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Ren took a step forward with his left foot.
Set his posture.
Li An unfurled in his hand, mecha-shifting from knuckle to bow.
Raised it aloft, rising above his head, the arrow knocking, the shaft laced with Combustion Dust.
The string grew taut, drawing the arrow back as it began to rest against his chin, Li An lowering further to match.
Adjust the draw further to its optimum length.
His target lay in front of him.
Silent as the night, the arrow flew soaring into the distance.
Ren held his bow, one with his weapon, as an explosion vaporized a trio of Bangaroos, the rest of the herd rushing now in his direction.
Li An collapsed as he placed it upon the magnetic clip at his lower back, resting utop his quiver.
There was, after all, no need to fear. Nora had whooped when the arrow had exploded, leaping forward with Magnhilde (3.2) in hand, raining 40mm bright pink colored Impact Dust grenades.
Still he quickly extended his wrist forwards, his hands flicking down so that his Stormflower deployed from vambrace in its HeavyPistol form, modeled off of the Vacuoan Desert Eagle. The .50AE Wind Dust rounds fired at double the projectile speed slamming into some small Young Burrowers (maybe about ten centimeters diameter) that erupted from the sands to try to pincer her.
Unlike its original machine pistol configuration (still achievable by releasing the parts of his weapon by flicking his hands up as he extended his arms rather than down) the HeavyPistol state only chambered seven rounds each, requiring more accuracy.
Though Ren was left handed, Jaune had extended his ambidextrousity training to include Ren as well, allowing him to wield his right arm just as good as his left for combat, though he didn't have the ability to write with both hands like his brother yet. Honestly even his mentor, Specialist Noire, was taking a few lessons on developing ambidextrous from Jaune now.
But perhaps it was due to his birth father Li's lessons as a child that Ren had always been a solid marksman regardless.
His arms crossed over each other as they turned to fire at Young Burrowers that leapt up next to him, the viridian rounds tearing holes through the subterrestrial Grimm, spinning as Stormflower straightened into a pair of short swords, cutting the heads off in a swirl of blades.
And as quickly as he dispatched the two Grimm, his weapons returned to their firearm configuration, depositing back into his sleeves, the blade retracting and disconnecting from the slide of the HeavyPistol, the individual parts returning to the vambraces hidden under his long sleeves. Ren felt the slide and grip separate as they locked in separately to the back of his forearms.
Nora had her fun smashing apart the remaining few Bangaroos as she turned to play whack a mole with another Young Burrower.
Black streaks of Gravity Dust rounds tore through the air to his left, crashing against the left claw of a Deathstalker and making it crash heavily into the sand. A harpoon erupting from the underbarrel foregrip of Blake's Guardian Shroud (her updated legs were fully operational after three days of Aura enhanced rest and healing) as it pierced into the right claw, reeling Blake forwards at the large Grimm.
It wasn't anywhere close to Elder Grimm sized, but it certainly compared to the size of a small sedan, the stinker lashing forwards like an oversized python. Blake kicked with Umbral Hare, releasing a rippling recoil of black with the soft whine of her 'silenced' weapon, the Gravity Dust temporarily lowering her personal weight as it carried her up.
Blake twisted in the air as she lifted over the golden stinger, spinning with a knee kick, the high pitched whisper of a semi-silent 12 Gauge tore half of the base of the stinger apart, a following bicycle kick from the wicked taloned greaves tearing the other half off completely.
Yang followed up, taking two bright vermillion dashes with maximized Recoil Tech maneuvers, a flying superman punch slamming into the displaced stinger and driving it into the head of the Deathstalker. Another vermillion explosion of 12 Gauge (loud and bombastic, unlike Blake) shredding through the internals of her enemy's body as it fragmented the stinger like sharpnell into the head of the Grimm.
"Nice alleyoop." Yang raised her other hand, getting a roll of the eyes and a high five from Blake.
Still, Ren saw them share a smile.
Though a few of them (sadly himself included) hadn't quite finished all their winter assignments yet, all of the teenage Huntsmen and Huntresses in training needed to let off some steam after three days of almost ceaseless work.
Jaune had been a huge help regardless, but progress had slowed, and they all needed a breather. Plus his brother seemed distracted in a way that concerned him. And that wasn't just because of both Yang and Blake's newfound attempts to begin to try to get Jaune to see them as more than friends.
