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Jaune's Deal
"Heya. Roman Torchwick of Torchwick Candle and Torch Wicks."
Jaune swallowed nervously. This was the respond he'd been told he'd receive. Might as well try. "Hi. Can I have a magnolia and blueberry scented lime green? Medium height."
There was silence for all of about two seconds before a light, playful chuckle sounded through the speaker. "A fake transcript, kid? You sure it's not past your bedtime?"
"Uhh…" Jaune was at a loss for what to say.
"It's all good, kid. How much you got?"
"How much you need?"
"Say… 2.5K?"
"Done." Jaune had that much. He had more than enough. He wasn't proud of how he got it, but… it was worth it if he got to Beacon, right?
"So… details. What's this for? Beacon? Military? Football VIP pass?"
"Beacon."
"You sure, kid? No VIP passes?"
"I want to get into Beacon, and I want to be team leader."
"Sure, kid. Whatever you need. So I need details. Name, photo, weapon?"
"Jaune Arc. Spelt J-A-U-N-E A-R-C. I've got a picture. I'll send it to you." Jaune sent the picture over. He'd gotten hold of a friend of his old transcripts, and copied the picture. He didn't know how to do the rest, though, and asked around, eventually landing an ex druggie who hooked him up with some crazy big guy named Torchwick.
"Huh. Not bad, kid. Alright; I'll get you your team leader position. Mind you, can't promise anything. You'll have to do a bit of acting yourself, so don't come to me complaining. I'll send one of the guys to you at around half twelve tomorrow night. Neo!"
"Uhh… do you need my address?"
"Nah. Romeo and Lawlight. Night club near you. I'll get someone to meet you there. If you stand us up, get us caught, blah blah blah… let's just say it won't be just me who has a lot to lose."