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Chapter 101: Chapter 96

I walked up to Junior's club, something that had become almost a habit at this point. Honestly, I think I spent more time here than any other building since arriving in this world.

I was about to go towards the doors, but a large man standing to the side stepped infront of me. I blinked for a moment before looking up at him. "Excuse me?"

He didn't respond, crossing his arms, clearly set on preventing me from going inside.

"Um….Roman is expecting me?" I offered. "…..Wilhelm?" Again, he didn't react and it was hard to gauge his reaction. "Well, I guess I'm going through you then –"

"He's cool." Another voice snuck up behind me as in notice Miltia walking over. "Junior knows him." She said and the big guy just nodded, stepping to the side. She walked past me, going inside.

"Hey Miltia, how you doing?" I caught the door before it could close, walking inside. There were no other people visible, almost deathly silent.

"Tired, annoyed, and tired." She scowled, walking up to the bar.

"Not much sleep?" I took the same seat I had sat at before multiple times.

"It was supposed to be my day off." She scoffed, crossing her arms as she made her way behind the counter. "Junior calls me in, offers triple my rate, doesn't tell me what's going on, so I throw on whatever I had and come running and I look like a complete mess."

Well, she didn't look like a mess, but she clearly didn't put as much effort into her dress compared to the last time we met, but…. "You look good." I offered a compliment. She was wearing just normal jeans and a hoody with her hair in a loose ponytail.

"You're such a dork." She rolled her eyes, a small smile forming on her face. "I don't always dress up like a peacock, y'know?"

"I assumed it was mostly for your job." I replied. "Wouldn't say it looked bad, but you clearly were trying to grab attention in a crowded building. You can do casual just as well as dressed up." Just because I wasn't interested in her romantically didn't mean I wasn't aware of her appeal.

She huffed, crossing her arms. It seems her default reaction to compliments was to feign annoyance. "You were serious about before?"

"What, about being friend? Why wouldn't I be?"

"Most guys that say stuff like that are trying to get in my pants." She eyed me skeptically. "

"I am upfront about any of my romantic intentions." Probably wasn't a good idea to mention that I had three girls in my life right now….and possibly a forth in the future.

She snorted. "My job is to do rounds in a club, get guys to spend a bit more Lien in hopes of me taking them upstairs." She started rummaging for stuff under the bar, setting supplies on the counter. "I'm not a whore….but I do decide to spend a night with a guy every now and then."

"Are you trying to scare me away?" I raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "Most people don't like to hang around people like me." He took a few bottles out, mixing them with a decent amount of skill, though no where near the level of Junior. She pour me a glass, pushing it towards me.

I picked it up, taking a sip. "My mother was a prostitute." I stated, enjoying the taste. "I'm not going to think you're icky because you like to have sex with someone who catches your interest."

She just blinked at my statement, staring down at her drink before taking a large gulp. "You're annoyingly nice." She ran the tip of her finger around the mouth of her glass. "It's not just looking pretty. Me and Melanie also work as bouncers, making sure no guys get too frisky, or no one starts slipping anything in any drinks." She seemed to open up a little bit. "The occasional Aura-user comes make trouble too, so me and Mel handle those idiots."

"I should stop by some night." I offered.

"What, you want to come hang out, dance, maybe talk about boys with me?" She said sarcastically, but it lacked any kind of venom in her tone. It seemed like it was one of her default reactions.

"Sure, I'll be your wingman if you want." I smirked.

She looked a little amused by my comment, probably about to say something until the front doors burst open, a familiar orange haired man walking in.

"Kid, you made it." He exclaimed. Trailing a little behind him, a woman casual strode inside as well.

She had an eye-catching hair color, half brown and half pink, yet it seemingly worked quite well on her. She was rather short, even with the heels she wore, and a parasol in her hand.

"Let me introduce you to my partner in crime – Neopolitan, or just Neo for shot." His partner gave a little wave. "She doesn't speak." He added.

