He, who was the son of Azazel. He, who was the daughter of Lilith. He, who would grow to spite the world, a victim in the grand game. Even so, the Ace despised the Joker. Spades would never mix with Diamonds, they never had Hearts. Even so, I found myself in a Club.

The music whirred and shook the foundation of the building, the darkness illuminated by the various black lights. People danced around on the dance floor, all black silhouettes, black pawns in the greater game. I took a seat, tugging at my armor that bound my bust. The bartender chuckled, slowly walking over to me from behind the counter.

"And what would the pretty lady like?" He said, scratching at his trimmed beard.

"Some answers." I said simply, sitting with a straight back. He laughed again.

"You've come to the wrong place."

"Is that so, Junior? Not even Junior. You're father was named Junior, you're just the junior of another junior." I said, placing my hands on my golden braid. He stared into my emerald green eyes, straightening his tie.

"What would you like to order?" He said, spite filling his voice. I sighed, looking back at the club as the music pounded like an ever beating heart, sending ecstasy and dopamine through these people like oxygen in blood. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the DJ, who wore an animalistic headpiece.

"I don't drink."

"You've come to the wrong place." He said as he gave a shrug, returning to wiping the counter.

"Did I mention I get that a lot?" I said, leaning in. "Anyways, get me some cola."

He shrugged, grabbing a glass and filling it with the bubbly brown liquid.

"I'd like you to tell me everything you know."

"Well, I suppose everything has a price." He said, raising an eyebrow as his gaze fell to below my face. I closed my eyes shut in disgust, forcing my reaction back. Instead, I gave a lustful smirk, my finger gently stroking the handle of my weapon.

"Maybe I can pay in a different way?" I asked as I moved my hand to my handle. I gently moved my hand up and down the handle, giving him a wink. He gave a dumb grin and chuckle.

"Of course." He said, walking out of the counter and over to me. Noticing his boots, I smiled at the metal. His weapon seemed to be a gun boot, but little did he know that was his weakness. I activated my Semblance caused him to flip upside down. "Gah! What the fuck!?" He shouted, dangling upside down. I placed my hand on my weapon, looking him dead in the eye.

"Unless you want the old family jewels destroyed." I said, tapping my weapon. "You're going to tell me where Pinkie is."

"Let me down!" He shouted.

"No way."

"What's your name, anyways? Everyone just calls you the Ark, here." He said, his tie falling from his vest and covering his face.

"Avalon Medraut Arc. Most call me Ava, but you won't." I said bitterly. "Where is the Pinkie? I'm not going to ask again." I declared, my golden braid falling against my armor. Junior continued to struggle, only before raising widened and shocked gaze. The twisted finger raised to point to something behind me, but I didn't look.

"Oh, does the Ark request my presence?" Said a voice from behind. I faced forward, dropping Junior and watched as the club members backed away slowly, revealing the man. He smiled, gently brushing away his brown hair. The pink tuff of hair glowed brightly in the black lighting, contrasting his white suit. The gloved leather on his hands rustled against his cane. Pinkie's gray gaze settled on mine, his hand grabbing the rose in the vase he passed by. "By the way, the name's not Pinkie. Its Rass Silver Torchwick. Some call me Silver Tongue, others, the devil. Some even try the not-so-clever 'RASShole'. Each is a compliment that I am all but too deserving of." He said, giving a slight bow.

I looked back at him, revealing my face.

"Oh, it's the Arc! It's been too long." He said, giving a sarcastic smile. "I've missed you."

"Whatever you say, Pinkie." I said, causing him to furrow his brow in anger.

"Call me Pinkie again and there will be trouble." He said. I walked past him, placing my hand on his shoulder and entering the dance floor.

"Whatever you say, Pinkie." I said, my hand falling to my sword. Both Sniper and Greatsword, it could be said to almost holy in its pure power. Even so, Rass stepped on the floor with a look on his face that spoke of steam and fury. He clicked a button on his cane, causing it to split into segments and create a whip-like weapon.

"Now you've done it!" He shouted, leaping at me. I drew my weapon and ran forward, sliding underneath his attack and pulling the bolt on my weapon. I turned around as it clicked into place, setting my sights on him and turning the dial to 'fire'. Pinkie gave a grunt of anger, my finger wrapping around the trigger and pulling it violently. The rifle kicked as the bullet shot from the gun, exploding in a flaming plume. He thrust his whip, creating a loud crack as he slashed the bullet out of the air in an explosion of heat.

