One polite discussion (aggressive arguing) filled with diplomatic offers (death threats and breast-related insults) later, Black Heart began to make her way silently towards Jack. Whilst they were talking, he'd set about doing what he'd been sent to do: Wandering about the rather limited area of Celestia, carefully using a trowel to pick up plants and store them in the test tubes he had been given. When it came to live insects, he simply used a pair of tweezers and put those into tiny glass cases. His stature could be seen as giant in comparison to the CPUs: He was a good foot taller than White Heart, and at least a few inches taller than Purple Heart and Black Heart. Only Green Heart was remotely close to his height, and could even be seen as taller than him if one were to account for the extra two inches on top that her slightly pointed hairstyle provided. Thus, it gave off a rather strange atmosphere as the gigantic form of an armed man crouched next to small flowers and gently put them into delicate looking glass tubes. Plus, he had rather large hands and feet, meaning many of the things he picked up were simply dwarfed.
And it was because of his size that Black Heart couldn't help but feel a slight intimidated. However, she kept a strong, neutral facial expression as she floated over to him, finally stopping behind with her arms behind her back, looking down at him in her usual expression of disappointment and smugness. He hadn't noticed her yet. Rolling her eyes, she cleared her throat, causing the man in front of her to jump in surprised. "Ah! Shit!" he yelled, rolling over to face her and scrambling back slightly. His reaction surprised Black Heart a tad; She raised her right arm slightly, and crossed it over her torso in a partially defensive position, and that's all she was giving away to him. She couldn't have him thinking he'd surprised her. She was in charge. He was just a human...that had a way with words. Jack breathed heavily for a moment, before frowning. "Oh, it's...it's you. Black Heart, wasn't it?"
"Yes. It was." She sighed in exasperation. "You may be interested to know we're done with our current...negotiations." Jack smiled, stood up, and dusted himself off. He was now much taller than her. She swallowed slightly, looking up at him whilst keeping her strong expression.
"Well, that's better than you all shankin' each other, ain't it?" he beamed. "And how'd they go?"
Black Heart blinked. "...'shanking'...?"
"It's a word where I come from. Means stabbin'. Not important. Anyway: How'd it go?"
"Well," she began, straightening up. She couldn't help but smile at the progress they had all made. "We CPUs have collectively agreed that further negotiations towards peaceful co-existence are to take place in the very near future. The main terms agreed upon currently focus on making it a breach of the peace treaty to take shares through force. Our primary objective as a whole will be to deal with the monster problem which plagues all of our lands." She paused, looking at Jack with a genuine smile. "I...can't thank you enough for aiding us in these talks. They haven't even been considered for centuries, throughout the whole history of our countries' histories." Jack raised a hand dismissively.
"Well, if I solve a few issues whilst I'm here, then that's quality, ain't it?" he said calmly. "Didn't see a reason you lot should all be fightin' all the time. Don't see a reason any countries should ever have to fight anythin' other than a risin' dictatorship. See, we had a war like that once, 'bout seventy years back."
"Oh?" she raised a brow. "I assume it was vastly different to ours."
"Oh, it bloody well was, I tell you," he replied, picking up the satchel that he'd been using to carry the things he was picking up. "One nutjob with a moustache managed take over a country, then got his army of mongoloids to take over a few countries and wipe out millions of people. So you know what the rest of us did as countries?" he asked, beginning to walk over to the other three goddesses. Black Heart kept pace with him, and shook her head as an answer. "We worked together. We all combined our armies and iced the fuckers. Most of the winnin' countries wouldn't have ever even dreamed of workin' as one, but when the Yanks, plucky old Brits, and the Canadians went from the West, and the Commies stormed from the East, the Germans didn't have the slightest fuckin' chance of victory." She looked at him in amazement. It was a less than informative tale, but it...fit. "Little bit of Earth history, for you," he grinned, putting his hands in his pockets.
Upon reaching the remaining CPUs, they turned to Black Heart and Jack. Green Heart bowed lightly. "On behalf of Leanbox, let me be one of the first to thank you for your help in...putting some sense into our actions. I dread to think how long it would have taken and how many lives would be lost had we continued the way we were acting."
"No worries," Jack said firmly, dismissing her by swiping his hand at waist level. "Just doin' my job." Purple Heart tilted her head.
"This is your job?" she asked. Jack threw his head back and laughed.
"Fuck off, 'is this my job'," he snorted. "I just like sayin' that sort of thing. Anyway, so I hear you're plannin' further talks?"