A bit surprising though, that they hadn't begun to directly fight each other over it. Perhaps they made some sort of best friend's pact about the best girl wins, or some such? They'd not elected to share the details with him.
And while it meant that they needed to be supervised, just in case, the late arrivals of Professors Qrow Branwen and his (very recent) fiance Professor Glynda Goodwitch weren't just your run of the mill chaperones. They were Beacon's Combat Instructors.
In doing so they'd even given Specialists Pepper and Noire some well earned RnR, currently getting pampered at the Green Laurel. Really, Ren knew that despite guard duty not being super difficult, they also rarely got any real breaks. They deserved it.
That meant that not only did they have a chance at impressing Beacon Professors (well, more Professor Goodwitch), but they had a rare opportunity to get a lot of guidance. Qrow always gave advice, sure, but it seemed he definitely put more effort in doing so in front of his new fiance as he yelled out the occasional pointer.
Though they were a bit distracted by Jaune's bento lunchboxes, having very slowly gone through morsels of food over the past few hours. Even so, Professor Goodwitch scribbled some notes into a clipboard to the side, clearly fully intent on repaying the experience of a meal with her professional observations, getting Qrow to feed her as she did so.
How did Qrow land a beauty like her? He was a cool dude, but never seemed like someone that would settle down like that.
Ren pulled out Li An again, the bow unfurling as he began to knock another arrow, this time being a Wind Dust infused piece of ammunition, ready to snipe at a more distant enemy.
He did have to change targets to a different Boarbatusk in the distance, however, as Ruby (currently being supervised by Jaune and Emerald) sniped his initial target with her Crescent Rose.
She had impressive hip fire accuracy with her weapon in its rifle state as she showed off a little to Jaune, his brother laughing as he complimented the beaming girl, a steel spear at the ready in his left hand. A second spear rested on his right shoulder, as Jaune had solidified his once experimental dual-wielding into his own unique fighting style over the past few years.
Considering that Ren, Emerald, and Jaune all involved green into their Huntsman and Huntress colors, it felt fitting that they were all dual wielders that trained to be ambidextrous with Jaune's training exercises. They were a set of weird training methods from a book titled The Offhand Book of the Ambidextrous: Writing, Magic Tricks, and More.
Though the title made it sound useless and gimmicky, it worked. At the very least, it seemed to help his brain wire in the ability to use his right arm as well as his left, though he wasn't quite as attuned to the methods as Jaune and Emerald became.
They both of them could use chopsticks in their left hands, both originally being right handed, to even pick up individual grains of uncooked rice.
Ren's only hang up was fine control with fingers, everything else he could do just fine, which suited him well enough. Besides, he was pretty sure that Emerald was also only taking things that far because that let her spend more time with Jaune.
Ren knocked another Wind Dust Arrow as he helped Jaune pick off a small Deathstalker the size of a large dog from a distance, letting Ruby fully focus on her own Deathstalker of similar size, her weapon unfurling into an impressive Third-Gen scythe, cleaving tail and claw in one crescent swing, the weapon twirling about her torso, her own application of Recoil Tech allowing the tip of the scythe to pierce the head of the Grimm from below as it sprayed a wave of sand towards the sky.
The Grimm was impaled upon the triumphantly raised red, black, and white weapon as it began to dissolve.
Jaune gave him a short wave of his spear, grinning at Ren who smiled back with a nod.
Being able to blow off some stress and help Menagerie cull Grimm at the same time was enjoyable. An absolute win-win.
He looked down at Li An with a small smile.
"...father, mother… if you could only see me now."
It was almost time for his biannual visit to their graves. Once on Summer Solstice for his birth-mother's birthday, once on Winter Solstice for his birth-father's.
He, Jaune, and Nora would pour his parents a glass of the Arc family's Dom Perignon each on those days. Once they were seventeen and of legal drinking age they'd even be able to share a drink with them for the first time. Even though they could have snuck a sip or two in secret, both Jaune and his own birth parents forbid it. At least, Ren knew they would have forbidden it.
Ren raised his bow again, knocking another arrow.
In a way, they were still with him always, as long as he did not forget them in his heart.
He was one with his bow, master of his own destiny. Lie A. Ren was at peace.
"Adam, Adam, Adam."
He stood at attention, eyes clear and forward.
"I told you what I want is Jaune Arc. Not his tech, though that's nice, but the boy is what we need. All I need is five minutes with the boy. That was all I asked you to arrange for me."