I took a deep breath and stayed calm as I pulled back cock again, ejecting the empty bullet and loading in another. Again I fired, the man rolling to the side. I sped up my attack, pulling the bolt and firing within the course of a second. He spun around, twirling the metal whip around him and creating a cage, causing the slugs to explode in a ball of flame, enveloping him in a ball of smoke.

I stood slowly, placing my thumb on the switch located on the rubber grip of the scope, clicking it. The scope whirred, clicking into the butt of the gun as the sniper rifle clicked open, unsheathing its blade and creating a one-sided greatsword.

The Greatsword, Excalibur.

Rass burst from the ruble, thrusting his whip forward. I bend down as the whip snapped violently above me, slashing it away with my sword. Using my momentum, I slashed forward. Rass only stepped back, my blade slashing upwards. He moved away, giving a chuckle.

"Can't even hit me?" He said, snapping his whip. I dodged to the right, rolling under the spine of metal and slashing upwards, creating sparks against the Aura guarding his chest. He flew back, landing perfectly. The way he handled that weapon only spoke of how he was bred for fighting.

He, who trained for conflict. He, who was bred for War.

"Sapphire, take care of this for me." He said in disgust, clicking his whip back into a cane.

"What? Get back here!" I shouted. I watched as he walked away, a woman stepping in front of him. She was my age, despite the beautiful gray hair that hung from her head. Her eyes watched from the white of her eyes, which contrasted her black skin. She carefully wrapped her hands around the duel pistols around her hand, each a dull gray.

"Nice weapons." I said, preparing for a fight.

"Thanks," She said emotionlessly. "They were my mother's."

I charged in, swinging my blade down. She dodged to the right, grabbing her pistols and folding them each into sickles, blocking my attack. She thrust the gray blade to the side with her weapon, spinning around and slashing at my side. I winced, swinging around and twirling my sword like a giant baton, hitting her in the side with my handle. I leaped forward, her sickles slashing forward. Blocking, she fell back and fired several times. I struck again, forcing on of her hands up into the air by sheer force. She recoiled, flipping a sickle and pulling its trigger, bullets firing from the flames. I flipped my hand position on my sword, using my next attack as a defense, hitting her. She skidded back, charging again. The girl raised her sickle, allowing me to dance around her, my hand grabbing the trigger and my hand holding the peg.

Taking aim, despite being in sword mode, I held it low and fired into her stomach. She twirled the sickles around, deflecting each of the fiery blasts. I spun, slashing at her neck with no emotion or fault. She thrust her arms up, using the sickles to block my attack.

My sword hit the weapons, bouncing back. Using its new momentum, I grabbed the trigger upside down and thrust the dial, leaving the dust up to fate and pulling the trigger. The gun glowed blue as the rifle fired, flash freezing her foot as I leapt back, taking aim.

She grunted in worry, my rifle already aimed for her chest. My hands moved to the switches against the barrel. I pulled the trigger as the gun, pulling back on the bolt over and over again, firing in rapid succession. The gun kicked back in my hand, sending pain throughout my palm as I fired all its high caliber bullets violently. Sapphire winced, her hands flipping the sickles and grabbing onto the bottom, thrusting the weapons out. They flew forward, each attached by chain. She twirled the weapons around, intercepting each of the bullets and causing bright sparks of recoil.

I activated my semblance. My mother's.

The bullets, each flashes of light, orbited back and aimed for their target. Sapphire hacked away at the ice, breaking free as the previously deflected ammunition flew towards her. I launched forward, slashing forward with Excalibur. She deflected my blow with a back handspring, kicking my blade into the air and pulling her sickles back into her hands. The girl deflected several bullets, managing to fire her pistols and intercept several midair.

Little did she know she was only adding to my arsenal.

I struck again, our movements blurring as she deflected both my attacks and the mass of attacking lights. I pushed her back, taking my sword and jamming it into her stomach. She sputtered and grabbed my weapon, but it was too late.

I flipped the dial to electricity, firing.

The bullet tore into her stomach, only barely protected by her Aura. Even so, the electricity stunned her and broke her grip, sending her straight through the window in a rain of glass. I turned, folding away my weapon.

As I walked out, I slammed 10 Lien on the table and walked out, waving away at Junior.

"Keep the tip." I said, giving him a fake wink as I pulled away most of my cash. "Just the tip."