Mistake last time: Jaune's DEX is actually a bit over 20, not 30. I need a beta.
"Jaune, listen to me." My dad returned to his state of boring-ness.
"Our world, Remnant, is polluted with people that will do all kinds of bad things. However, the worst of the worst? It's the people you see walking alongside you when you enter a hunter academy. This… cult is like a stain on humanity; the belief that the soul is real. You see those kids out there? They doin' stuff like meditation, voodoo, and soul worship."
"Dad, I don't think it really matters what this aura is. I mean, it's probably not the soul, and the teachers said we call it that only cuz we don't understand anything about it." I said.
"Well, son, there's a bigger lesson here. Whenever you see people dying… people hurting, you gotta make a decision. Like all Arcs, we take what we can, and we get out. No big risks, no heroics, it's all about your life."
"I know. I won't go on a mission to save people if it's too much of a danger to my survival."
"Just like your grandmother… Come, Jaune, walk with me to your school."
Mom shot me a worried look, and my sisters were in obvious distress. I smiled nervously and left.
"Jaune,"
"Yeah?"
"When you see all these buildings, these kids playing around, and that convenience store right there. What do you think?"
"What do you mean? They're just buildings. Just kids playing around. Just another convenience store."
"These things… they're all concepts, Jaune. All impossible to achieve even if humanity had a different thought at the beginning. Ever wonder what a totally different society would look like? No, we wouldn't ever know. Everything around you is built up upon one thing- the will to survive. Our world is built from this one foundation- the Arc lesson. Society, social norms, marriage, even soda are all ideas that stemmed from one being, and haven't evolved much since."
I looked around, trying to understand. So… all these things were just ideas floating around? What a negative way to think about it… "Well, aura is aura. If it can help me survive, I'll use it."
"Yeah…"
Dad stood there for a moment, and then left. I didn't really know what to think.
Perhaps a higher INT?
-(69)-
"Hey, Jaune." Cornell walked beside me.
"What's up?"
"Ah… the usual. Hey, Jaune… Do you ever feel like… like your parents are just bad people?"
"Me too. Just a bit. My dad… I don't know. He's a retired hunter, but he doesn't like most of the trainees and celebrity hunters."
"Really? Why?" I shrugged. "No clue."
"So… what weapon did your dad use?"
"He hid most of the weapons somewhere, since he doesn't really need them anyway."
I waved my goodbyes, and skipped back home. I did some homework, earning no points in INT… a shame. Dad handed me some lien for the gym, and I walked up to the reception.
"Hi, uh… Can I… buy a pass?"
"Sure. Just fill out this form." The red-haired receptionist looked up from her seat, handing me a set of papers.
[Item]: Ansel Gym Membership Signup sheet
"Here you go." I filled the stuff. It was mostly just personal information, contact info… The shit you'd want to know.
"Alright, head on in. Change rooms are that way." She handed me a card, which I gratefully took. Well, I was already changed, so I didn't mind. Let's see… warmup. There were a variety of things, mainly a short run, and a few simple exercises here and there.
Notes added to journal!
Sick! I read through the concerningly high number of exercises, doing several weights while running… What the fuck was dad thinking? I would have liked to take short breaks, but the reward of the quest was too much to avoid. I saw many people… People with aura, people without aura, hunter trainees, but mostly people without aura. With a quarter of the shit done, I relaxed a little.
Note: Son, here comes the hard part.
Oh fuck?
Gamer's mind pushed me on, urging me to improve for the sake of delicious trait points, you might as well call it a form of insanity. Two minutes in, I was already collapsing.
HP: 189/190
What? I felt my aura go to heal up the light damage, losing two AP in the process. Ah… I suppose my muscles took a bit of a hit, and would regenerate, slightly stronger. I finished up, feeling slightly better, taking a water break.
Now that I had a few seconds, I could think about my future investments. From what I could see, the plan had nothing much to do with DEX, and mostly involved my endurance, strength, and stamina. I dumped 3 points into both lower body and upper body DEX, leaving two points alone for later things. I finished the damn thing in… I don't know, more than an hour? I sighed and left, fully exhausted. So much progress!
Extended amounts of workout has increased your SP by 3!
