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Volume 1
Arc 1: The Marked Warrior
Chapter 3: Bets and Tests
If he were to be honest, Jaune should have known that this wouldn't be as easy as he had thought. Case in point, he was now surrounded by a bunch of armed henchmen with their boss looking like he wanted to interrogate him and then some for saying that name. But hey, he just needed to be confident that they wouldn't try to shoot or stab him, there was no need to make things messy unless that was what they wanted to happen and so he would have to oblige.
After taking another casual sip of his cocktail, the blond then began to talk. "I heard from someone I've met that he and his Hyena gang have been making things difficult for your territory and the people under your gang's protection ever since they came here from Atlas with some tech, something about your boys not being able to do their jobs because of it."
"Who told you that?" Junior asked him but before he could answer, the older man noticed the visor hanging around his neck and groaned, confusing the warrior. "So it was him then huh? Men, put your weapons down, it was just Talon who told him."
Junior's henchmen obeyed the order, putting their weapons back in their proper places and moving about around but still keeping a close eye on him. The owner of the club meanwhile, sighed and took a seat himself, prompting the bartender to start making a new drink. "Tell me kid, did Talon send you here or did you ask him for directions?"
"It's mostly the latter but as it is, it might as well be the former too." Jaune answered after he sipped and swished the contents of his glass. "He told me about this whole issue with Scar and his Hyenas, that they were getting nearer to his place and wants it dealt with."
"Let me guess, he also told you that if you helped me then I in turn would help your search." Junior told him as he received his own drink and took a swig of it.
"That is indeed the case." The blond answered as he drained his glass. "I do find that a fair bargain."
"Really now, what makes you think that I'll even agree to it?" The club owner asked as he drained his own glass of its contents.
"I don't. It's your own decision after all." Jaune answered simply before an idea wormed its way into his mind, making him grin. Time to spring a trap for him then. He thought. "It's a shame though, since you could have had them dealt with immediately by yours truly if you agree. And no, that isn't a joke, I'm serious."
"What even makes you think that you can do what my men couldn't? Let me tell you something, some of them are in the hospital already because they couldn't stop Scar and his stupid gang using those stolen tech."
"Is that all they did?" The blond asked, eyebrow raised as he ordered another Dark N' Stormy from the bartender.
"NO!" Junior boomed as he angrily slammed a fist on the table, ignoring the piercing look that the bartender sent him. "Those a-holes stole some of my assets and are currently extorting the people from my territory that he managed to get. They're making me lose the credibility that I worked hard to maintain!"
"Then tell me, why aren't you letting me do it?" Jaune asked as he received his second glass of the day and paid the bartender.
"You're an unknown and I can't have that." The club owner answered and the blond warrior could not find fault for him to think that.
"Junior, why don't we make a bet instead if you won't agree?" He asked the club owner, his mind already set on how he would approach this issue and finally get the information he needed.
"The question would be what kind of bet you're talking about." From behind him, the blond could hear the sound of high heels on the floor and then stopping just near him, making him raise an eyebrow at that but he didn't dare turn away from his drink and the conversation.
"Let's say that I do this dirty work of ridding you of these guys." Jaune said before draining his glass and talking once more. "In a span of a week or less starting today and once I finish, you will have to give the information I need, free of charge."
"And what happens if you don't reach the deadline?" Junior asked, making the blond smirk as he could tell that the man had already taken the bait that he'd set.
"Well, I'll still continue to purge Vale of Scar and his Hyenas if that's what you're wondering." He said with another sip of his cocktail before adding. "I'll just have to do it under your rule as a henchman, who you don't necessarily need to pay and as a bonus, you get to decide when my services will be over." He then shrugged. "That is unless you don't actually have the info I need and I'll just stick to what I've been doing after that."
Jaune had to hide his grin by drinking his glass' contents upon seeing the gaping look of Junior and the widened eyes of the bartender, along with the feminine gasps he heard behind him. "Now, I'd say that it's a highly beneficial bet, isn't it? If I win you win and if I lose, well," he shrugged, "you still win."
"Are you even serious kid?"
"Yup!" He replied with a cheery nod, making sure to make the 'p' sound pop.
"So you're basically doing this and for what, information only?" The club owner questioned with an incredulous look.
