himself, I doubt he would pass up the easy Lien, but the price is up to him."
I just shrugged. "As long as it's somewhere around reasonable, I don't mind paying a premium."
Junior let out a small chuckle. "That attitude will get you far around here." He stepped out from behind the bar. "Come on, I'll take you to the back." He snapped his fingers, grabbing the attention of what looked one of his employees and gestured for him to take over.
He led me to a door to the side, almost unnoticeable.
"Oh Junior, whose the kid?" A man lazing on a couch tilted his head up giving us a look.
"A client." He grunted. "Kid wants his Aura unlocked."
"And you came to me?" The man sat up, adjusting a bowlers hat on his head. He had a strikingly orange color of hair, and surprisingly well dressed.
"I would do it myself, but the last time I passed out the girls drew dicks on my face." Junior deadpanned.
The man snorted, a small smile on his face. "I'll do it for 400 Lien."
"Done." I didn't even argue.
"Well, aren't you in a hurry." The man took a cigar out of his pocket, lighting it up and taking a puff.
"Kid, meet Roman Torchwick, he likes to introduce himself as a 'gentleman thief'." Junior rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I'll have you know, I am officially not a Thief anymore." Roman adjusted his collar, looking rather insulted.
"Yeah, how long is that going to last this time?" Junior sighed. "What's this, the third time you had the courts expunge your records?"
"Fourth, actually." Roman smirked. "I am officially a free man!"
"Whatever." Junior didn't comment further. "Where's your little psycho?"
"Oh, Neo went to go rob an Ice cream shop or something." Roman replied, eyes turning back to me. "Now, my well dressed friend, Junior says you want your Aura unlocked?"
"Indeed." I admitted, tilting my head as I examined his own clothes. "And if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I get your tailors name and address?"
"Oh, you can recognize quality." Roman perked up.
"It's not my particular style, but I can appreciate the high grade materials and skill that went into its making. The seams of course stick out the most, they are rather elegant in their weave."
Roman paused for a moment, a genuine smile on his face. "I like you kid. No one ever appreciates the effort I go to look this good." Roman stood up. "What's your name?"
"Wilhelm Henry Schweinorg." I introduced myself, maybe with a dash of flare on my end.
"Wilhelm, I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."
***
MC meets Roman, truly nothing bad can happen from their interactions.
On a side note, probably won't be posting on Friday, going to be super busy at work and might be working a 12 hour shift.
Anyways, if you want to support me or read 5 chapters ahead, visit my /astoryforone.
Chapter 95:"Really, you draw weapons after a little insult?" I rolled my eyes. "Did I hurt your feelings?" I think my sarcasm was obvious enough to even get through to him. "You're going to be hurting a lot more in a second." One of his companions sneered, earning an angry look from the apparent 'leader'. I couldn't help but smile at his comment. I eyed their weapons, not so much from a threat analysis standpoint, but just pure curiosity. They did not look like normal weapons, they reminded me of Ruby's and by extension, quite a few other hunters. Like they can all take on several different forms by shifting mechanisms. I took a sip of my coffee. "From laughter? Otherwise I fail to see how I'll be suffering any kind of pain." "Tough talk from a brat with a bunny for a pet." "Tough talk from an old man that can't see his dick when he looks down." "YOU'RE DEAD" He roared, charging at me with his fist reeled back, some kind of sword in his other. The looks around the room told me they expected me to get quite the beating as his fist approached my face. I just shook my head and held out my index finger, stopping the man's fist from moving any further. A small bit of energy shimmered where my finger touched his fist, the signs of this 'Aura' surrounding him. He looked at me shocked when his fist wouldn't budge, even his buddies were speechless. There was a moment of hesitation as the hand holding his 'sword' swept up towards me. Getting a better look I could see a revolving mechanism that held bullets and a barrel on the topside of the blade. So slow....well he had a decent amount of strength behind his fist, all things considered. He probably wasn't putting everything into it, but it was still beyond a normal human's means. I knocked his hand holding the sword/gun away with my other hand, and put quite a bit of strength in my fist as it made contact with his face. His aura exploded on impact, cascading in all directions from the point where I should have met his skin. It wasn't red like Ruby's it was yellowish. Is it different based on the person? The kinetic force seemed to seep through somewhat as he stumbled backwards, clutching his face, weapon falling to the ground. Not a perfect defense, I noted. But still, a shield that will maintain itself permanently without nearly any conscious effort on the users part? Sign me the