Chapter 11: New trick
Throughout my life, I have borne witness to the worst humanity has to offer. Negligence, selfishness, rape, murder, war, and various definitions of insanity. Abhorrent acts to one's own kin that would surely sentence them to eternal damnation. That is to say, I am not absolved of such sins myself. However, in all my years of existing in this world, I have only ever been given pause a handful of times by those so... depraved.
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(Y/n): Run that by me again?
Inside Junior's Club, specifically at the bar as the music begins to die down, you sit at a stool with cider in hand as you stare flabbergasted at the person the building is named after. Standing near you, equally confused, are the twin bouncers you're just starting to remember their names correctly. They too are staring at the boss as if he grew a second head.
Junior: I said, we're going to rob the city armory.
(Y/n):...... Just wanted to make sure. I'm in!
Melanie: No, you shut up! You, explain!
The white dressed of the two shoots your enthusiasm down as she points a finger at the boss behind the bar, demanding answers. The man in question simply shrugs.
Junior: We rob an armory. What's there to explain?
Melanie: Oh gee, I don't know, maybe the what, why, and how?
Junior simply lets out an annoyed sigh as he leans on the bar counter. Meanwhile, Miltia just sips on a mocktini.
Junior: I'm still working on the details, so we're not doing it for a while. The reason why is because, compared to the White Fang and PD, we're laughably under-equipped. The Dust we have is useful, but I want us to at least have a fighting chance rather than get caught with our pants down. The fact that we almost walked into a trap at the warehouse is proof enough.
(Y/n): You're welcome, by the way.
Junior: Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyway, we need new guns, and you bet your ass we're getting them. End of discussion.
Somewhat annoyed, Melanie gives up on arguing with her boss any further. Somewhat bored with the conversation now, you check your scroll and see your close to your break. You down the rest of your cider and take your leave of the bar and to the backrooms. Once you find a nice quiet corner to sit in, you pull out your scroll and start doing a little research. After some thinking, you came to an interesting conclusion.
Pen explaining semblances and auras reminded you of the night at the warehouse. If that happy accident is what a semblance is, you bet your ass you're gonna exploit the ever loving crap out of it. But first, you have to figure out how.
(Y/n): Manifestation of one's soul, blah blah blah, vary between individuals, yada yada yada, powerful ally in battle, bullshit bullshit--God, why can't they make learning fun?
After skimming through a bunch of useless information, such as maidens, Grimm, and robots, you finally come across what you were looking for.
(Y/n): Aha, activation! Let's see.... Ok, I'm not too desperate to get bad touched, so we'll have to do this the boring way. Training and willpower. Ugh...
Looking through a how to guide, you deduce that the best way to start training is through meditation. Something about clearing one's mind and focusing on specific emotions, and other hippie bullshit. With a bored sigh, you squirrel away your scroll and take a meditative sitting position. You close your eyes and start clearing feelings and focusing on minds, or something.
(Y/n): *sigh* Alright, let's do this............ Yep, gonna get me a semblance..................... Juuusst going to sit on my ass until something happens............ *sniff*............... Any minute now.................. Probably should've taken a piss first............ And maybe get another bottle of cider....................... Wow, this boring..................... Maybe I-- WAIT, I'm feeling something! It's building up inside me! I'm-- Oh, no wait. That's just gas..................... *pffffFFFFffffft* Aahhh. Much better...................... *snif--* *cough cough*......................... Ok, my ass is getting numb. Screw this noise. Complete waste of fucking time--
The moment you open your eyes, you're completely caught off guard from the change in scenery. What was once the corner of one of the backrooms, is now the bar you just were a few minutes ago. You in a stool, cold cider in hand, and club music dying down in the background for the late hours. The realization finally hits you as your eyes go wide.
(Y/n): Oh. My. God.... Being awesome is easy!
As you let out a celebratory laugh, you soon remember something that happened a few minutes ago/now. You snap your head to the right and suddenly see your boss and the twin bouncers looking at you with very harsh judgment. All while Melanie is pinching her nose like somebody ripped a fat one.
(Y/n):....... What?
Junior: Ignoringthat-- Anyway, I have an idea that might help us.
Melanie: *nose pinch* Yeah, and what what might that be?
Junior: We're going to rob the city armory.
The half assed grand reveal catches the Malachite twins by surprise, Miltia almost choking on her mocktini as Melanie lets go of her nose in shock. Knowing full well what happens next, you take a swig of your cider and stare your boss in the eye.
(Y/n): Say no more, I'm down.
Melanie: No, you shut up! You--
(Y/n): No, YOU shut up! Think about it! The White Fang are getting more feisty, the cops are a continuous problem, and the Dust we have can only do so much. If we want to resemble anything close to formidable, we need bigger hardware outside of axes and pistols.
Junior: This guy! At least some people around here catch on fast.
Junior, impressed with you basically explaining what he was thinking, pats you on the shoulder as he sports a toothy grin. The twins just look at you surprised. Mostly because you told them to shut up.
Melanie: *sigh*.... Do you at least have a plan to accomplish this?
Junior: Well... Not really. Breaking into an armory isn't something that you just do. This requires days of planning, covering all the bases and having a solution for any screw-ups that could happen. So there's no reason to be too worried.
Melanie: Gee, thanks for the reassurance! Hope you don't mind if I stay moderately worried.
Junior: Not at all.
Knowing that arguing is futile, Melanie grabs Miltia's drink and takes a big swig to sooth her nerves, ignoring her sister's protests. Only to be more annoyed once she realizes it's a mocktini.
(Y/n): Well, Imma go take my break. Let me know if you need anything for your plan, boss.
Junior: Will do, kid.
Finishing your cider, you get up from the stool and head to the backrooms... again. Speaking of confusing time jumps, you think back to your little meditation session and what you just discovered. Just like in the warehouse, you somehow went backwards in time, revealing that your semblance must be time travel! Although this revelation excites you, you still don't have a full understanding on how it works. This semblance could take some time to properly get used to, if not master. However, given what this little party trick can do....
You've got all the time in the world now.
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