"We are," White Heart said flatly. "All that's left to do now is figure out when." Purple Heart raised a hand.
"Actually, there is one more order of business," she noted. "Where exactly is our new friend going to live?"
"Easy," White Heart replied. "You got a house somewhere in Gamindustri, right?"
"Nope," he shrugged.
"Hotel?" Green Heart asked.
"Not got the cash for it, unless you accept British pounds."
"Flat?" Purple Heart suggested.
"That's the same as a house, ain't it?"
"Prison?" Black Heart smirked, folding her arms.
"I'm of British descent, lady, not Australian. Anyway, let's just put it that I don't have anywhere to live. Closest thing I had to a house was with my Mum, Dad, brother, and sister, back in England. I signed up for some 'Interdimensional Venture Project' bullshit for a laugh, and it turns out it was some top-secret international science project where they built a portal to another world. Also, I didn't read the small print, because apparently it said I might not come back from this place. And...uh, I can't go back."
"Why not?" Green Heart asked. Jack gave her an exasperated look, and spread his arms out wide, gesturing around the area and pacing about.
"OH, I'M SORRY," he called back as he stood in the middle of the Celestial battle arena, "AM I MISSIN' THE BLOODY GREAT ABSOLUTELY STONKIN' HUGE LACK OF A FUCKIN' PORTAL? EXCUSE ME! PARDON ME FOR BEIN' SO FUCKIN' BLIND!" Green Heart frowned. Was he upset that he couldn't go home?
"Apologies if I've hit a nerve," she sighed, "I wasn't entirely certain if you would be saddened by me bringing it up, so I-"
"Oh, nah, I ain't sad," Jack beamed as he went back to the group. "The little bit of England I lived in was a shit'ole anyway and my family were cunts. Besides, it was lookin' like that David Milarage or whatever his fuckin' twat-politics-face was might actually win the general election: Sod that. That dick'ead looks like a fuckin' panda." The CPUs offered blank stares, which Jack interpreted as "what the fuck are you going on about?". "Tangent. Anyway, yeah, I have nowhere to live."
"I could spare a guest room," Green Heart mused, stroking her chin thoughtfully, "Though it would be on the condition that you pulled your weight around Leanbox. Furthermore, I believe your...interesting views on the world might serve well in raising the people's morale."
"So you want me to stand on a podium and shout about why everythin's shit? Do I really need the fuckin' podium? Can I have a shitey little moustache and a German accent?" Green Heart shrugged.
"I don't know: Do you?"
"Probably not. Seems like a pretty fair offer, though. So, cheers."
"Indeed," Black Heart cut in. "I can make the same offer, though the terms in the place of speeches involve helping my sister with whatever it is she wishes to do."
"What, like...y'know..." Jack thought for a moment, trailing off, and causing Black Heart's face to subconsciously heat up.
"Fuckin'..."
She was going to kill him if he stopped there.
The remaining three CPUs were trying to conceal their increasing grins.
"...shoppin' and all that other girly shite?" Black Heart let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
"Oh, I assure you, she isn't that type of younger sister," she said, smiling to herself. 'Uni would have a field day in ripping this guy apart,' she thought wickedly. "She's a little less interested in shopping, and more in destroying monsters."
"Fair enough. So basically the same deal as Green Heart's, but with babysittin' thrown in?"
"Why? Is looking after someone else a problem for such a brilliant mind as yourself?" she asked coldly.
"On the fuckin' contrary, I'll 'ave you know," Jack shot back, raising a finger. "I used to do babysittin' to earn a few extra quid on the weekends, and then I'd blow it all on non-functional guns so I could scare the shite out of the neighbours. Fuckin' hilarious when I had guests, as well: They'd walk in and shit themselves when they saw the MG-53 I had. And so, considerin' how those guns cost me upwards of a few hundred quid each, and I got about twenty quid for babysittin' for four hours, then I could probably say that I'm suited for the job. The additional violence'd be a fuckin' bonus."
"Are you forgetting the deal we made before your little rant?" White Heart pouted. "You said you'd gladly come down to Lowee to help deal with monsters and for us to study. You ain't from Gamindustri, so that makes you an alien!"
"You won't be fuckin' dissectin' me, before you get that idea. Most I can do is tell you about my world and answer questions. Plus, I've already said I'll deal with monsters. All of you have literally given me the same offer with a different side job involved." The three CPUs shared a glance. Well. Shit.
