In Vale Midnight
I walked around until I found a park and sat on a bench nearby. I looked in my pip-boy till I found the |factions| section.
|Factions| notes on you
|Salem| Wanted\Accepted, for arriving in Remnants.
|White Fang| Infamous, thou they don't know your identity.
|White Fang| Noticed, from helping faunas in Random events.
|Atlas Military| Infamous, for attacking 'The General.'
|Atlas Kingdom| Wanted, for attacking 'The General'.
|Underground Criminal Ring (Vale)| Noticed, for communicating with a leader.
{Note: If a faction has 2 notifications then you successfully hid your identity. If a faction has 2 notes on you in 1 notification, they have mixed feelings on you.}
I then noticed a girl that had a Neapolitan color scheme. She was staring at me and had a very disturbing smile. I looked away to see what made a noise behind me, and then looked back to see an empty space.
I shook my head and told myself, "You've been playing to many horror games."
"Are you sure? I saw her to," a voice said next to me.
I jumped and saw it was Roman Torchwick, with his eyeliner and all, that spoke. "Shit, you shouldn't do that. You might end up dead," I told him that.
"I doubt that," he replied with a smug tone.
"Yeah? Well who are you and what do you want," I asked him to see his response and to see if a 'native' should know of him.
"You don't know how I am? What are you some kind o-" he started but stopped when he saw my attire. "Forget I asked. I am Roman Torchwick, thief extraordinaire," he said and then pointed behind me. And that is Neo, My right hand."
I looked back and saw Neo, the same girl that vanished. "She's Cute," I said without thinking, and blushed a bit after I noticed I said that out loud. 'This feels very cliché, like over used to hell and back' I thought as I face palmed and apparently Roman and Neo were shocked.
"Well that's new to hear. You do know she can kill you in less than a minute," Roman informed me.
I then use [Observe] on both of them and 2 dings sounded of my left arm.
Name: Roman Torchwick
Job: Thief
Title: Most Wanted Man
Level: 36
HP: 2,370
AP: 920 {Locked On Number}
STR: 60
DEX: 103
VIT: 86
INT: 93
WIS: 96
LUK: 104
Skills:
[Cane mastery] level: 100 Passive
Effects: Cane based weapons do 200% more damage.
[Grappling Hook mastery] level: 95 Active
Effects: Grappling Hook weapons do 200% more damage
[Flare Gun Mastery] Level: 67 Active
Effects: weapons do 200% more damage
Name: Neopolitan (Neo)
Job: Criminal
Title: {ERROR}
Level: {ERROR}
{Further information Corrupted}
I just looked at Neo's info, or lack thereof, in shock, but then l herd Roman ask something. "What," I asked.
"I said in herd you want a forged job application," he said.
"Yes, and well you can tell why," I told him in response as I looked at myself.
"Yeah, and you do have experience dealing with Grimm right?" he asked me. I looked at him in a dead pan expression. "Alright, shish sorry I asked," he said. "It'll take some time, but I'll leave Neo here to watch over you," he added.
"I don't need a guard," I replied angrily to him, "I'm capable of handling myself."
"Easy now, I'm just saying you need a guide… and new cloths. Maybe better gear," he said as he looked at me.
I followed suit, and looked at myself and responded to him, "Right, I apologies for the needles anger. So, where will I have to go to bet better equipment?"
"Well, all the shops are closed so anywhere really," he responded with a shrug.
"Then let's go," I said as I got up, knowing I was going to leave some money for anything I would take without these two knowing.
"That's the spirit," Roman said with a smile.
We got to a nearby store and Smashed the window in. we Ran into it and the two other apparently got thing that would fit me and was to their fashion sense. I smiled because I didn't had any fashion sense what so ever. I grabbed a dozen shirts that had Grimm on them, 6 pairs of shoes and a dozen blue jeans.
As the last one out, I left a few of the lien cards on the counter. He led me to, what I believe to be, one of his hideouts.
"Here kid, try this on," he said as he handed me a suit that looked like his but instead of the coat being mainly white, it was navy blue.
I wore it for a while but took it off and told Roman "This is to restricting for me." I saw Neo going to me with cloths that matched her color scheme. "No, I'm not wearing that," I told her, in which she looked like she was ready to cry. I still held my ground and ignored her cute fake crying face as I had two nieces, which usually did the same tactic.
In the end she pouted and set the clothes next to me and walked away.
"I'll get the paperwork done with in the week," Roman told me as I nodded and went to sleep.
The next day
I Woke up and grabbed a few of the local fruits, which I acquired before getting into Vale, and ate them. I let the safe house and waked around for a few hours and found a street performer, a guitarist. I checked his stats and he was only a level 4 and had [Guitar Mastery] in level 90, I copied it and asked if I could borrow it. He allowed me to borrow his guitar. I started to play Why Worry by Set It Off, and then closed my eyes.
~ This sinking feeling sets,
It feels just like a hole inside your chest.
I know you're thinking,
No, no, no, no, it is easier said than done,
But please let me attest.
I know it's hard.
You're feeling like you're trapped,
But that's how you react,
When you cannot see the light.
But try and see the light.
I'm tellin' you,
No, no, no, no,
You're the only one
Standing in your way,
Just take a breath, relax, and tell me…
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping tell me
Why?
Why worry at all?
Why do we insist,
On crossing bridges that do not exist?
Let's take these issues
Step by step by step, to work it out,
Day by day by day we're falling down,
But life goes on.
I've got some questions,
Are you sick of feelin' sorry?
Uh huh,
And people sayin' not to worry?
Uh huh,
Sick of hearing this hakuna matata motto,
From people who won the lotto,
We're not that lucky.
Have you noticed that you're breathing?
Uh huh,
Look around and count your blessings,
Uh huh,
So when you're sick of all this stressin' and guessin' I'm suggestin' you turn this up and let them hear you sing it.
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping tell me
Why?
Why worry at all?
Chin up, quit actin' like you're half dead.
Tears can only half fill how you're feelin'.
Don't worry, be happy baby.
Stand up, life is too damn short,
That clock is ticking.
Man up, if ya feel me,
Everybody sing it.
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping tell me
Why?
Why worry at all?
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping
I'm not buying what they're selling
So if worry's never helping tell me
Why,
Why?
Worry at all? ~
When I was done I saw a good number of people were looking and were listening to the song. Some cheered as I was done. I handed the guy his guitar and thanked him.