"It's important information, mind you. I wouldn't have made this bet otherwise. Besides, if I do this, I'm still entitled to a favor from you."
"Are you going to take it then? The offer's going once." The blond raised his pointer finger to emphasize his point as the man began to mutter to himself about it, "Going twice."
"Okay, you've got yourself a deal." Hook, line, and sinker. Jaune thought upon receiving Junior's answer before finding the man's pointer finger pointed at him threateningly. "But don't you even dare think about double-crossing me on this deal blondie. I've got a lot of friends and people who owe me favors and I'm not afraid to use them against you."
"Hey, I'm a man of my word." The blond simply said before taking his sisters' pictures back from the table and returning it to his wallet. "So, do you mind pointing me in their direction already? I really want to get this started."
"Not yet." Junior said before looking behind where he was seated, likely at the two females he had heard earlier. "Get a suit fitted for him. If he's going to attack Scar and his goons then he might as well look like he's from us, saves us some time if he loses this bet too."
Jaune turned around his seat and saw raven-haired twins, the one with the red dress armed with sharp claws and the one with the white dress armed with bladed heels, both stone-faced as they looked at him, the former that is, since the latter looked like she didn't want anything to do with him. Harsh.
"You sure have some guts to make a bet with our boss, blondie." The white one eventually said to him with arms crossed seconds later.
"Well, I've kept my guts with me for the last ten years, so a little gamble wouldn't hurt me much." The blond said with a sardonic smile before getting onto his feet and bowing a bit to them. "I should introduce myself then. My name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, ladies love it. May I know your names, ladies?"
"Do as you're told and maybe we'll let know our names." She said with a haughty huff before beginning to walk away. "Now come on, let's get this over with. Maybe Scar will do us a favor and rid us of a waste of time."
Ouch, make that double harsh. Jaune thought with a wince before looking at her sister who looked a bit apologetic and bowed slightly before following her sibling. Shaking his head, he looked at Junior and pointed at his bags. "Can you please keep my stuff safe until it's over?"
"I'll have it in one of the V.I.P booths. Don't worry. We won't check what's inside." The club owner answered.
"Really? Thanks a lot Junior." With that said, he followed the two girls to whatever destination they were going to.
Walking out of the club, the blond kept a close, but not too close distance behind them as he didn't really want to be accused of being in their personal space by little miss harsh. He didn't even dare talk either because of said person.
Maybe my first impression on them is that I'm an arrogant idiot? He pondered before nodding to himself as he saw what the most likely answer was if he were to judge everything that happened in the club. Yeah, it probably is. Great, just great, I guess this means that you can't always be popular with the ladies Jaune.
It did not take them long to reach the place they were going to as it was only three blocks away from Junior's club. The front of the establishment featured mannequins clad in fine suits behind the glass pane and above it sat the sign 'Heirloom'. The twins entered quickly and he had to open it for himself when the white one closed it behind her.
Inside, he could see how glossy the wood work around was from how polished it was. There were a few more mannequins that displayed more examples of fine clothing, to his surprise however, some of them were female and had on appropriate dresses too. Then again, he should have noticed that the other mannequins for display on the glass pane had womanly proportions. There were two different colored curtains that were just two meters away on each side of the wall behind the counter, which he guessed was the fitting/dressing rooms for females and males.
Looking at the counter, it was manned by a guy dressed in a simple suit that didn't diminish its quality, brown eyes crinkling beneath his eyeglasses as he chatted animatedly with the twins. "Ah yes, well, I'll tell the Missus that both of you girls greeted her when she's finally out of her burrito mode in the blankets. I think that the last order she handled was a bit too taxing I'm afraid, even for her. But hey, this is Flamma we're talking about, I'm sure her passion will get her on her feet soon."
"That's good to hear and do tell us when we could hang out with her next. Now, we're here on urgent business for the Boss and it's for the guy behind us." The red twin said courteously.
The man's eyes widened just a bit then turned to look at him and smiled, pointing to the curtain to his right. "Right this way young man, just take one of the rooms inside and I'll have you fitted shortly. I understand that the suit will be needed quickly, yes?"