+1 to (STR Chest/Back/Hip/Abdomen)
For the next few days, school went by as normal, and I gained a few points of INT… And not a single point of WIS. I didn't have any intention of joining a cult or becoming religious, so I put the idea of actually increasing my WIS away.
Persuasion'ssuccess chance depended on different factors, but it mostly stemmed down to intelligence. I soon learned that my previous idea of charisma was being "charming", but that mostly involved radiating an aura of confidence. The more confident people felt about themselves, the more "charming" they were. In other words, for me, that depended on my LUC's pheromone excretion. Well, it also includes experience and skill, but that was a whole different topic.
Pheromone excretion… I didn't have to tell you how morally unjustified that was, upgrading the chemicals you excreted to make people be nicer… It was like a plot from a Bond movie. Observe had a sinister nature as well, and could probably been seen as a semblance in itself, if used properly.
My training? Oh, I did that everyday. Well, I got used to the sensation of aura healing my muscles, but they didn't give too much experience, and I had no way of controlling it. For other aura techniques, dad refused to train me in them. No, it wasn't for the safety of my peers, Em, Mom would go completely berserk!
Call of Remnant was coming along quite nicely, with me reaching second prestige at an alarming rate. I liked the fact that the game challenged you to play again, and oh boy, I was up for it. I set up a simple email account, and I soon linked it to my 720. Mom had actually asked me for the console a couple of times, but seeing that there was literally nowhere to hide it, I convince mom that I didn't have it.
"Hey Nav," I said, passing by the couch. "You watching that movie again? What's it called… The Mat?"
Ice-Cqueenm
Lv 14
Navy "Creme" Arc
"It's the Matrix, Jaune." The brown-haired teenager explained. "Wanna watch? I can restart it."
"Uhh… Sure." Me and Nav were in a love/hate relationship, at least I think that was the word for it. Ya know, sibling stuff.
As the movie started, I kind of liked the data-ish intro. Matrix was around 5 years old at this point, and I believed there were sequels, but I knew nothing further than that. "Morpheus believes he is the one."
"Wow, cliche, anybody?" I asked. Navy slapped me, really hard, and continued watching.
Trinity did a series of decent acrobatic moves, disabling or killing the many policemen. "You know, she could've just stayed on the ground and punched them…"
"This is a movie, Jaune."
"..."
Neo wakes up in his city… Really cool and retro, if I had a say so myself. It was apparently a world where they conquered the Grimm and used up all the dust, resulting in mass expansion of land and seeking of alternatives in science. "Are there hunters?"
"No, the machines killed them."
"Oh…" Neo was soon captured by the agents, which sort of forced him to help capture Morpheus. Neo than was given the choice of pills…
"Which one's the one where he learns about the Matrix again?"
"The red one."
"Oh… Ok." Yeah, sometimes things got awkward during our conversations.
Morpheus explains the whole matrix thing, which was sort of a far cry from my first speculations. They could harvest human aura for electricity! There was a big plan, and serious shit was done. Neo then does a bunch of weird martial arts things, and visits the oracle, which was an even worse far cry from what I'd expected.
"Do you think martial arts is actually effective?" I asked.
"Not really. Some people with fine aura control can perform very well, but it's nowhere as good as modern hand-to-hand combat training. It is what it says to be, an art form."
I laughed when I saw the spoonbender kid, and Navy soon followed, jesus, that fuckin' bald head… And then the movie fucked my mind with false expectations and a lackluster "love wins" ending. Still, a pretty good movie, and they really nailed down special effects, making it very different from all those shitty action films.
"My favourite… It's gotta be Morpheus." I answered.
Nav sighed. "What? Neo is obviously the best character, you know? Main character and all?"
"Neo has decent personality, but he's just a casual stereotype main character."
"Don't bullshit me!"
"..."
"Well, let's just watch the sequel!"
-(69)-
It was a few days later, will I ever stop saying that, when I received the message. Basically, I signed up on a popular forum I found… And guess what? They had a competition! Tickets for the Vale electronics expo (V3), anybody? No? Okay, fuck you.
Greetings, player! You've shot your way through our COR: Regicide tournament, and won yourself a ticket to our very own V3 group!