"Like the ice cream?" I raised an eyebrow.

The little girl smirked, and the area around her shattered, disappearing. I blinked for a moment, gripping my drink tightly right as another hand reached for it. The seat next to me shattered like glass, the girl appearing, trying to steal my drink from me.

"Huh, good instincts." Roman commented, earning a pout from his partner.

"Shorty." Miltia just scowled.

Neo turned to her, gestured with her hands and Miltia looked pale, turning away with a huff.

"Well…" Roman approached, leaning against the counter. "She hasn't stabbed you, that's always a good sign."

I eyed Neo who blinked innocently.

"If you're done drinking all my alcohol, we have a job to discuss." Junior's voice carried over the area, standing at the doorway into his back room

"Alright, front and center, kiddo, time to put your big boy pants on, you're about to hit the big times." Roman slapped my back as he went to the back, Neo giving me a wink as she skipped behind.

Technically, I havn't even done the small time stuff yet.

"Well, that was interesting."

"Be careful with Neo, she's a lot stronger than she looks." Meltia scowled. "Don't believe her innocent little girl act."

"Little girl? With those hips, she's definitely a woman."

Meltia stopped for a moment, looking at me in surprise.

"What?" I asked her in confusion.

Her lips curled up slightly. "Didn't expect something like that from such a dork."

"What, didn't expect me to admire the view?" I raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "You came off as the goody two-shoes type, didn't know your brain could even think like that."

"Wow, do I really give off that vibe?" I was honestly surprised.

She let out a laugh. "Come on, choir boy, Junior's waiting."

***

"Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen." Roman clapped his hands, grabbing everyone's attention.

I looked around the room, it was me, Roman, Junior, Melanie, Meltia, and Neo all sitting around a white board.

"The name of the game is robbery." He swept his gaze around. "Anyone who doesn't want to be involved, get the fuck out now."

No one moved, but Melanie made a noise to draw attention. "Who is he and why is he here?" She gestured to me.

"Actually, that's a good question." I agreed, much to Melanie's bemusement.

"Alright, that's fair." Roman nodded. "Kid here is a distraction. Honestly, anyone could fill his role, but it's hard to find someone with his specialty."

"Punchable face?" Meltia offered.

Roman smirked, snapping his fingers. "Right you are."

"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes. "Can you explain properly."

"Buzzkill." Roman moved on easily enough. "Alright, so kid here is going to be our patsy to draw attention in the Mistral Tournament coming up. We're going to Rig the thing up until the top 16, giving him a free win each time. I chose him, because he looks about the right age and within arms reach, I had blackmail, and he seemed smart enough not to fuck it up, which admittedly, is a low bar that many of our minions can't seem to clear."

"That's going to be a lot of attention on him." Junior noted. "I hope I'm paying for more than just some spectacle."

Ah, was Junior bankrolling this heist?

"That's part of the plan, and where I need you lot to come in. See, you all are going to promote him."

Junior looked unamused. "What?"

"Promote him, put up fliers, tell everyone about the kid who came from 'your' club that's going to compete." Roman flourished his hands for added effect.

"Why?" Junior asked.

"We need Lil'miss Malachite's spies to notice and give the boss lady time to contemplate." Roman explained.

"Mother?" Meltia looked confused.

"Wait, mother? You want to fuck with their mom?" I interjected.

"Oh, we're doing a job that's going to piss off 'that woman'?" Melanie picked at her nails. She tried to look uninterested, but the look in her eyes betrayed that.

Not the reaction I expected with their mother came up, but I can't exactly toss stones from my glass house over here.

"Righto, stop skipping ahead." Roman gave me a look. "So, Malachite senior still has spies around to watch us, obviously they can't really do anything in your turf, Junior."

Junior just grunted and I realized that he was probably the 'boss' around these parts and not merely an information broker.