"Yes sir." Jaune nodded and did as he was told, pushing aside the dark blue curtain and taking one of the two rooms available inside. Just a few seconds of discussion later, he heard the man tell the girls to wait for a while before entering the room as well. Strangely enough, he didn't have a measuring tape with him.
"Do you mind telling me your name young man?" The man asked with a smile just before it became apologetic. "I'm afraid that young Miss Melanie simply referred to you as, and I quote, 'an arrogant blond idiot who's going to get himself killed soon enough'." He said while making air quotes with his fingers.
What the hell in my ancestor's name did I do to her to warrant all this?! The blond groaned, letting his gloved palm to eloquently meet his face. Sighing, he brought his hand back down and bowed before answering. "My name is Jaune Arc sir."
"Good to meet one as well-mannered as you are Mr. Arc." The man said with a smile as he raised a hand to him, making him realize he wished to shake hands. Raising his own, Jaune grasped and shook the man's hand. "My name is Willow Wisp but you may just call me Mr. Wisp. I'm the co-owner of this place along with my wife, Flamma. I handle the male customers while she handles the female customers although she does sometimes design clothes for men, only when she wants to."
Ceasing their handshake, the brunet gestured to the blond's armor and getting the hint, he began to remove it so that he could be fitted, though he still wondered how. After removing them all, he saw the older man raise an eyebrow, intrigued at the somewhat tarnished bunny print of his hoodie. "Isn't that a limited edition Pumpkin Pete Hoodie that you get when you send in 50 box tops?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?" He asked, oddly enough, he felt as if the man wasn't the only one who reacted at the sight even though it was only them in the fitting room. Or are we? He thought as he found his gaze drawn to the wall behind Mr. Wisp. Who could be hiding there?
"Oh nothing, it just reminded me that I have to buy some of that unhealthy cereal later. My wife's been craving them a lot recently even though I always warn her about it." Mr. Wisp said, his posture looking exasperated but resigned though he still kept a fond smile on his face. Clapping his hands together, the man perked up, eyes closed as he reached for the light switch on the wall near him. "Now, please don't be alarmed by this Mr. Arc but I will need to switch off the light for the fitting."
"Wait, aren't tailors supposed to be using measuring tapes for this and with the lights on?" Jaune asked, a little confused and suspicion rising at what the married man said.
"Oh there's no need for those things to be used, at least for me that is." The short-haired man said as he removed his large-framed glasses and kept his eyes closed. The blond however, looked at said item incredulously when he found that while it was clear looking on the outside, the thing was pitch black when looked through. The lights were then turned off and he realized why as twin bluish-green orbs lit up in the dark and began looking at him up and down quickly before dimming a bit and disappearing as the lights went on again, revealing that the man had now donned his glasses once more.
As Mr. Wisp pulled out a small note book and pen inside his breast pocket with which he began writing down, Jaune voiced his first guess for why the man could see him clearly and perhaps more in the dark. "You're a Faunus, aren't you?"
The brunet paused for a few seconds before his sharpened gaze was set on the warrior, the grin he had fully displaying incisors a bit larger than what humans have. "And what makes you think that to be the case then Mr. Arc? Have you not considered that it's just me having a semblance that hurts my eyes a bit too much in the light when I'm not too careful?"
"Why did you use your eyes– in the dark no less, then?" He told the man with his arms crossed.
"Answering my question with a question now are we? Then again, so have I." The grinning man said with a chuckle before nodding. "Very well, my semblance allows me to accurately measure everything so long as I can see them but it makes them rather sensitive, too sensitive actually, in light after using it. Hence my need for this glasses and turning off the lights, found it much easier that way. Besides, this is a rush job so to speak."
"If that's the case then you would have told me about that first or you could have just taken my measurements normally, quite easily I might add. Other than that, perhaps it is a bit of both." Jaune said though he had another answer. "Besides that, your fight or flight instincts are acting up, I've seen other Faunus act that way when confronted, especially those who have more subtle traits and blend in easier with the crowd. I've no problem with that since I've got two Faunus sisters, one of which is still missing along with my other sisters and that I've been searching for."
He then raised his arms as a sign of peace. "Look, I'm just stating things that I've observed over my travels." He then pointed to the wall behind the co-owner. "And I can tell you're not the only one reacting to that, there's someone who's been eavesdropping inside that wall."