Ah, there was a printable document posted on the bottom! I quietly produced the ticket, and stuffed it inside my inventory. While I hadn't stored anything other than my console and a few other things in there, the inventory's capabilities were still a mystery to me. Could it store people? Grimm? Bullets?
I chewed on an apple and headed to the gym… Wait. I had no way of getting there.
I mean, there was no way mom would let me go to Vale by myself, and dad wouldn't care enough to step in. Transportation was a fail, too. Cornell's parents would never fly a kid into the city, much less a twelve-year-old! Ah shit… What if I could run there? What if there was… Wait! Yes! Loot! The game said there would be loot, and I had exactly two months to make enough progress. So, my quest began, for loot that could… fly me to Vale?
Shit, first step was to get Grimm to kill. Easy enough, we had a dense enough forest right beside the North-western wall, and if I could sneak in at night, the limits would be endless.
Second, a weapon. Under mom's command, dad promised to not teach me fighting until I was 13. That said, Arbores was my only option… Unless I could steal some other guns… No. Also, convincing mom was a bad idea. You could never convince mom.
I would have to steal shit.
I took a few moments to understand that, and that I'd legitimately have no way to get to Vale if I couldn't get enough lien to either bribe Cornell's parents, find another way, or have ammo for Grimm. So, no stealing guns. All of the stuff in the gun store were civilian models anyway, and the dust rounds were locked up in this safe.
Sigh… Time for a heist.
loot. 12-gauge buckshot were cheap stuff anyways, so it would be unlikely for them to actively start looking for me. I wouldn't steal any guns, so… I spotted the stuff in the glass cashier desk. Maybe i'd take a few birdshot as well, try and hit some baby nevermore.
2. Break-in. I would use rocks to get my way in. Despite there being a heavy garage door, the windows were locked but easy to take care of.
3. Escape. To not leave too much of video evidence, I would disable that computer with all those cables… It was the security monitor. The cameras around Arc home would have to be on, though. Fortunately, I knew the location of all the cameras in town, and… I would kill some of em'. Thank you, 26 STR!
NEW! [Quest]: The Heist
Part 1: The planning (completed)
Part 2: You've decided to use stones to break the windows of the store, leaving as little evidence as possible.
Reward: +200XP, ?
Planning of a heist has given you +1 to (INT Application)!
I calmly observed the shop, planning my entry and escape route. Clothing? Sure, a couple of disposable outfits, perhaps.
Wait… What choke was the gun again?
Cylinder, my man.
Ayy! Thanks.
The boy sneaked his way through the labyrinth of his home, descending downstairs, closing his trail carefully, leaving everything as is, even after exiting his home through the back. For a moment, he did not move, but if you looked closely enough, one might notice the strange motions his hand made, and a beanie appeared over his head.
Why, it appears that a great wizard has been revealed! The boy crept his way past the gates of his garden, crossing many a street before reaching his destination… He breathed heavily, before unleashing several round projectiles in his gloved hand, precisely hitting many devices peached onto the sides of street lights. He again, made that strange set of spells with his hand, and a thick set of clothes covered him, and a padding covered his feet, concealing his footprint.
With a cautious throw, the windows of the weapon store broke apart, sounding an alarm. The boy cursed, quickly hopping into the shop, taking another stone and destroying the cabinet housing hundreds of rounds, all the while breaking cables to rid of the camera footage. In a quick and practiced motion, over thirty boxes of buckshot and birdshot were emptied from the store.
Jaune cursed again and again in his head, bolting out of the store and hiding in a spot he knew his identity would not be compromised, using his inventory to dispose of the outfit.
Stealing levelled up! Stealing levelled up! Stealing levelled up! Stealing levelled up! Stealing levelled up!
You levelled up!
Sneak levelled up! Sneak levelled up! Sneak levelled up!
The heist complete! +200 XP
Job [Burglar] obtained!
[Job]: Burglar-(Rank I)
Remnant is a dog-eat-dog world, and sometimes, you may find yourself in need to obtain your needs and wants through other methods! A burglar is no thief, but a mere stealer of items. +2 to all DEX stats for a quick getaway, and +20% XP gain speed for burglary related skills. +1 to INT stats for a good plan. Skills: Stealing, Sneaking, ?.
