Roman was busy eyeing a red dust crystal as Barry got kicked into a stack of cans near the front window.
His wife would nag him about the bruises.
Henry promptly got kicked outside shattering the left window on his way.
I would nag him about the cost of repairs.
As aura-less as they were the goons were rather sturdy, a testament to junior's hiring requirements. Not to mention that Ruby was pulling her punches.
"Gua!", went Goon 3 as he got caught between the butt end of a mechanical scythe and the concrete.
Well…they were sturdy.
On the bright side it'll weed out the weaklings from Junior's ensemble, that's got to be worth a few bone fractures, right?
One cane shot and ladder climb later I'm on the street wondering if the goons would mind waking up in a trash container.
Fortunately, Barry and Henry managed to pick themselves up rather quickly. It really made you think of what kind of training regimen they went through. Regardless it made for an easy solution to clean up any signs of the gang. I trusted them to skedaddle with their buddies before the law enforcement decided to rear their head so all that was left was the property damage….
"Why don't you ever call for something simple? Like a blown pipe? Or a fallen roof tile? You know how tiring it is replacing the equivalent of a skyscraper in a matter of a few weeks?"
"I wouldn't imagine it being very tiring when its literally what you specialise in, and what I hired you for…..and what the company you work for adverti…"
"That's besides the POINT. ITS ABOUT THE PRINC…mmf", "Look Ash I'm running on a bit of a tight schedule and although I'd love to play: 'Reasons on remnant why to find me intolerable', Trademark Pending… here are the keys to the store, finish up here, lock up the shop, throw the keys behind that bush and I promise that I'll pay you back for being 'inconvenient'…..somehow", in one smooth motion I took my hand away from her mouth, threw her the keys and ruffled her hair….so I'm a fan of theatrics, sue me.
It was a moment before she was left standing in the middle of the street alone.
"He better not be lying…", she grumbled the stamping of her feet pronouncing her frustration, the tint in her cheeks told another story.
*PWoOm* Pwah*
Explosions rang out in a way that could only be translated to her as 'more work'. A sigh broke out 'Well he did at least pay properly this time….'
*Ptah* PouKH*
"eughhh"
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*PWAHh* For the record, blocking a combustible dust crystal explosion? Totally manageable.
Doing it at the last second while trying to keep your hoodie from shredding itself into a thousand tiny bits. A little bit more annoying.
"Could you not have at least kicked it away?", I'm half sure I mumbled that to the girl behind me, I was half sure she heard me, I was slightly less sure if she was about to reply. I didn't stay in front of her long enough to give her the chance.
There were two reasons for this:
Number 1 being that there was no answer she could give that would justify my Pumpkin Pete hoody getting torn, sure you could argue that I have like two others, but that's beside the point, as Ash would put it. "It's about the Princi….Mfph", Hehe.
Number 2 required me to retreat pretty quickly, the battle between G and Ash 2.0 wouldn't last long, and unlike my midget friend I didn't want to see Goodwitch turning into Angrywitch.
I pitied the roof they were on for all the craters that were left, thing is it could've been worse. I don't even think that the two were even going all-out. Props to the Vale Construction companies though, their buildings at least didn't collapse even after having pretty much a quarter of the infrastructure being obliterated.
*shouh* the air shifted, always a bad sign…. or at the very least an annoyance. In this case it came in the form of a cane wielding headmaster watching from the rooftops a few blocks away. Did he just…nod at me? Pretentious bastard, he'll pay for that one…. probably sneak some salt cubes into his morning cup….and no the irony was, once again, not lost on the lad who called another 'pretentious'. In fact, the same boy immediately sat down and pulled out a palm card from 'somewhere' inside his hoody pockets. 'Where did I put the pen….'
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He nodded at the battle before him…a habit he would need to get rid of soon, too ingrained in him from overseeing matches within the academy. He took another mechanical sip out of his thermos, the monstrous blend of caffeine and sugar infusing itself in his body like water to a man in the middle of Vacuo.
He sighed at the damages made to the buildings, something the council would certainly bug him on, still…nothing unusual. He took another sip.
The headmaster of beacon would not without good reasoning be out wandering the city on the rooftops like a comic book vigilante. Not usually at least, in this instance the reasoning came from an unknown informant.
Ozpin's brow furrowed as he recalled how the 'tip' came to his attention.
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*Cooh* *Cooh* Ozpin slightly clenched his jaw as the familiar sight of a carrier pigeon perched itself on his head. He briefly contemplated turning the bird into a curdled meat-paste…..then again blood stains were a hassle to wash off, and it was with that thought that the pigeon flew off leaving another equally familiar rolled parchment on his head.
Dear Troubled Headmaster,
Hello, it's me again sending you this friendly little letter to inform you of your imminent demise. If you're curious about the frequency of which I've sent these letters, it is merely to instill as much fear as I can. As if basting a turkey. Which I will then proceed to have sex with.
That's right.
I'm going to F*cK the fear turkey. Come to the Dust Till Dawn Shop at 7pm Tonight
Sincerely, Remnant's Finest
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Ozpin was shaken out of his thoughts as his senses kicked in, warning him of 'something'…. something glinted in the distance. 'Sniper?'.
An brightly lit ball flew through the night towards him.
Ozpin took another sip.
The ball was about to hit….then it suddenly struggled at reaching distance
It struggled to move forward burning the air in front of it in a kinetic struggle, slowing ever so quickly, eventually halting inches away from his thermos.
A palm card shrouded in a golden aura. Wind rushed past ruffling his scarf.
He swiped the card from the air, glancing over it, his eyes narrowed in thought before his figure vanished.
Dear Fear Turkey
Glad you could make it, get the girl a plate of cookies and a ticket to beacon. We'll see you soon
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Almost There…
Well done if you got the Hell-sling reference, lazy writing I know, don't worry it gets better…. Hopefully.