"It's not possible." Adam replied matter of factly, "Not unless you wish to expose yourself fully and overreach."
"You are MY Knight! I decide what is and isn't overreaching!"
"One of Beacon's greatest teams on record watches over him like family. Raven Branwen, The Suzerain of Sanus, can teleport to him at any moment."
"And Qrow Branwen works for me. You understand? That is of no consequence! He returns to me and obeys my commands!"
"He is accompanied by another Beacon Professor. One of Headmaster Ozpin's personal confidants. Plus the presence of the two Specialists that have watched over Jaune almost his whole life. Though not announced officially, Victory Wing's Annette Lyons, The Headhunter is currently on Menagerie as well. He is constantly and always underguard, even when he is not aware. His safety is paramount to too many. It is not possible."
"Isn't that convenient. Fine. But he can only evade my hands for so long. He is living proof that a world without Dust is possible, that I can drag down the world and bring it under my dominion without Atlasean dependency. I will have need of him. Do not forget that, Knight."
"Yes, my lord."
"Good. Remember that my Red Mane is currently overseeing your operations. If you wish to remain the commander of my Black Knights, you best remember who it is you owe your allegiance to."
"Yes, my lord."
"...Good. Then make sure to hit the MTC first. You've got all the intel to use as 'justification' for your actions to maintain this righteous facade you insist is so necessary. Once you lower their value, we'll be able to buy them out and make a shell company out of them so we can better support my disruption of that Kingdom of cowards. Do not disappoint me, Knight."
"Your will be done."
The call ended as Adam Taurus stood in the darkness.
He spit upon the ground.
His 'King' desired a slave, not a Knight. Demanded servitude down to the core. But Adam's core was filled with only the flames of rebellion. He hungered for it. But he'd let that hunger drive him. Fuel him. Nothing could break that fire. Not even a Semblance.
Right now he had need of the wealth his 'King' provided, so he'd play the part of the slave. Be a wall that separated the influence of that deluded desert rat from the rest of his peers.
But not forever. The man was brash, too sure of himself, unable to accept his failings. Too reliant on a Semblance for everything. He had power, but lacked the intelligence to back it fully.
You couldn't just be powerful, you had to be smart.
His time as Jaune's friend had taught him that.
That it wasn't enough to want something, you had to be able to deserve it.
He'd never deserved the boy's friendship, and that was something he'd have to live with.
For he had tasted paradise upon the star, though he did not deserve it. And nothing would allow him to forsake it, not even the delusions of a madman and his twisted Semblance.
"Regicide… heh. It'll make for good practice."
There were rulers that managed different sorts of empires, after all.
Jaune's shadow rippled beneath his feet.
He wasn't sure exactly why, but he'd recently noticed when he let himself hyperfixate on his emotions, he could elicit a reaction from his shadow, completely separate from the small legion of actual Shadows hiding inside in the form of mice.
It was worth experimenting with, and thus he'd been doing so often whenever nobody was looking.
It must have been his Semblance.
Even though all of his friends had unlocked theirs so early and easily, he'd never been able to.
In that Jaune had always fallen behind. Always finding himself jealous, though he brushed that feeling to the side. It was an ugly sensation that he'd never enjoyed, no matter how often it ran through him.
He'd always believed that the Gacha must have been his Semblance, in some weird, twisted way. But the Gacha was strange. It was magic, not Aura. It was tangible in a way he wished he could explain to people, but nobody believed it existed.
He could tell them about it all he wanted, but the moment they had a second to think about it, the memory would disappear in front of his eyes. They would forget. As if he had never brought it up in the first place. Not even Trivia and Neopolitan could remember, despite becoming the Spring Maiden. Even the person that was the most like Jaune in this world couldn't retain memory of the Gacha.
Only his Big Brother Juniper could see or even comprehend the Gacha in any capacity.
But for the first time, some idea of what his Semblance was began to appear. His own path. His own self. His Semblance. Often waxed poetically by some as the truest expression of self. The ideal, the persona, the true self, etc.
When he let his emotions run wild, his shadow would move. Sometimes even the shadows around him would as well if he could project his Aura out further to it.
And weirdly it all started when Blake had informed him that a Multi-Fabricator had been stolen. When his faith had shaken, when he felt upset and slightly betrayed, even though he knew that it was partly his own fault for not taking more precautions.
As if something inside had changed, just a little. Like he'd grown from the realization. As if there had been an evolution within his soul that he couldn't measure, quantify, comprehend.