-(69)-
I lay in bed that night, having disposed of most things. I had switched outfits multiple times, rolling them up into a bundle and hiding them within the depths of my inventory, nowhere to be found. Inventory's advantage was that it was hard for me to leave any kind of fingerprint evidence, and all that shit I wore would probably confuse them.
Also, I didn't have anything. There was no motive for me to steal those things, and I didn't have them in the first place.
See what I did there?
Wait.
Did I… Just steal from someone? While I thought it was okay to steal in certain situations, I was against it most of the time. I didn't think anyone deserved to have their shit stolen, much less get killed, unless they made other people suffer.
Pain? Suffering? Evil? Those were all loose terms, easy to throw around, but hard to define. What I'd done was for the sake of killing Grimm, but… At least I could repay them. I only stole some of their time… And made their security better. Who the fuck has that kind of room design in a weapons store?
As much as I would like to say I was doing the store a favour to improve their security, I still took their lien, property, and time…
NEW! [Quest]: Repaying
Cause you wanted loot, you stole a bunch of shit, naughty-boy~. Time to give them back their lien!
Pay for property loss
Pay for repairs
Reward: 300XP
Damn my bleeding heart! In two days, I would hunt… And most likely get lien.
Realizations about yourself has given you +1 to all WIS traits.
Those two days passed quickly, and the initial surprise of the robbery was starting to die down. Crime was pretty rare in the frontier, after all. "United against Grimm" was basically the motto of any town or village, and economically speaking, I did less than 1200 lien in property damage… Not much, if you ask me.
Still, for the greater good (loot), I crept down the stairs once again, lifting Autumn's Gift from its display, sneaking out in a new outfit I put together with some old stuff. I sprinted my way across the town, 21 DEX probably making sure I would be there within a minute. Sure enough, there was the climb over the walls. I found footing on the emergency ladder, making sure the patrol wouldn't see me.
With a soft thud, I landed on free ground. I'd never visited too much of the wall, since Grimm weren't really nice things to watch in your freetime. There weren't too many, but most of the time, a few could be observed from the watchtower. I crawled into the forest, opening up my minimap to ensure I wouldn't get lost. For every step I took, hundreds of pixels of coloured square revealed themselves, marking that I'd been to this part of the world. The trees were a little too high to climb, so spotting the Grimm from a distance was probably not the best idea.
As I trekked through the forest, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. The nature was amazing, creating the perfect canvas for a painting. Forests and streams roared around me, with most birds, except that owl, asleep. I was initially afraid of that the wolves might be here, but I soon learned they were not that common. That, and I'd fucking blast them apart if they took one fucking step towards me.
Oh, on the subject of my prey tonight, I studied Grimm a bit before heading out. Mostly hunter forums and official government sites for self-defense and cataloging Grimm. Beowolves… Had to dodge first to make them vulnerable to counterattack. The young kids had no self-preservation, lunging relentlessly and sloppily.
I heard a short growl, and I stood still behind a tree. In my line of sight, three beowolves were walking around, obviously unable to detect anything from the town when 99% of its population was sleeping. Only high amounts of negative emotion was enough to attract them. A simple hissy fit might throw a few wolves at us, but even if Ansel was 10,000 people, Grimm incursions were rare. Morale and happiness was at a good high. I guess I was a little disappointed at not being able to kill my first Grimm with a sword, but life was life. What the fuck am I doing?
Critical Damage: The damage inflicted upon hitting a critical spot. +100% initially, +5% per rank.
Ah, this improved the damage upon hitting vital organs… Not too hard, since even small beowolves were two heads above me. Damn me and my low height… This is all your fault, Navy! I put two points into the trait. Well, at least this was one of my first Grimm sightings where I was in close proximity with them. The Mind obviously stopped a lot of the emotion that revealed myself to the Grimm, so I was basically invisible! Good to know. I took aim with some random stance and grip I searched up online, and fired.
Sneak critical! x335% Damage! The buffs have stacked!