He heard a feminine gasp from inside the wall while the man blinked at him before he howled with laughter. "Hahaha! Quite perceptive aren't you? I guess subtlety is out then." He watched the man tapped the wall, from which grumbling sounds could be heard. "Come on out now honey. He passed the standard test with flying colors and beyond expectations! It seems that he's not gonna be like the usual newbie grunts from Junior."
A section of the wall slid open, revealing a woman with her body wrapped in a green blanket and leaving only her head free from the material, fully displaying the twitching wolf ears she had colored like her wavy russet hair, her matching reddish brown eyes glaring at them with a pout. "And that means we have to make him something better than the ones we make for his goons because he actually decided to question us and sensed me."
"Well, you know the rules that Junior set for the services that he offered to us, Flamma. We test any prospective employees of his if they're going to be simple grunts or ones who actually use their brains like this guy did." Mr. Wisp said as the woman began to walk back to the corridor behind her that eventually led to stairs, both of them following afterwards when Jaune was gestured to do so by him. "Otherwise we wouldn't have a place at all in this part of Vale. Not too many are as tolerating of our kind as he is, let alone giving protection."
"I know and that's what vexes me. We wouldn't have to be in the red-light district in the first place, and I wouldn't even need to hide inside here if the White Fang hadn't decided to go all militant in the first place and make things worse for faunuskind." The female faunus turned to look at him when they stopped before a metal door that had some sort of console near it, probably as its lock. "I'm sorry for bothering you with our conversation Mr. Arc but I am simply disappointed at our fellows ever since Sienna Khan took over from the Belladonnas and exiled them to Menagerie nearly eleven years ago. Many have misinterpreted this and took advantage of the more violent approach that the Fang now has."
"It's okay Mrs. Wisp, I understand." The blond told her, making the woman look at her husband, who shrugged, and smiled before turning back on the console, not seeing the teenager frown as he found his mind connecting the dots on why his oldest sister couldn't leave the Faunus populated continent. So that's why you couldn't come. I should've known.
The door slid open when the woman placed her hand on the device, revealing a room filled with different types of cloth, sewing/weaving machinery/equipment, and a lot more mannequins than he had ever seen in his life. The couple then turned to look at him and grinned in a strange way but didn't make him uncomfortable. "Well then, it's time for us to make you a suit fit for a fighter."
As Jaune found himself back in the fitting room about fifteen minutes later, he felt conflicted. He didn't know whether he should feel impressed at the speed that Mr. and Mrs. Wisp had made his suit, specifically the latter with her semblance which allowed her to increase the speed and precision of her hands by a factor of ten at the cost of depleting her aura and tiring her, explaining the need for her to rest, and how high the quality of it was while keeping it functional.
Or feel violated by the fact that they factored every single measurable part of his body to make his suit completely comfortable and fit him perfectly.
And by every single measurable body part, he meant everything.
To think that Mr. Wisp's semblance allowed him to do that. No wonder he had to wear those glasses. Otherwise, he'd see a lot more than what he's allowed to if he's not careful with it or what his wife would allow. The blond thought as he had his hands to cover his face, tinged red by embarrassment. Eventually however, he had to man up and look in the full body mirror at how his new clothes looked on him.
His black tuxedo looked good, felt good too as he found after executing punches, knife hand chops and elbow strikes, allowing him a free range of movement, ensuring that he could use his arms well in a fight in it. The same could be said for his similarly colored slacks, as he tried and succeeded to do a right straight kick, a left roundhouse kick, and an alternating kick easily.
As he was adjusting his red tie however, Jaune still felt as if his outfit was missing something integral. Looking at his folded clothes and armor pieces on two of the chairs, he smiled as he found exactly what he was looking for and grabbed it. The chain went to life with a pulse of his aura and sensed the change in his apparel, reducing its size so that it could be concealed as it snaked its way underneath his sleeve and wrapped around him, a light blue glow emanating from the links of metal.
Jaune, you look rather dashing. I believe that is what females say, if I do say so myself. The chain said with its feminine voice.
Whoa, it's been a while since you last spoke. What gives? The blonde asked and somehow, he could feel as if she raised an eyebrow at him, if it actually had one or a body.