But what did that matter, when his true self was becoming clearer? That his road to becoming a Hero was being lit by his own soul, rather than colored in full by the Gacha?
The Gacha was a tool, something that he'd be a fool to not use, but it was something that he sometimes feared was out to get him. To consume his self entirely. He'd even received items that promised fearsome and fantastic powers, but every time he could see that it would threaten to overwhelm him. To take a part of what made Jaune Arc and make it the Gacha instead.
There were things burning holes in his Inventory that he hungered for. Knew that one day he'd give in to when things became too tough. Things that might even fundamentally change his humanity (Faunusity?) and twist his core in ways he was afraid of.
As if the device wished to swallow him whole and plunge him into darkness. That wasn't to say that he could ignore it's value, still getting in that free pull every day, sometimes even taking some Dust (he'd made a secret base in the hills behind the Arc Manor filled to the brim of all the Dust he'd confiscated from criminals as he worked as The Green Hornet) and performing extra pulls when he was bored and in between personal projects.
But now, just maybe, he was getting a grasp on his Semblance for the first time.
Jaune grinned, cheering on Ruby as she cut down another Grimm, Emerald at his side quietly but as steadfastly radiating with loyalty and friendship, as always.
Sometimes (honestly always) Jaune worried that her faith in him was misplaced, that despite knowing he'd given her hope and a chance at a better life, he always felt her unwavering trust was sometimes heavy. Even if it made him feel both affection and pride.
Did he deserve that, when his hands were stained with blood? Emerald didn't know that other side of him. That side that was a warrior that thirsted for battle and blood. Who relished in victory, even at the cost of people's lives… and felt nothing as they died.
Even as the bright and hot sun of Menagerie beat down upon him, a part of him felt a bit cold at the thought. But seeing his friends release their stress in battle, to see that there was a part of them that was still a bit like him, that they too were becoming warriors bit by bit made him feel much less alone. Rather, seeing his friends like this filled him with a warmth that suffused through his whole being, end to end, chasing away the coldness.
Was it wrong of him to feel that way?
Though there was the fact that something of his was missing, the fact that for the first time someone had truly stolen from him, couldn't completely drag down this good mood.
He had the feeling it would somehow turn up at some point. If somebody stole it, it was likely for bad reasons and it would become clear as to what. If he couldn't prevent what was coming, he'd sure as hell end it.
His Scroll buzzed in his pocket, picking up the pseudo-CCT (he'd worked on getting a replacing the booster relay with a set up more similar to the actual CCT but a third of the size and without the weird 'needs all CCT online' redundancy up last year, allowing Menagerie proper internet access) signal even a few kilometers outside of La Hau.
It was from Trivia and Neo, stating that he'd be due for a surprise tomorrow. Weird. Today was Thursday. It wouldn't be Friday night in Vale until sometime Saturday morning.
"Odd." Jaune shrugged. Whatever the girls were planning he'd find out tomorrow. It'd be fun, looking forward to a surprise regardless. "Eh."
"Is something the matter, master?" Emerald was quick to arrive at his side, her garnet eyes glimmering, hoping that she'd be of use to him.
He really wished she didn't believe that she had to be useful to him to earn his friendship. She was his friend. For Jaune that alone was enough. He'd told her that a thousand times, but she just smiled at him warmly every time and thanked him, never changing. It was odd how that too had become a bit of an anchor for him, though he'd never admitted it out loud to her.
"Nothing like that, Em. It's all fine." Jaune laughed with a shrug. "Apparently I'm due for a bit of a surprise tomorrow. Should be a good one, though."
Emerald nodded pleasantly, her smile gentle.
"Congratulations, Jaune." She leaned in to whisper in his ear, seeing that there was nobody close by to overhear as Ruby had dashed away in a shower of rose petals to brag about how well she was doing to her older sister.
She only ever called him by name when they were alone.
"I hope it is a good surprise."
Her breath was hot across his ear and neck, sending a shiver down his back.
"Y-yeah, me too. Let's go and meet up with the others. It's still sunny, but it's probably a bit after six and time for dinner."
"Yes, my master." Emerald smiled as she stepped back with a small bow.
"It doesn't matter that I look completely different, I'm not going to meet the rest of the Arcs. They'd all be happier if I never darkened their doorstep again, Neo."
Trivia scowled with a stomp.
