Hi! And thanks for reading my story. my last fic suffered from crappy proloue intro, so i've tried to... fix that a little.
Yes, i am introducing my OC's with the trailer thing, and yes, you should play megalovania while reading this. Guess why?
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"Behold!" Roman cried, brandishing his cane as though introducing a new fairground ride. "The most infamous bar in the entire surrounding few hundred metres! Exciting, huh?" He turned to the person on his left, who was looking at the world in surprise. "Wow, some teenager just made the universe."
Roman sighed as he regarded him, a short, podgy late teen with pale skin, large hands shoved into the pockets of his blue hoodie. "Mon petit frère, you are doing zee deep psychological crap again."
A sigh emanated from the underneath the hood. "We're in a fan-fiction, bro, a fan- *sigh*, whatever, why, on my sixteenth birthday, are you taking me to a crappy downtown club. We can get alcohol legally at seventeen in vale."
Roman clapped a hand on his shoulder and steered him towards the door. "Well, that's a great question, and the answer is that I have a little bit of business to attend to with the man in charge here, and you are a part of it! How's it feel to do something important for once in your life?"
"I may as well contribute to the main story arc."
"That's the spirit, ya lazy genius."
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"Junior! How're ya doing! How's the family?" Roman walked up to the owner of the bar, clapping him on the shoulder warmly.
"Not dead yet."
"Keep working at it, keep working at it…"
Nearby, sat at a bar, watching his older brother do buisness, the teenager pulled back his blue hood, revealing a mess of black curls and a teenager idly wondering how Roman managed to greet everyone with so much enthusiasm. It was probably those cigars.
"Yo kid. What d'you call yourself?"
"Mire Haze Torchwick." Looking at Junior leading his brother into a back room and ignoring whoever was talking, Mire pulled a bone from the blue folds of his hoodie and idly began picking his teeth. "Leave the Torchwick, Writer doesn't like how it sounds."
"Writer? You retarded or something?"
Mire sighed and finally deemed it worth the effort to look up at a thin man in a black suit with a red tie and red glasses. "Naturally referencing my ability to completely ignore the fourth wall makes me retarded. Rest assured I could think of several dozen ways to express a similar sentiment about you, not least the one I am using now."
It took the man a good five seconds to process that before snarling "Hey! Do you know who I am?"
Mire's lip quirked. He almost had fun when people said that. "You are a guard at this…fine… establishment with a similarly pathetic skill set to the rest of the identically dressed simpletons around except for one who may be mildly challenging in a fight due to his unlocked aura- the one with the bear hat poorly disguised as a DJ- and your only plot relevance is to antagonise me as you have been permanently loaned to this place by a rival criminal organisation to my brother's to cement your association with its owner, an association which, co-incidentally, my brother is currently discussing with someone far too old to be called Junior but c'ést la vie." He paused for breath. "Obviously you don't want that to happen and you intend to interrupt that discussion, probably after incapacitating me in some way, am I correct?"
The guard managed to latch on to the last few words and produce a fireman's axe, waving it threateningly. "Yeah! So if you don't get your brother and hi-tail it outta here, there'll be serious consequences!"
Mire sighed. He liked sighing. He found it very expressive. "Well, you'll find my brother very malleable, but I, as he says repeatedly, am lazy." He reached into his pocket and withdrew a pair of white, skin tight gloves, which he proceeded to put on. "I am also intelligent enough to realise that leaving would not accomplish my goals at all. That intelligence, coupled with an interestingly convoluted semblance, means that if you try to do something I don't agree with…" He grinned. "You're gonna have a bad time. Oh that's who I'm based off…" The guard raised his axe, and Mire back-handed him across the room.
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Across the room, the various other black clad guards gaped at their friend who was suddenly behind them, then looked in front to see a large, glowing white glove dissipate. This was far too confusing for their flight instinct to register, so they attacked.
Mire flicked his hand upwards, and large white glove flew out of the ground, hurling the first attacker towards the ceiling, before twitching his foot and making a giant sneaker slam out of the aforementioned ceiling and hit him into a group of his friends. Another approached from the side and took a swing with some vaguely threatening instrument, but Mire took the bone out of his mouth and flicked it, causing the attack to be blocked by what equated to a giant glowing stick. Mire proceeded to bat the poor fool's weapon away before clubbing him atop the head, reminding himself to thank his brother for the gloves with custom holes allowing access to his skin. Another few guards were smart enough to open fire with actual guns, to which he simply brought a man sized hand up to absorb the brunt of the impacts, waited until they ran out of bullets, and (wondering why no-one ever learned to stagger reload times) thrust the hand across the room to ram them all into a glass pillar, which promptly smashed. Admiring his handiwork, Mire soon became aware of the guard wearing a bear hat leaping from his perch as DJ and landing on the dance floor, drawing out a pair of flick-knives. Mire raised an eyebrow. "So you're the interesting one, I could feel your aura the moment I walked in. Rejected from Beacon, I assume? Well I can make ethereal copies of whatever touches my skin. For the sake of interesting writing, you've probably got a semblance that'll counter mine like-" Interrupting himself, he launched a glowing fist at the guard from just beside him, but in a blink he was in the air above it, leaving the hat behind.
"Teleportation." Mire sighed. "Naturally." The man approached, dodging every limb that flew out at him from the nearby terrain. He teleported to just above Mire, who in response drew a handful of bones from his pocket and clenched them. The guard was suspended in a tightly pressed cage of ethereal bone. Were it not for his aura, he would have been crushed. Mire flicked him away irritably, but he promptly vanished. A concept flashed through Mire's mind, that the guard maintained his momentum after teleporting, and spun around to see the guard flying towards him. Mire brought an ethereal hand up, but the guard forced an arm between two fingers. The knife cut, and the hand closed around him, slamming into the floor. He looked up to see Mire holding one eye and grimacing, while the other blazed blue.
"I need to put more aura into my shields…" He muttered he focused on the guard dashing in for another attack, and irritably flicked his hoodie. The guard started as he was encompassed by energy, and teleported- but it went with him, and slammed him into the floor. His aggressor still hadn't gotten up from his seat.
"Well isn't it convenient that your teleport affects your clothes as well?" Mire stated, flicking a wrist to levitate the ethereal hoodie, and the man trapped in it. Then he smashed him into a pillar. Then another. Then another.
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Junior looked to the door through which a series of loud thuds and crashes could be heard. "Uh, what is that?"
"Oh that's my brother." Roman stated casually. "This is what he does when imbeciles annoy him. You were saying?"
Junior flinched under a particularly loud crash before managing "Uh, yeah, I'd be fine, just fine with coming to an arrangement with your organisation. But um, about that forgery, his age won't be a problem and we can get it done in 5 days, 15 if you want info that'll let you skip the school's entrance exam."
"That-" The door slammed open as a man in black flew through to impact against the wall. "-Won't be necessary."
Mire wandered in, holding what looked like a red tie up to his eye and muttering "That's gonna take a year and a half to fix up, even with my aura, this is why you use your strongest attack first…" He breathed in loudly. "So, have you concluded your business?"
Roman grinned. "Everything we can do here. Tell me my brother, how do you feel about a free ticket into the Beacon school for huntsmen and huntresses?"
"…Ecstatic."
was it any good? huh? you can tell me! Seriously, the review box is two inches below this, and i would love some feedback on this story. Stay tuned for the next trailer a week from now, with no breaks for world of remnant. Want a hint? T.