"Then we have reached an impasse," Green Heart said coldly. "I suggest you go with who you feel most comfortable with."
"But then wouldn't it make more sense if I went on loan to all of you?" Jack asked, idly thumbing at the strap of his Mossberg that stretched over his shoulder
"On loan?" White Heart raised a brow.
"Yeah. Like, spend a while at one of your places, then spend a while at another of your places, then spend a while at another of your places, then repeat the cycle. You all seem to have shit that needs doin', so I might as well get shit done for all of you."
"Yeah. I'm OK with that," she smiled. It was a genuine smile. Not sarcastic or homicidal or anything. She was genuinely smiling. He was making progress with her. "But then it boils down to who you're goin' with first."
"Shit, forgot about that," he muttered. "I'm not fussed."
"Well, you have to decide," Purple Heart grinned. "Or else these three'll start arguing over you."
"We will certainly not!" Black Heart snapped. "Besides, we all know he wants to come with me first."
"In your dreams, Bleachy," White Heart smirked. "Need I remind you who he met here first?"
"And need I remind you who is the most...mature out of us?" Green Heart smiled in a slightly predatory way, shifting her weight in such a way that her large endowments bounced effortlessly. White Heart looked like she was about to snap.
"You think he's gonna go with you because you've got some fat on your chest?" she growled. Jack raised a hand.
"To be fair, Green Heart, she's got a point," he said proudly, straightening his shirt's lapels in one motion and looking out to an unseen object in the distance with his hands on his hips in a rather heroic pose. "As nice as they are, you just can't tempt a proper English gentleman, y'know?"
"Are you sure?" she asked. Once again, she shifted, and her assets bounced violently.
"Holy shit, stop," he said. "I'll end up lookin' at them and then I'd be a fuckin' perv. Anyway, like I said, I don't give a shit who I go with. Not like I have anywhere else to be..."
"Prison." Black Heart said coldly, folding her arms.
"Oh, fuck off, I already said I'm not Australian. Hey, you wanna know summat? You strike me as the kind of person who has no fuckin' mates." Black Heart's eyes went wide in shock and White Heart made a loud 'pfft' sound whilst covering a grin.
"I do have friends!" she cried a bit louder than she expected.
"Name them, wanker."
"Um...th-there's...uh...my sis-"
"Doesn't count."
"What?!"
"In-fuckin'-deed, I was right. No worries, though. I'm certain there's more people that're as depressin' to be around than you. They're called politicians." Black Heart was gritting her teeth, and a vein was bulging on her forehead.
"I think you'd best stop," Purple Heart smiled. "She might have a breakdown."
"Fine, fine," Jack sighed, turning and beginning to idly pace about. He reached a hand up to his chin and scratched the slight stubbled beard he had. "Anyway, how're we decidin' who I go with? Can't do a coin toss: I've got no soddin' coins. Swear to Christ, you find useless fuckin' coins all over the place in England, then when you actually fuckin' need one, there bloody isn't one around..."
"I suppose we could go by whoever grabs him first?" Green Heart suggested. Jack stopped scratching his stubble.
"Wait, what?"
"Sounds fair: I'm game." White Heart grinned, setting herself up to leap forwards at a moment's notice.
"What the fuck are we doin'?"
"Well, he'll be coming with me, then." Purple Heart smirked, readying herself.
"Seriously, could one of you tell me what the fuck we're doin'?"
"In your dreams." Black Heart frowned. She was taking it seriously.
"Wait, to Purple Heart, or my que-?"
One catfight later...
"It seems that this all turned out well," Black Heart announced proudly, smiling to herself as she dragged Jack down through the clouds to Lastation below. She was rather full of herself: Her little move where she delivered a sneaky elbow to the ribs really stunned Green Heart, allowing her to grab Jack's armpits and fly straight off the side of Celestia. She was used to it.
Jack, on the other hand, clearly wasn't.
Every time she looked down at him, Black Heart had to resist bursting out laughing: The brash, plucky Brit was effectively hugging her arms with most of his body, looking worriedly down at the passing ground below. Every so often, though, she couldn't resist bumping her shoulder up slightly and watching him panic and hold on tighter. His assortment of bandoliers, straps, bags, and holsters all flapped in the rushing winds, yet his shirt remained remarkably still. She was slightly discomforted by the fact his head was underneath her dangling breasts: She was already aware there were quite a few men that were...fans of her. Jack would be a target of envious letters for a few weeks.