Black Wolf of Grimm
Lv 12
Beowolf Junior-(320/800 HP)
Black Wolf of Grimm
Lv 11
Beowolf Junior-(750/750)
Black Wolf of Grimm
Lv 6
Beowolf Junior-(500/500)
Have you ever heard the sound of a critical hit? Have you ever seen a beowolf hold its mangled face in pain? Have you ever… No more jokes. Straight to the point, it was a fucking beauty. The biggest kid in the group, one with the most armor, was met with another blast from my motherfucking master blaster. Normally, a person would experience serious recoil with this, but I compensated for this with 26 Limb/Hand STR, which was above the possible limit for humans, unless you had aura, or had done professional bodybuilding for several years. 25 STR? Yeah, that might also take a few years.
[Skill]: Shotgun Mastery-(Passive)-(Rank I) Lv 1, 40%
Skill applies to all guns capable of firing shotgun rounds, including slugs. Higher STR and END for recoil control, DEX for better shooting.
+1% Damage
+1% Critical Damage
+240XP!
The other two charged, and I could potentially dodge, but I didn't know how. Like, there were serious evasion techniques to be learnt. I barely reloaded and stepped out of two lunges, turning back to fire one them.
Critical! (327/800)
The ring of a firearm stunned the wolf, and I had a brief chance to fire at the other one, unfortunately not scoring a critical, as the buckshots probably missed the heart.
(300/500)
My hands clacked down on the break-action, ejecting the two shells, which thankfully did not hit me in the face. I pressed two fresh shells from my inventory, which had been organized neatly for quick reloads. I took little aim and shot the small one again, lowering its health to around 80. I turned and fired on the Lv 11:
Sneak critical! Enemy was not aware of your position! +220XP
+30XP! Shotgun Mastery levelled up!
Yeah, you little bitch, that happens when I fucking shoot you in the face with a fucking shotgun! I decided to try my luck in hand to hand combat… not a good idea. I activated my aura, and now my fists had fucking 990 health, unable to break, but merely hurt. I stepped in and punched the thing, reducing its health by… 3. Fuck! I took out a kitchen knife I stored in my inventory, and stabbed it a few times. Ah, the sensation of the first stab.
Critical! Critical! Critical! +120XP
Ah, so Grimm opponents gave 20 times their level of xp. I reloaded and brought out a box of shells, organizing them into neat packs of two in each slot for quicker loads. My AP from punching was already regenerating, since combat was technically over.
[Skill]: Knife Mastery-(Passive)-(Rank I) Level 2, 13%
A long time ago, when man was born from dust, they did not have knives. Later, they made knives. Yeah, they made knives. Hit harder with STR, faster with DEX.
+2% Damage
-2% SP cost
Attack 10% faster
Knife Mastery levelled up! +30XP
I looked on the ground, to see… Weird shit. The Grimm were dissolving, yes, but their remains were forming into…
[Item]: Grimm Bone Light Armor-Left shoulder
[Item]: Grimm Bone Light Armor-Left upper arm
[Item]: Grimm Bone Light Armor-Right Thigh
2 x Minor Health Potion
[Title]: Grimm Killer
Novice Grimm killer… Guy… Dude… Man… Whatever. +10% Damage to all Grimm.
Nice! The health potions restored 15 HP each, and I equipped the pure white armour. It fitted my size with tight white bone straps that protected a decent portion of their supposed area, and no, it didn't have any spikes on it.
It was just… Light armor.
That was pretty fucking awesome, to form loot from the dead bodies of my enemies. I equipped the title. A few lien also laid on the ground… Woohoo!
29 x lien
Ah, so one lien per level for beowolves… Not bad at all.
29/1340
I picked up my pace-
ROAR!
Bears are Gayyyyyy
Lv 14
Ursa Minor-(1400/1400)
Ah, fuck me. I popped two new shots into Autumn, barely able to react to jump right when the Ursa lunged, jaws and paws ready to kill. I jumped back again when it stopped its charge and swiped while turning, but I fired Autumn before that. With its iconic roar of fire, the Ursa's hand was mangled… With no fucking exit wound.
I fired a round into its face, scoring a critical as I jumped back quite a few meters to reload. The Ursa had suffered… 600 damage.
(758/1400)
The bonus damage was from me firing at almost point blank, compared to the encounter with Beowolf & Co, where I stood at a good distance away. Shotguns, even with the most spread, did not spread that much. Call of Remnant and shooter games simply made it that way for balancing issues… Wish I had a fucking rifle.
I reloaded and circled it, firing a shot into its neck, and finally ending it through a shot at through its left ear.