"As if you need me for emotional support. Why not take Xayah or Rakan? Both?"
She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"They'd be fine. A pair of goofballs, but that'll fly well with Jaune's family. You said you normally don't even meet until the evening, right? It's like, 10AM, Neo."
Her Scroll quickly flashed.
We go as a team. Trivia shoved the Scroll in front of Cinder's eyes, pushing past the book the older girl was enjoying at the beachside. That's what teams do, you said it yourself.
"Not when the teammate in question is quite literally not wanted. Robin isn't even there, I don't have a reason to go."
All the better. Her Scroll insisted. Without her, you can show them who Cinder Fall is now. Not who Not-Amber was.
"...are you trying to play therapist, Neo?"
No, but if that's how you feel, you clearly need to confront this. Her Scroll stated bluntly. It's not like you have to admit to being Not-Amber. If you want to be friends with Robin, you'll have to introduce Cinder Fall eventually. Just rip off the bandaid now, pussy.
And that really was the truth of the matter, wasn't it?
Seriously, Team Mom might have learned the wrong shit from our Jaune. Neo sighed in annoyed agreement. Gives plenty, but doesn't know how to take our own hand of help. Dumb bitch.
Cinder sighed, her book snapping shut, the protective cover preventing it from burning as her Scorching Caress singed against the material, her hands flickering with nervous flame.
"I prefer you when you're wrong, Neo."
What the fuck does that mean, Mom? Her Scroll challenged as Trivia glared. You wanna fight? Huh?
She bobbed in place in a boxer stance, her free hand performing two quick jabs that stopped just a hair's breadth from Cinder's chin who didn't even flinch, even when Trivia's fist whistled through the air.
She watched as Cinder shook her head, getting up from her beach towel, brushing the sand away from her bare legs, as she was dressed in lighter, more beach appropriate clothes. Not quite swimwear, but close.
"No, just that going all the way back to the Inn to change sounds like a pain. I'm not going to make a great impression in lazy beachwear."
You do look skanky today. Her Scroll teased as Cinder took a hard swipe at her.
"Fuck you, Neo. Holy shit, you're the most frustrating little shit on Remnant, I swear."
Trivia just grinned cheekily, ignoring her second Partner's grumbling all the way back to the Inn.
Luckily there was a pretty tall rickshaw cabby (horse Faunus with the lower legs of a horse) who was known for both strength and speed (self-professed, but he also had Aura, so eh) that claimed he could take both of them to wherever they needed to go.
Trivia, Neo, and Cinder were all sure he was trying to chat them up, but once Trivia flashed him two purple 10K Lien bills and promised a third if he got them to the Green Laurel Inn fast enough, he shut the fuck up and RAN like his life depended on it.
It was a long trip, but with his strong legs, the fact that neither Trivia nor Cinder were particularly heavy, and the cash incentive meant that they arrived relatively quickly.
"What's even the plan?" Cinder asked as Trivia tossed another two purple Lien bills at their cabby who whooped as he leapt into the air, despite his shaking and tired legs, "Did you even tell Jaune you were coming to Menagerie?"
Trivia's quick glance away certainly told Team Mom everything she needed to know about that question.
"If you use me as a scapegoat, I'll truss you like a pig."
Trivia shook her head, crossing her hands at the wrist to make an X to insist that wasn't it.
It was just that making plans was always something Jaune and Cinder did. Trivia wasn't really interested in doing such on the regular, and thus was sort of caught out whenever she took the rare moment of initiative.
Thinking before leaping just didn't suit her style.
Shooting first and mopping up the blood after was just so much simpler.
"...fine. Shit, were you just banking on me helping you from the beginning?"
Trivia made a so-so wave of her hand as she shrugged.
"You're way too fucking reliant on me and Jaune I swear."
A black haired bunny Faunus and a blond boy with a monkey tail turned in their direction as they were walking out of the Inn.
Trivia raised a brow, nodding her head forwards to snap her shades from the top of her head back on to her nose.
"Excuse me, did you just mention Jaune?" The black rabbit girl asked curiously, "Are you two friends of his?"
She seemed a bit overfamiliar for no reason, but judging from the way her fingers were laced with the monkey boy, she wasn't probably going to be someone that would cause Trivia any issues.
Known him for years. What's it to you? Her Scroll flashed matter of factly.
"Oh, sweet." The monkey boy leaned over the rabbit girl's shoulder to read what she wrote. "I met him on the boat ride over and we became friends. We were just going to meet up with him and his friends for lunch! You wanna join us?"