hell up. Even if it only blocked 1% of an attack's damage, that was still something I wanted to get my hands on. Not to mention it clearly has an effect on their physical abilities. I grabbed his hand before he could recover, twisting it as he let out a scream. It seems Aura doesn't protect from this kind of damage as I got no reaction, another note to file away. Throws, pins, Joint locks, that sort of thing is probably able to get around Aura. I yanked up his gun-sword with a little bit of telekinesis, getting a firm grip on it I couldn't help but notice how uneven the weight was distributed. It felt cheap.... I shook my head again, stabbing towards his torso, watching as his Aura didn't quite distort, but it compensated for the sharp edge and reacted accordingly. Fascinating. Was it a mental calculation on the user's part, or did it react to changes on contact? Perhaps even an unconscious mental change? "YOU IDIOTS, WHAT'RE YOU DOING?" The big lug shouted towards his companions who were broken from their stupor and started coming towards me. Well, this has gone on long enough, I got enough answers to some questions for now. I threw the gun-sword at the closest goon, the handle smacking him in the head. Ducking down, I dodged a fist as I uppercut a second in the jaw, elbowing a third in the side of the head and kneeing a fourth in the stomach. They all fell to the ground groaning in pain. Surprisingly, they did not have aura, so they got quite the little beating. He blinked for a moment, mulling over my question. "Technically....it's illegal to offer your services to unlock someone's aura. Honestly, it's a bit like prostitution, if money is 'exchanged' then it's a no go, but they can't really moderate consensual acts." Huh, that's a surprising comparison, yet I can believe it. "Another question, got anyone who would like to unlock my aura 'free of charge'." I put up air quotes. I do want other things of questionable legality, but this would be a good start. Junior snorted, a small smile tugging on his face. "I'd offer to do it, but I don't got much myself, last time I unlocked someone's, knocked me on my ass all day and I already have a killer headache." "Eh, I don't really care who does it." I waived my hand dismissively. He rubbed his hand. "Well, I do know a guy, he should be around, got a decent chunk of the stuff himself, I doubt he would pass up the easy Lien, but the price is up to him." I just shrugged. "As long as it's somewhere around reasonable, I don't mind paying a premium." Junior let out a small chuckle. "That attitude will get you far around here." He stepped out from behind the bar. "Come on, I'll take you to the back." He snapped his fingers, grabbing the attention of what looked one of his employees and gestured for him to take over. He led me to a door to the side, almost unnoticeable. "Oh Junior, whose the kid?" A man lazing on a couch tilted his head up giving us a look. "A client." He grunted. "Kid wants his Aura unlocked." "And you came to me?" The man sat up, adjusting a bowlers hat on his head. He had a strikingly orange color of hair, and surprisingly well dressed. "I would do it myself, but the last time I passed out the girls drew dicks on my face." Junior deadpanned. The man snorted, a small smile on his face. "I'll do it for 400 Lien." "Done." I didn't even argue. "Well, aren't you in a hurry." The man took a cigar out of his pocket, lighting it up and taking a puff. "Kid, meet Roman Torchwick, he likes to introduce himself as a 'gentleman thief'." Junior rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'll have you know, I am officially not a Thief anymore." Roman adjusted his collar, looking rather insulted. "Yeah, how long is that going to last this time?" Junior sighed. "What's this, the third time you had the courts expunge your records?" "Fourth, actually." Roman smirked. "I am officially a free man!" "Whatever." Junior didn't comment further. "Where's your little psycho?" "Oh, Neo went to go rob an Ice cream shop or something." Roman replied, eyes turning back to me. "Now, my well dressed friend, Junior says you want your Aura unlocked?" "Indeed." I admitted, tilting my head as I examined his own clothes. "And if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I get your tailors name and address?" "Oh, you can recognize quality." Roman perked up. "It's not my particular style, but I can appreciate the high grade materials and skill that went into its making. The seams of course stick out the most, they are rather elegant in their weave." Roman paused for a moment, a genuine smile on his face. "I like you kid. No one ever appreciates the effort I go to look this good." Roman stood up. "What's your name?" "Wilhelm Henry Schweinorg." I introduced myself, maybe with a dash of flare on my end. "Wilhelm, I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship." *** MC meets Roman, truly nothing bad can happen from their interactions. On a side note, probably won't be posting on Friday, going to be super busy at work and might be working a 12 hour shift. Anyways, if you want to support me or read 5 chapters ahead, visit my /astoryforone.