Well you were preoccupied in the last few days with that sailor girl so I thought it appropriate not to speak. Otherwise I would have distracted you from your pul–
Okay that's enough with the details you can shut up now. He pleaded to her so that his mind wouldn't go to places. Please stop.
But you looked like you were having fu– With that unfinished, Jaune tuned her out as red briefly seeped onto his face, busying himself by grabbing his belongings and putting it into a bag that the couple provided for him before leaving the fitting room but not before putting his Talon™ visor on his face.
The other four people in the establishment stared at him as he got out, the faunus duo looked very satisfied at their work on him while the twins had vastly different reactions from each other.
The red twin eyed him and smiled, making him smile in turn at how genuine it was. "You look good in the suit Mr. Arc. I will not mind working with you in the future if you lose the bet."
The white twin– whom he now knew as Melanie if Mr. Wisp's words were correct– however, huffed, making his smile drop as he awaited what she would say. "Hmph, at least he looks a bit more competent than before, still a dead idiot though."
Jaune didn't know what to feel about what she said but settled with a strained smile. "Oh, I see. Shall we go and get this over with then now ladies? I'll need to put my clothes to where Junior put my other stuff you see." He then turned to the owners of the shop and bowed deeply to them. "Thank you for everything Mr. and Mrs. Wisp, I'll repay you when this is all over."
The two faunus waved it off. "If you plan to repay us, just deal with Scar and his Hyenas. Now go on, get going Mr. Arc." With that said, Flamma Wisp went back inside through the door behind the counter while Willow Wisp stayed there and pulled out a sketchbook.
Seeing this, the blond warrior opened the door for the twins and closed it behind him after they got out. Finally, just a little bit more and he could finish this, having no intention whatsoever at losing the bet. Finding his sisters depended on it.
Junior watched as his employee to be– or just another dead body to dispose of– left the premises of his club for the second time of the day, now nearing dusk as he had to brief the guy on his one man mission, providing him the location and layout of the building used by Scar, to get rid of the invading pests in his part of town.
He had to convince the blondie to not bring his weapons however as it would be too obvious that he came looking to fight them. Eventually, to his surprise and a bit of worry, the guy agreed. So, to make it seem that he didn't send the guy to his death and to ease his conscience, he provided him with some of the weapons that were available in his armory. In the end, the teenager chose only a hatchet, a knife, and a sword, all concealed in a metal suitcase. As for the guy's answer for when he asked why he didn't bring any guns?
I really don't know how to use a gun. Besides, this would have to be enough Junior, because I've got a feeling my weapons would be a little too overkill.
He's got real balls of steel for thinking he can actually do this job and win with just normal weapons. Junior thought before looking at his only female employees, the Malachite twins who were using his scroll. The call then ended and the two turned to look at him. "So, did blondie activate the camera of his Aura Visor? Talon did tell him that it has that function after all."
"He did boss." Melanie said before giving back his scroll, which now displayed the live feed he requested from Jaune as proof of his progress.
"Good, let's go to my office and transfer this live feed on my wide screen. We might as well treat this like a movie." He said as they walked behind the bar and into the private area of the club.
"We better have some popcorn and drinks then. I'm gonna have fun watching blondie fail." Melanie said with a haughty smile before pointing at the first henchmen in her sight.
"Hey you!" The random henchman looked at her with confusion before pointing at himself. "Yes you! Get us a bucket of popcorn and drinks. ASAP! Bring it to Boss' office."
With that tone of her voice, the henchman hurried to do her bidding lest he face the possible consequences, making Junior look at his white clad subordinate in annoyance. "Melanie, you could have just asked him to do so nicely."
"And let them get the satisfaction? Puh-lease I don't think so Boss, not until they've become more than just muscles-for-brains minions." She replied to him, ignoring her sister's resigned sigh.
The club owner gripped the bridge of his nose as he groaned, though he couldn't exactly fault her for thinking harshly of his henchmen. They were thugs, mediocre ones who only knew how to group up and hit an enemy or enemies till they fell unconscious and clean things up. But still, they were his subordinates and they chose to follow him, which is why he couldn't help but hope (not that he'd admit it) that the blondie would get revenge for his fallen men. Now, they only needed to see what would be the outcome of this little bet.