From where he was, Jack could see that the people of Gamindustri had certainly advanced in terms of technology and industry: Factories and swanky-looking houses were everywhere. He envied it: London was a right shithole, and the most exciting place was a skyscraper that nobody gave a fuck about. It was a nice change of pace as well, especially since the last buildings he'd seen were some government-military labs in Nevada, and that was when he was on a bus full of other test subjects that would be going with him.
Criminals, most of them. Whole bunch of them had been transported with handcuffs, so he assumed they must have been on death row or serving life, then been given the offer. Along with his friend James, he was the only one who wasn't in cuffs on that truck. Plus, where the hell did the rest of his mates go? Josh? James? Luke? Fuckin' magicians.
He ignored the thoughts, and noticed how nice some of the houses were, none more so than the much taller building they were headed towards, which seemed to be styled as a mix of a Chinese pagoda and a gothic castle. "That's your house?" Jack called over rushing winds. "Fuckin' hell, you've got it good!"
"Though I admit it pales in comparison to Planeptune's basilicom, it's certainly preferable to living in prison, as I assume you did," she replied. Jack frowned.
"English, lady, not Aussie," he shot back. "So what do I need to do when we land?" He swung his legs slightly, watching his booted feet sway in the rapid winds.
"Nothing. Just stand back and let me to do the talking." She kept her eyes forwards, not looking at him and instead focusing on her landing. "Then we'll discuss the terms of your stay." Jack simply shifted a bit against her arm, gripping onto it for dear life.
"And those were to look after your sister or somethin', weren't they?" he asked. "What's her name?"
"Her name is Uni," Black Heart said flatly. "Also, unwrap your legs from my arm. We're here." Jack paused, and finally complied, disentangling his legs and resigning himself to simply hold onto his surprisingly strong pilot's bicep as they began to descend to a large, tiled balcony. Upon reaching a height of three meters from the ground, Jack let go of Black Heart's arm, dropped the rest of the distance, and rolled to a crouch, hand resting on his Skorpion's grip at his waist as he assessed the surroundings. The white-haired woman who had dropped him off folded her arms and landed, rolling her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"What I was trained to do for a year before I came here," Jack said firmly, finally standing up but keeping a hand on his holster. "If they make me spend a whole fuckin' year doin' the sort of shit that the SAS wouldn't have to do, and then there comes a point where I need to fall onto a hard surface safely, then I'll be fuckin' usin' that trainin'."
"You wouldn't have needed to, I was going to put you onto the ground safely," Black Heart groaned, stalking past him with her heeled swagger towards an office that the balcony connected to. It was lavishly decorated, with an overall feel of some vampiric castle; Books stacked high onto shelves, a large window, large desk with assorted shite on it, and what looked like a Victorian-era elevator shaft set to the side of the room. Black Heart walked behind her desk, and suddenly began to glow purple. Jack shielded his eyes from the blinding light, almost tempted to draw his machine pistol, before the light stopped. Looking towards where Black Heart was, there now stood a younger girl. She couldn't have been even in her twenties, and was wearing an old-styled dress with flecks of blue and red. Plus, her hair was now in two black ponytails with blue ribbons, her eyes were a deep red, and she was wearing thigh-high boots. She exhaled, and sat at her desk. There was a moment's silence.
"Fuckin' hell, that was weird," Jack said bluntly. "You just went from wearin' a catsuit to wearin' a dress, and also dropped down a few years. And centimeters. Also cup sizes."
"Sit down." She shot him a glare, pointing to a chair on the other side of the desk. Jack, not being well-versed in interview etiquette, did nothing and looked at her blankly.
"See, this is why I said you don't have any mates-"
"Sit. Down."
"Alright, fine, whatever you say, Other Black Heart," he whistled, before unslinging his shotgun, setting it against the chair arm, and seating himself down in the fine red chair. It audibly groaned under his weight, and he looked at it. "Not too sure this chair can take it."
"You're a big guy," the girl replied. She kept a frown on him. "Of course it would be strained. There is nobody else I know of but Green Heart who is as tall as you, and even then, you're taller."
"Indeed I am," he nodded. "Anyway: What's the first order of business?"
"That should be obvious by now," she smirked, clicking a pen and throwing it to him, before reaching under the desk and withdrawing a comically oversized stack of papers. "Paperwork."
"Are these immigration forms or somethin'?" he asked.
"Immigration?"
"You don't know what immigration is?"
"Of course I do! They're not immigration forms!"