I won't lie, but normal shotguns would probably take two or more shots… Autumn's gift was specifically designed for tough targets, and probably a revolutionary design when it came out. This was a hunting shotgun, and even the worst hunter models were a cut above civilian firearms.
Shotgun Mastery Levelled up! +30XP
+420XP
[Item]: Grimm Bone Medium Armor- Chestplate
It was what you expected, something slightly heavier than the light series, but also thicker and harder. One size fits all! Oh, yeah, I guess the tougher the Grimm, the more defended their armor...
28 x Lien
(57/1340)
I collected my dropped and empty cartridges, and walked deeper in. The Grimm Chestplate felt heavy and new, but it seemed relatively good for protection.
I heard a few rapid footsteps, and I was tempted to check it out, but decided to keep walking. The rustle of a bush brought my attention, and out hopped…
A bunny?
Black Rabbit
Lv 4
Lepus Larvae-(40/40)
It immediately lunged for my feet, but I raised it and stomped it to the ground.
+14XP
"Nooooooooo bunny whyyyy!"
What had I done? Why? How could this have happened? Ah shit, it was a fucking Grimm.
THUD
THUD
THUD
Whose Hops Shake the Souls of Man
Lv 43
Leprechaun-(8300/8300)
Oh, fuck my fucking life. Why did I have to kill a fucking giant rabbit? And what the fuck was a Leprechaun MF doing here? It didn't help that it was almost two Jaunes tall, and it certainly didn't help that there were several Lepus clinging onto it. The giant was truly a giant, it seemed. A white mask with miniscule red tribal marking covered most of its face, preventing me from doing lots of damage quickly.
The Rabbit shrieked and jumped, while I did my best to avoid it. Lepus were known to be one of the weakest Grimm, but this? Holy fuck, it'd probably wreck my ass. Why, game? Why?
My eyes widened when the impact created a small shockwave and crater, throwing me off quite a bit. I ran, fast as I could, until I calmed down… The Lepus was looking for me. With the Mind, I was essentially invisible to it if I was hiding, since negative emotions were the main way of making yourself known to Grimm. The gunshots probably brought a lot in, but i didn't give a shit.
I peeked around the tree and pressed both triggers, with me unable to use that special perk it had since I didn't know aura channeling.
Sneak Critical! (7697/8600)
Sneak levelled up! +10XP
Heh, not bad. I loaded two shells and ran like fuck, blending in with the trees to hide from the Lepus. The tree that was my previous cover was no longer there, as a leap from the Lepus had nearly uprooted it. Fuck, that jump was strong as fuck. I still hadn't taken much damage, probably because I wasn't using any form of never combat. I breathed and assigned five points into critical damage, looking beyond my cover and firing at the mad rabbit.
Sneak Critical! (6855/8600)
Shotgun Mastery levelled up! +30XP
Finding that the tactic was now useless, as i'd been spotted, I hopped into the clearing and popped open the barrel, weighing two shells in my hand before throwing one after the other into the air like flipping a coin, and caught it with the gun.
[Skill]: Reload Trick-(Passive)-(Rank I) Lv 1, 25%
To reload is an art. It is, after all, one step before the kill. Reload at insane speeds with incredible agility, almost like a magic trick. Much faster reloads, and +20% success chance for persuasion related skills.
Ah shit, this was just a bonus. It didn't tell me any new tricks, so I had to learn those on my own. The Lepus jumped and slashed, creating a wave of air I had to jump back from. I took fire again, but it was blocked by its partially armoured arm. Lucky for me, I only fired one round. I waited for the Lepus to move its arm away, and fired the other one. That shotgun mastery, though… Useful.
(6649/8600)
Lepus hopped again, this time aiming to stomp me into mush. I stepped back and took most of the shockwave to the face…
AP:(970/990)
Eh, not bad. I reloaded and pressed the two triggers at the Lepus' eyes, heavily damaging it.
Critical! (6266/8600)
I rolled away, hiding among the trees, and climbing with all my strength up one of them, barely holding on. I reloaded and looked down at the furious rabbit, which had now began looking for me again.
Sneak Critical! (5672/8600)
Shotgun Mastery levelled up! +30XP
Sneak levelled up! +10XP
Gg, easy.