"As I was saying." Roman continued. "Promote him enough to grab her attention. She'll be focused on why you—" He pointed towards Junior. "Would bother with a nobody like him." He then pointed towards me. "Of course she's going to investigate since her spies will no doubt reported to her that I've been walking in and out of here a lot more recently."

"So, you want mother's eyes on you, why?" Melita asked.

"I'm glad you asked." He snapped his fingers, pointing towards the white board. "Neo, do your thing." The area around the board shattered, and was replaced with pictures and such all over. His cane slapped at the top corner. "The kid is going to give a signal, one that would force the spider bitch to act. At that time, we're hitting her two biggest stashes while all her people try to grab the one who pushed her face in the mud for the whole world to see."

Ah, she would be forced to act to save face.

"YOU KNOW MOTHER'S STASHES?" Melanie stood up, clear surprise on her face.

Roman took out a cigar, lighting it up with a smirk. "Honey, who do you think I am?"

"Where do we come in?" Melanie asked, clearly still excited at the prospect.

"Muscle" Roman said bluntly. "Believe me when I say, this is going to be a hot exit. Malachite senior holds half of Mistral by the balls, you better believe she'll ground all outgoing bullheads to stop us. I need you both to keep our getaway clean of pests."

"Fine." Melanie sat back down. "My cut better be worth it."

"How far away is the Bullhead from the stashes?" I asked, earning everyone's attention.

"Good question kid." Roman nodded in approval. "The answer is – too damn far."

"How long can she ground all the bullheads?"

Roman looked thoughtful. "A couple hours, give or take."

"Wouldn't it be better to just go to ground for a bit, wait for her hold to wane? Even if the authorities are in her pocket, they can't keep inter kingdom flights grounded too long, wouldn't that open up issues with other kingdoms to make comments?" I wasn't too aware of interkingdom politics, but it seemed unwise for Mistral's government to get any kind of flak due to her personal issues on an international scale.

"Me and Neo would be fine, the sisters would be fine too, but you'll be all alone, kid."

"Can she even touch me while the tournament is going on?"

"Very unlikely, too many cameras, and the government would come down on her hard for such an overt move on her part. Hell, if the tournament is seen as 'unsafe' by other Kingdoms…." Roman just laughed at the thought and I could fill in the gaps.

"There you have it, just let me have a go, worst case I'm fucked and you can get out of there without me." I mean, the absolute worse case, I could always just portal back to Vale, but I didn't want to really reveal that at the moment.

Roman gave me an appraising look. "You got balls, kid, I'll give you that." He chuckled. "Alright, if you want to play it like that, it's your ass." He shook his head. "Alright, the big picture is painted, time to settle the details."

***

Neo arrives, and MC is going to have some fun in Mistral.

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Chapter 102: Chapter 97

"Right, right now turn to your left." Roman held a camera, snapping pictures.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Good, the ladies will love this, now why don't you give a little pout."

"Wait, what?"

"Why don't we try something else." Roman tapped his cheek. "Actually, lets lose the shirt."

"You're fucking with me." I deadpanned.

Roman snorted, laughter escaping his lips. I looked around to see Junior cracking a smile and Miltia with her sister giggling.

"What? Me? Why, the insinuation leaves me – "

"Yeah, fuck off." I walked over to the bar, hopping into my seat. "How long ago was he finished?" I asked.

"About two hours." Miltia answered.

"What? We've barely been here for that long."

"Roman is a surprisingly good photographer, his first couple shots turned out great, the people printing the posters should have the first stack done any time."

"DICK." I shouted towards Roman.

He of course responded with a cheeky smile and wave.

"Got my people working the online angle too." Junior cleaning one of his glasses, still clearly amused. "By the end of the day, half the city will know your name and face. Walter Howard Schweiontorg, the name will be on everyone's lips."

"Oh fuck off, you know what my name is." I rolled my eyes, much to his laughter. "What happened to Neo?" I looked around the room.