"Then, they're...?"
"Citizenship papers."
"Wait, citizenship?" Jack recoiled slightly. "I thought that I'd be goin' from country to-"
"Don't worry," she laughed. "You can't legally go between countries without a citizenship. The only people without citizenships are terror suspects, criminals, and on-duty military forces. You're just signing this so it's legal for you to move around a bit more freely."
"Oh...cheers, then," Jack shrugged, before beginning to look over the paperwork. The woman leaned back in her chair and put her feet on the desk whilst she waited for him to get through the papers.
A few minutes later, he spoke up. "So, Black Hea-"
"Noire."
"...Noire?"
"It's Noire. If I'm in HDD, it's Black Heart. When I am like I am now, it's Lady Noire. You'll call me Lady Noire."
"Well...uh, sorry, I suppose. So, Lady Noire..."
"Yes?"
"What happens if I'm already counted as a citizen somewhere else?" Noire sat up and looked at him in shock.
"You can't be!" she cried. "You said you were from another world!"
"I am, and in that world, I'm a British citizen." Noire relaxed a bit. "Is that gonna make any difference?"
"Not really," she replied, checking her nails and reclining again. "The most problems you'll get would likely be people taking an interest in your accent, your clothing, your figures of speech, your height, your foul language, your weapons, your sudden presence close to the CPUs, your high level, and such like."
"So, basically, I'll stand the fuck out. Great. Wait...'High level'?" he raised a brow. Noire chuckled. He really is from another world. Holy heck, he's already through half the papers. Did I fall asleep or something...?
"Here, your prowess in defeating monsters is helped by your level. If you're level one, you'll struggle with even a Dogoo. If you're level one hundred, you'll be able to beat a pack of Dogoos using another Dogoo as a bludgeon."
"So I figure that I'd be a grand total of level...?"
"One hundred and sixty three."
"Yeah, zero, I figured tha-wait, one hundred and sixty fuckin' three?!"
"One six three," she nodded.
"Why wouldn't I be at level zero or whatever?"
"Maybe because you won a fight with the four most powerful living things in Gamindustri by yelling at them?"
"...that wasn't really...winnin' a fight...more...defusin'..."
"Words carry more strength than actions, in some cases. And in your case, you began the end of a centuries-old war."
"Well...OK, but how'd you know what level I am? How do I know what level you are? Or anybody else is?"
"Is it not obvious?"
"No, it really isn't."
"Pfft. You really are an alien."
"Yeah, pardon me for comin' from a world where the only thing that'd cause you a problem would be hoodies on the fuckin' street corner, alright?"
"Ugh. The way you figure out someone's level is by looking towards their heart. After a second, you should be able to see a number."
"...so I stare at people's chests?"
"Yes."
"So you're basically saying it's custom to look at a woman's chest?"
"W-What?! N-No!"
"Then how do I figure it out without being slapped?"
"It...it comes naturally to residents of Gamindustri! You just want a reason to stare at my voluptuous chest!"
"Oh, fuck off. Papers are done anyway." Jack clicked the pen sharply, and pushed the stack of papers towards Noire, who recoiled in shock.
"Wh-What?!" she cried, staring up at the several meter high pile in disbelief. "H-How did you get them done so fast?!" Jack gave a shit-eating grin.
"Ain't it obvious?" Noire glared at him for a moment, before sighing.
"...very well. Congratulations on becoming a citizen of Lastation." She stood up, and leaned forward, offering a hand to shake. Jack stood up as well, leaning forward much further to reach her height, before engulfing her tiny hand in his gorilla-sized monstrosities. Noire held back a squeak of terror.
oh god where is my hand what if he crushes it will i ever see my hand again
After a brief shake, Jack released his grip, and Noire let out a breath she had no idea she was holding before making her way around the desk. "So, anyway, next, I need to introduce you to my sister and the Basilicom staff. Come along."
"Sure," Jack nodded, kicking his shotgun from the edge of the desk up into the air, and racking the pump as he caught it. An orange-coloured Dragon's Breath shell flew from the chamber, rolling onto Noire's desk and finally dropping onto her seat. "Lead the way."
An hour later...
"Fuck me, you really do like your gothic European architecture, don't you?" he said loudly as they passed down yet another corridor that wouldn't have looked out of place in Dracula's castle. "Your house is really fuckin' weird, I'll be honest." The sun was already setting over Lastation, so by Jack's best guess, it was probably about seven or eight o'clock. The time had absolutely no effect on Noire's mood: She turned and offered her seemingly natural glare to her taller, male companion.