It had taken a long time for blondie to arrive at the abandoned warehouse that used to belong to him and that the Hyenas had forcefully claimed as their base of operations. During which Melanie had spent her time filing her nails along with Miltia while Junior handled the paperwork piled on his desk that had on a wide holographic display that projected the view. Upon seeing him arrive at the place, the club owner spoke. "Well, well, it looks like blondie is finally there, girls."
The twins stopped what they were doing and grabbed two of the three buckets of popcorn that the grunt had brought to his office and popped a few into their mouths. He wisely chose not to comment and had a few from his own bucket as the popcorn was only plainly salted ones.
From the blondie's point of view, they saw him casually approach the entrance to the wire fence that surrounded the warehouse, making Melanie scoff. "Arrogant."
They were not the only ones to notice blondie's actions as three Hyenas appeared from the shadows of the stacked crates near the entrance, laughing at the blondie. [Well, would you look at that boys, it seems we've got ourselves some prey, from Junior's too.]
Junior glared at the Hyenas, all of them clothed in their signature black spotted sleeveless grey fur coats, their eyelids painted black in reference to the wild animal that they'd named their gang after. These were only a few of Scar's brutes, brutes who stole superior technology, using it against his men, property, and business, but they'd already earned his hatred with their blind and fanatical loyalty to Scar.
[So, you guys are Scar's Hyenas then?] Blondie asked them.
[Yeah, and you're going to be a splat on the ground once we're done with you.] The biggest of the three said as he pounded his fist to his palm.
The shortest of the three Hyenas put a hand over the big one's fist. [Easy now big guy, you know what the boss told us.]
[Too true, I don't want to miss out on all the good stuff.] The Hyena with the average height added before looking in the direction of Blondie's face and grinning wickedly. [But maybe we can nab some of this guy's first before tonight's feast, right?]
[Now, now boys, I'm here to talk with your boss.]
What are you planning blondie? Junior thought with narrowed eyes. Don't tell me you went chicken already because of them.
[Hah! Is that baby bear Junior not paying you enough?] Tiny taunted with a smirk. [I thought he would have more to pay his henchmen with all those we eliminated.]
The club owner's blood roared in his veins at the insult to his fallen subordinates. Oh hell no you arrogant little son of a–!
[Or perhaps that white bitch and the red stiff is playing hard to get and not giving what they should?] Huge mocked as he laughed.
All three of them were shocked at what the brute said before the Malachite twins swiftly rose up in indignation and righteous womanly anger at the insinuation and approached the holographic display with their hands raised, as if wanting to strangle the mocker dead. It was something he would have allowed if it were possible and would have done anyway had it not been for them to see blondie's foot lash out and hit the bastard directly between the legs.
Reflexively, Junior cupped his own crotch at the sight while he saw the twins smile vindictively at the guy's punishment. "Yes! Go get them blondie!"
[You know, I gotta admit that she's really…unpleasant but you've got no right of accusing a lady and her sister of being a tease when it's clear she's not really interested.] A metal suitcase was then slammed to the big guy's face, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold before said suitcase was thrown to the little guy who tried to run away, rendering him unconscious upon hitting his head. [Also, I don't like it that you guys killed people, even if they were thugs. Grimm should be the only ones we should kill.]
The metal suitcase was then retracted by a chain wrapped around its handle, something the club owner just noticed, before blondi– no, Jaune, approached the average guy who now looked like he should have worn his brown pants for today. [Now then, you are going to tell me everything that you know or I'm gonna have to do something, capiche?]
As Junior had come to expect from the blind loyalty of Scar's Hyenas, the guy stood defiantly on shaking legs and glared. [N-no fucking way asshole! When Scar finds out about this he'll kill you and your boss for this!]
The three occupants watched as the hyena's face then turned to one of fear. [Let me tell you something, I've no intentions of dying and I'm a man who keeps his word.] The blond paused with a sigh before his hand shot out, grabbing the guy's throat. [Guess I'm gonna have to do something then.]
[W-what are you going to do? Put me down!] Average guy yelled as he tried to break free from Jaune's grip but continued to fail.
[I already told you, didn't I? Something. So that's for me to know…and for you to find out.] Jaune then simply said this. [Brace yourself.]
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