"Shorty went to grab some stuff." Melanie replied, filing her nails. "She said – wrote something about you needing a proper weapon."

"I have a – " I paused staring up as the air cracked and shattered, Neo presenting herself with flare, holding something in her hands.

There was a pregnant silence that took over the whole room, everyone staring at what Neo had brought in.

"I feel attacked right now."

At that, nearly everyone broke down laughing as Neo wiggled the giant purple Dildo, presumably what was supposed to be my 'weapon'. It even had a giant handle sticking out so you could 'wield it' with two hands.

"You know what? I'm going to shout during every match, that Roman Torchwick is my sponsor as I waive that giant ass dildo around."

Neo silently laughed as she set it on the counter, pulling up a seat.

"Alright, kid. Don't' get your panties in a twist." Roman lit his signature cigar, turning towards Neo. "How's the stuff coming?"

Neo started gesturing with her hands, huffing a little then rolled her eyes.

"Unfortunate, but quality takes time." Roman replied, seemingly able to understand her. He turned towards Junior. "Looks like your guys are already putting up the posters around town."

"What about the 'stuff.'" Junior said with the subtlety of a bulldozer.

"Atlas Military Grade Dust Bombs." Roman Smirked. "Got them on the way, should be arriving in the next couple days."

Junior grunted. "This better be worth it, I'm dropping a lot of Lien to fund this job of yours." He shook his head. "Not to mention all the hardware upgrades I'm giving to my boys to keep the Spider bitch out of the city once everything settles."

"Even if we only hit one stash house, it would be more than worth it." Roman stated. "I saw her books once, think 10 years of profits all nicely stocked away for a rainy day."

Junior grunted a noncommittal answer. "Atleast we can keep going with the bets."

"Even if we didn't make any money, would be best to keep doing it. Charades and all that." Roman nodded.

"Ugh, this is boring, I'm gonna go shopping." Miltia stood up, ignoring the conversation Roman and Junior were having

"Want some company?" I asked, thinking of stepping away myself. This part didn't really concern me.

"Whatever." She said immediately, but the smallest amount of a smile appeared on her face.

***

"What about this one?" Miltia held up a tank top.

"Color good, design is meh." I shook my head. Catching out of the corner of my eye, a kid probably around Kunou's age was pointing to me excitedly and then pointing at a nearby poster. I gave him a little wave, much to his amusement.

Junior's men work fast, I had seen dozens of posters up already as well as several more walking around. Their 'uniforms' were pretty easy to spot in a crowd. I think I may have underestimated how popular this tournament was.

I turned back to the rack of clothes. "What about this." I pulled another shirt off the rack, holding it up to her.

"Really?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Mmm, the asymmetry works well on you, it compliments your hair, and the color matches your eyes." I scrunched my nose, thinking it over. "Would go well with pretty much any kind of jeans, though shoes are an issue."

She grabbed it, holding it up to herself as she eyed a mirror a few feet away. "It really does." She seemed surprised. "It's weird how you're good at this."

"At looking good?" I raised an eyebrow. "Have you seen me?" I waived my hands, gesturing to my clothes for added effect.

She let out a small little snort, her lips curling up. "You really do take after Roman."

"I choose to take that as a compliment."

"It wasn't."

"Too late, I have taken your words as praise."

"Brothers, you're insufferable just like him."

"Stop my ego can only get so big."

She scoffed, crossing her arms before reaching for another article of clothing. "What about this blue one?"

"Nah, red is definitely your color, matches your complexion more." I shook my head. "But you already knew that."

"Wanted a boy's perspective." She shrugged, putting it back. "Anything you want to do after this?"

"I got nothing particular I'm keen on doing." I thought it over. "Can always do lunch or something after."

"I know a good sushi place nearby." She mumbled. "You do know that the tournament is only like a week away, right?"

"Yeah, I was there for the meeting." I rolled my eyes.