"At least I have a home!" she whined. "If it weren't for me, you'd be sleeping out in the streets!"
"And if you'd have sent me out there, I'd have cleansed the streets of criminals personally," he grunted calmly. "Your funeral businesses would also get a bit of extra work comin' in, so there'd be that, as well." Noire sighed.
"You can stop pretending to be a tough guy. I've already seen that you're scared of flying, and that's not very manly."
"Hey, I'm not fuckin' scared of flyin'!" he snapped. "It's just the bit where I'm suddenly not flyin' that gets me worked up..." Just then, there came a loud, female voice from down the hall behind them.
"Sister!" it cried loudly, prompting Jack to turn and face the new voice in a way that wasn't intimidating. Running down the hall towards them was a shorter version of Noire in a less skimpy dress. She had the same red eyes, same black hair...yep, this was probably Noire's sister, Uni.
And holy shit, she was bloody adorable.
Jack looked down at her as she ran past him so she could stand in front of her older sister. Looking down at them, Jack could definitely tell how he might seem intimidating to some of Gamindustri's citizens: Supposedly, the CPUs in HDD were the tallest humans/gods, and Jack was taller than them. Back on Earth, he was average sized. In Gamindustri, he was a fucking giant that was taller than all their sexy, female, multi-coloured variants of Jesus. If he was guessing, Uni had to be less than a hundred and fifty centimeters, since she barely even reached his chest and just reached Noire's nose in terms of height. Even then: She was wearing heels. "I'm so happy to see you, sis!" she beamed. Noire only partially returned the gesture, offering a half smile and straightening up.
"I'm glad to see you too." She gestured towards Jack. "Now, Uni, I have someone I'd like you to meet. This is Mr. Jack London, from a different world. He's going to be helping you with whatever it is you need to do I'm not around." The smaller girl looked up at him worriedly.
"Uh...hi?" she said carefully. Jack smiled down at her.
"Hey."
"Wow. You're a big guy."
"For you," Jack mused, scratching his stubble. "I'm not exactly the tallest where I'm from. In fact, I'd be average height."
"Where are you from? Are you an alien?" she asked curiously, putting her hands behind her back and rocking back and forth on her heels. She really was like a younger sister: She literally didn't care that he was a strange man, as long as he'd spoken to Noire first.
"Well, I suppose it might be hard to explain, but if I cut it down, I get 'Went through taxpayer-funded portal on Earth, and ended up on some floating island in Gamindustri'. So, yeah, I technically count as an alien, if that's somethin'." Uni let out a quiet 'wow', and looked him over in amazement. Jack offered a glance to Noire, who was smiling almost encouragingly. "Are you really here to help me do things?"
"Sure thing," Jack replied. "I owe your sister one for pulling me out of a fight, so she said I could help you out to pay her back."
"She saved you? She's great, right?" Uni smiled. "One day, I'll be just as developed as her, and save people like you all the time!" She paused, and held her hands in front of herself. "Ah-heh...wh-when I learn how to transform, that is..." Noire smiled. Holy shit, she had other facial expressions outside of 'fuck you', 'fuck you', and 'smug grin crossed with fuck you'.
"Sounds nice, gotta say," Jack grinned back. "World could use some heroes to go against the ne'er-do-wells'. You got anythin' you need help with?" Uni put a hand to her chin, before shaking her head.
"Not right now, but thanks for asking, though!" Jack smiled. He already liked Uni a lot, and he'd known her for a good few hours less than he'd known Noire for. Maybe it was because his conversation with Uni was two-sided, friendly, and two of the two parties involved liked meeting new people. When it came to his relations with Noire, they went badly because one of the two enjoyed meeting people, and the other was literally a block of fucking ice with the social skills of Hitler.
So maybe he just prefered Uni because she wasn't shitty company.
Jack turned, and looked to Noire. "Alright, so what do I need to do now?" he asked.
"Personally, I'd suggest you headed back to your room and got some sleep," replied the goddess, checking her nails casually. "Because I'd assume my dear sister is going to run you through the wringer tomorrow." Uni dismissed her with a wave of the hand and tapped Jack's arm.
"Don't worry, it'll be just a few dungeons!" beamed the younger sister.
Jack nodded calmly, patting his Skorpion's holster and tugging the strap of his Mossberg. "I've had the training to kill three men with a pencil; I think I can handle it."