The Lepus roared and leaped several meters above the tree, preparing to crash down and…
GG, hard! GG, hard!
In my panicked state, I jumped off the tree. However, this seemed to be the actual intention of the Lepus, as it sped towards the earth at speeds far too quick for me to dodge. It landed with a deafening crash, sending wood shrapnel towards me. Oh, fuck, tell my family I love them… Was this the final moment of my life? Watching a giant Grimm rabbit dick crush me to death?
AP: 700/990
Lol, easy. I loaded the gun and pressed the two triggers.
Critical! (4831/8600)
Ah, the ole' run and gun. The game continued long into the night. I would run away and hide while the bitch continued to look for me, getting angrier by the second. My eyes shifted to a compromising position, where the Lepus was trying to sniff me out… LIke that'd work. I fired both shots at it, scoring another sneak critical.
Sneak Critical! (4002/8600)
The lepus' senses distorted, my great-ass marksmanship narrowly avoiding its mask and hitting the flesh that lay beneath. Come on… 10 more Xp…
I reloaded and fired again.
Sneak Critical! (3200/8600) Shotgun Mastery levelled up! +30XP You levelled up!
Yes! I deposited 5 points into critical damage, reloaded, and fired again. Jesus, do I have to say this everytime I tell a story (yes!)?
Sneak Critical (2197/8600)
Again! The bunny was now flailing on the ground, having a mangled face does that to you.
Sneak Critical: The enemy was not aware of your position! (1264/8600)
Sneak Critical! (153/8600) Sneak levelled up! Shotgun Mastery Levelled up!
I stomped on that MF, stuffing the gun into its throat and finishing it off.
You won, high five, bitch! +4800XP! You levelled up! You levelled up! (1446/2000) XP
Alright, alright. I admit I was a little cheaty here and there with all the bastard critical hits, but killing a Leprechaun… A relatively weak, but high levelled Grimm. My aim and the fact that Autumn's Gift was overpowered didn't help. My ears were slightly ringing from all the shooting, and I felt the soft shivers in my hand dissipate quickly. Thanks, endurance.
And I did this without aura moves? Fuck you, Grimm were hands-down weak AF.
4300 x Lien
That, however was something worth talking about.
Repeated use of critical damage has made it stronger! +5 to (LUC Critical Damage)
And maybe that, too.
Plain and Simple
Jaune Arc
Lv 11, % (1466/2000)
Title: Grimm Killer
Job: Burglar
HP: 235/235
AP: 1090/1090
SP: 300/300
STR: 26
DEX: 25
END: 18
INT: 14
WIS: 4
LUC: 9
A/N: Did you like the fight? I mostly had Jaune be a sneaky bastard, using mostly crits. The reason why his shots even did damage was the critical system, which massively boosts damage, and sneak, which massively boosts sneak damage. Also, I left a huge fuckin' hint in every chapter… Surprised none of you noticed. If you did, just say you have. Don't spoil it for others!
Ssjzohan: What? I confuse m8.
Meh-Master (Guest): No.
Joe Stratnoff (Guest): It was intentional, all right. I'm not writing this on the fly, although some ideas are relatively new. You'll get your answers soon enough. Plus, just because I wrote his views, doesn't I'm going to keep them. It's actually quite common for people to think this way, and as I've mentioned, Jaune doesn't know any "knight saves damsel in distress" stories.
Willfant: You got it, I won't stoop so low like many other fics.
Anonymous (Guest): Ayyyy! I will admit, I didn't know what you meant at first, since I don't own a Wii or play smash. Also, aura is not nerfed that bad.
TheLastDarkovian: Yep, fear the Jaunetor! And… I don't think Jaune will be interested in someone he's seen as an 8-year-old. I don't like the idea of someone having a crush on 12-year-old Jaune, and in the future, it will probably be hard to like him at all.
Plasma Dragon 312: Thank you for understanding the point of the gamer existing in the first place! To become powerful. I'll see ya in the next one!
BTW, does anyone know how old Winter is in canon right now? The show is terrible at doing character introduction!
I need a beta who can correct mistakes, and ask a few questions in case a scene feels stupid or doesn't make sense.
Remember to review! Tell me what you think, any criticism is fine.