"No, you idiot, I mean you're going to be fighting some of remnant's best for the age group. You've only had your aura for like a week, and you don't even have a weapon!"

Huh, was she holding this in for awhile? I couldn't help but smile at her worried expression. "I'm acting like this, because I have confidence in myself."

She just scowled again. "There's a big difference between the thugs running around with Aura and the ones being trained in schools."

"I have a weapon, and I have been heavily trained. Just because I didn't have Aura before doesn't mean I'm weak." I calmly replied.

"Whatever." She didn't seem to believe me, but she dropped it. "Just….don't get caught and die or something." I don't she was particularly used to having conversations like this.

"And it's not like I won't be preparing." I stated. "I was going to go over the rule book, and maybe procure some stuff to take with me." I saw that Dust came in a larger crystallized form opposed to the grounded variety I had on me. More expensive, but it should be much more power.

It gave me...many ideas.

Well, we turned to walk towards the register, when a familiar pair of bunny ears caught my attention.

"Come on, Vel, this would be cute on you." A girl with a peculiar style was talking with the bunny. Why she was wearing sunglasses indoors, I couldn't say.

Reminded me of that edgy kid back in my birth world

"Coco! I can't…..that barely covers my chest."

"Girl, you need to show off your assets." Her head turned , staring at me. "This would be cute, right?" The aforementioned Coco seemed to hold up the shirt for me to see. "Makes her boobs look nice and perky, right?"

"Coco!" Velvet turned a bright shade of red.

"Maybe if she wants to turn tricks on the corner." Miltia interjected.

Coco went silent, staring at my companion. "Of course, you would know all about that." Coco harrumphed, "Almost didn't recognize you without that hideous thing you call a dress on."

"Atleast I'm noticeable, you look like an extra in a D-list action movie."

"Noticeable like a clown at a birthday party."

I picked up the distaste Miltia had for this girl almost immediately. No idea what was going on between them, but sides were easy to choose, so I spoke up. "Really? The girl wearing a beret is going to throw shade?"

Coco's head snapped to me, eyeing me up and down. "A vest and tie, what century is this supposed to be? My grandfather wore something like that when I visited him last week."

"It's called style, maybe you should ask him for advice." I countered.

"Style!? Do you have any idea how hard it was to find an outfit that looks good with a beret?" She pulled on her shirt for added effect.

"It must be pretty hard if you still haven't found one." I continued. "You look like you're trying to tell the world you aren't a conformist, yet thrive on all the attention they give you. The only way you could look any more 'original' is if you wore sunglasses indoors...oh wait."

Her mouth gaped, her sunglasses sliding down her nose. I adjusted my tie and straightened my collar, turning my nose up at her before leaving, Miltia following behind me.

Miltia started to giggle almost uncontrollably. "Hate that bitch." She managed to get out between laughs. "Came into the club a few times and just starts trash talking everyone's clothes. Thinks because her parents are rich, and she spends their money to buy boutiques and fashion stores that she's better than everyone."

Well, that answers that question. "Met her friend before, nice girl, bit of a push over though."

"The bunny faunus?" Miltia asked.

"Mmm, she was a waiter at a nice café I visited. Though I probably shouldn't go back there."

"What happened?"

"Beat up some idiots, stole their wallets." That was a fun morning.

Miltia just blinked before laughing again.

"Oh, I just had a thought." I stopped my steps. "Would you happen to know somewhere to make scabbards?" If I didn't want to show off my storage ring, I would need to carry Mirage on me, and my favored sword deserves a good home.

***

MC spending some time with Miltia before doing some important stuff, the tournament a few days away. Thought about how a meeting between MC and Coco would go, and i realized they would not get along. Coco is such a stickler for modern fashion she wouldn't put up with Mc's particular style.

Alright, so starting next week, I'm probably going to stop posting on Wednesdays so i have a mid-week break from writing.

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