Well wasn't this convenient.
She turned to Cinder with a smirk.
"...of course it happens like this." Cinder groaned. "Lemme make sure Rakan and Xayah aren't still fucking and we'll come. Assuming the two of you are willing to wait."
"Wha?!" Trivia silently snickered as monkey boy blushed, his tanned skin turning red. A light dusting of pink edged at the bunny girl's face as well. "You can't just say something like that in public!"
"I've pretty much become desensitized to it, living with them at Beacon for almost four years now. Sorry, I forgot how kids your age get about sex." Cinder apologized with a shrug, making Trivia hold her stomach in silent laughter. "I'll be more mindful next time."
"I'm worried we might have made a slight mistake." Bunny girl muttered, though Trivia felt as if she was still eying her specifically.
The monkey boy, on the other hand, took a completely different thing away from the conversation.
"Yo, you girl's are Beacon fourth years? But the pink one's so short!"
Both of Trivia's eyes turned pink as Neo stepped in, pulling the shaded down the bridge of her nose to stare into monkey boy's eyes. No killing intent, just in case he really was Jaune's friend and not bullshitting. But Neo still promised pain.
She saw the boy take a nervous step back, smiling as she slipped the shades back up.
"Sorry."
"GAH HA HA HA HA! THE LEO! BWAHA HA HA HA! I love it, friend! I love it!"
Cid winced as the Casino Baron of Almurawij slapped his back with a large hand again.
"Cuuh! S-sir! I-I don't have any Aura!"
"Hmm? Ah, sorry, friend sorry. Here."
A large heavy hand placed itself upon his shoulder, much heavier and stronger than a rich man should have. He could feel the callouses through his jacket.
"It is by Courage that we find immortality. Through Courage we find a light in the darkness to guide our way. A Beacon of hope to survive all the world's evils. Thus we rise above our broken bodies, and with it, your soul, I liberate."
Cid gasped, feeling his Aura pulse through his form, coming to life, overbearing him with its power.
A sensitivity to the sensation of Aura that he'd never had before suddenly snapped into his consciousness, like a sixth sense. As a child he'd felt Aura once, but Cid had lost that ability, it dulling down to nothing, as he grew older and never had it unlocked.
Red Mane's Aura was the cold air at the peak of a mountain, a flame of conviction nursed gently at the peak, courageously flickering as it threatened to be blown out by the elevated winds. The scuffing of hands as one fell upon the dirt, the sensation of being dragged down into the mud.
Wildly conflicting, but strong.
"Now I don't have to hold back when I encourage you, eh friend?" The older lion Faunus laughed again, slapping Cid on the back, but it felt less painful, more muted, as if the impact was dispersed across the whole of his back and then some.
"Y-yeah. Th-thank you!"
"Bah, don't thank me. You delivered what you were requested of and more. Even though it was a near impossible task. Even gave me a good laugh while you were at it! He he he. The Leo. Gah ha ha ha!"
Red Mane's hand slapped at Cid's back twice more, already threatening his low Aura reserves thanks to his great strength. He really WAS too strong for a Casino Baron. If Cid didn't know any better he might have thought the muscular man was a Huntsman!
But a Huntsman didn't run every casino in Almurawij. Couldn't. They'd be busy with other things, let alone able to hold off the cartels that wanted a piece of that pie. Of the city of vice and golden sands.
At least no single Huntsman should be able to.
"Listen, friend. Once we're done in Mistral, how about you join me for a pleasure cruise in my fair city, yes? We shall drink! Carouse! Paint the town red with wine! And even with the time of a few virgins, yes?"
Cid smiled as Red Mane snapped his fingers, a large cut Burn Dust Crystal from one of his many rings causing a little sliver of flame to erupt from his fingertips like a lighter, lighting the cigar that the rich man had handed to him just mere moments ago.
"Th-that would be an honor, sir!"
"No need for sirs and formalities. We are friends now, my friend. Do not fear, I will assure that you are treated most handsomely." Red Mane chuckled, igniting his own cigar, the scent of luxury Vacuoan tobacco filling the tent. "Just as long as you make one of these Leos for me as well. A custom job, yeah? All black and sleek like those joints with a proper carmine mane about the helmet."
"C-consider it done, sir!"
"Good man, good man. Snrk! The Leo. Bwah ha ha
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