Crom Cruach POV
"It looks like we have a good showing; let's get this meeting on the way. We all have lots of things to do, so it shouldn't take long today!" Angra Mainyu clapped his hands happily.
For being an amalgamation of darkness and curses, he sure does express emotions rather well. With his chipper tone, someone may not even suspect that he's a rather malevolent and sadistic deity.
"Well, it looks like we have a much fuller house than last time." I leaned back in my chair. "It appears we have most of us here."
The table was rather full.
Of course, we had plenty of others not here. That is, not everyone had a 'seat at the table,' as it were. And there were plenty of those who were working with us that weren't specifically part of our group either.
"How lovely it is to see everyone again." The Greek Goddess of love said with a smile that could ensnare any mortal that looked at it.
It's always amusing how quickly people forget how dangerous love can be. There's a reason that so many ancient love deities also had the domain of war.
Love has been one of the greatest causes of death since the dawn of time. Even in her own corner of the world, one of the most famous battles was over love.
A concept that even gods can't escape.
Though she was also, by no means, ordinary as well.
The thing wrapping the Goddess of Love around itself was terrifying in its own way.
"Let's hurry up; I have things to do." Chernobog grunted from his side of the table.
Hanbi, the Sumerian god, sat silently in his seat as well, looking particularly grumpy.
Tezcatlipoca showed up too; he's often easy to dismiss any meetings that don't pique his interest.
And of course, Rizevim was here as well. It was more rare for him to be absent; he's usually bored enough to attend every meeting.
"Well, I'm happy that our numbers haven't shrunk this time!" Angra Mainyu said cheerfully. "I swear, if we lost another one of our members unexpectedly, I was going to get very angry."
He looked around the table at everyone before settling in his seat again.
"Unfortunately, with the loss of both Loki and Rizevim's subordinate, we've hit an unexpected snag with certain objectives." He continued. "If anyone had any good subordinates that could help with the experiments in finding the seals and some other miscellaneous things, it would be appreciated."
I let out a sigh. "How is it that all the 'clever' ones are the first to die, leaving us dumb brutes?"
A couple of them glared at me, and I rolled my eyes.
The slightest bit of criticism and they're ready to fight. Not that I'm against it at all; if they want to fight, then let's have at it.
Though, technically, Rizevim's little Devil bootlicker wasn't a member in the specific sense, he may as well have been.
In hindsight, he provided us with a lot of support behind the scenes. He and his little army of magicians, that is.
When did we need someone kidnapped? He and his group did it. When we needed something made or researched, his group did it. If we needed help on a plethora of random things that we couldn't be bothered with, it was his group that did it.
This is why I find it absolutely appalling when someone treats their subordinates poorly. A good subordinate is a hard thing to come by.
"Don't we have some humans we can use?" Hanbi dismissively waved his hand through the air. "Just grab a few of those human magicians and tell them to get to work."
"We do have an alliance with a few magician organizations in the world, but I find myself lacking trust in their sensibilities if we hand over some of our more…delicate projects." Angra Mainyu responded.
I nodded.
Their trustworthiness is questionable at best.
If there are boons to be had by betraying us as soon as they get their hands on some of our important projects, they would do so in a heartbeat and take shield behind our enemies.
"Luckily, Loki finished a lot of the important ones before he met his unfortunate end. But we're still having trouble reaching our conclusion." He added. "Rizevim, would you care to share what happened?"
It was no secret that he caused a little bit of chaos in the world recently.
Ironically, the son of the Devil was actually not very talkative most of the time.
Though, right now, he seemed even more silent than usual.
"The team that was examining and experimenting at the Seal was killed." He said pointedly. "By a stroke of chance, I teleported over to the site to inspect the progress, and he was there."
We all knew who he was here.
I decided to ask the most pertinent question. "How did he know about it? Was it chance that he discovered it?"
Angra Mainyu answered me instead by shaking his head. "It's hard to say it was bad luck considering it was located in Northern Europe, far away from where he lives. Maybe, maybe Odin had a hand in it since we were in his backyard, but…."
Aphrodite put her hands together. "So we have two possibilities. One, it was by chance that he discovered what we were doing. In which case, it's a small setback and not worth getting worked up over."
"...two, he discovered us through another method and could potentially do so again." Tezcatlipoca finished for her.
It was a strange feeling being on the other end. Usually, we were the ones hiding in the dark and moving in the shadows. Now, it seems like one of our enemies was doing it to us.
"Why chance it? Let's kill him." Chernobog huffed. "He's just a mortal."
"Tell that to Kronos, Hyperion, Loki, Susanoo, Indra, the Winter Queen, Fenrir, and Surtr." I snapped my head to him. "Better yet, why don't you ask my opinion on it, as I watched him kill Balor as well?"
Granted, Balor was barely a cobbled-together mess of flesh and nowhere near as strong as he should have been.
But even so.
"Even so, we know where he lives." Chernobog seemed to have trouble accepting that a mortal was on their level.
Odd considering that even he acknowledged the Church's strongest deterrent.
Though, it's much easier to recognize a mortal's power when they're at least beyond thirty years old.
Tezcatlipoca tapped the table a few times before opening his mouth to respond. "The Youkai of today are not the Youkai of yesteryear. They have quickly transformed into a faction that we can't simply…exert influence over."
I let out a snort. "Tiamat seemingly moved in over there as well. While I'm stronger than her, she is one of the few in the world that I refuse to fight."
"Bah, a scared dragon." Chernobog scoffed.
"It's pity, not fear." I glared at him. "If you think I'm scared, then let's step outside, and I'll gladly prove that statement wrong."
"Come now, let's not fight~" Angra Mainyu released his power to calm everyone down. "Let's break it down properly. Tiamat is not something we can ignore if she's moved over into Youkai Territory. And she isn't the only one."
"Izanami," Tezcatlipoca spoke up again. "She's been far more active, for obvious reasons. She wouldn't sit still even if Takamagahara ignored what was happening. We can almost guarantee she would be there if we tried to do anything."
"There are quite a few factions coming and going from over there these days. It would be foolish to launch an attack on them for the sole purpose of trying to kill someone that we couldn't assassinate quickly enough without reinforcements arriving." Aphrodite, the voice of reason. "And from the details I've heard, their realm had turned into a veritable fortress. No small thanks given to not only our presumed target but also several others. The newest Norse goddess seems to spend significant time reinforcing the city, as noted by Athena when she scouted it during her visit."
Gods of Magic really are such a troublesome bunch.
Then you have the others.
The Witch, the Demon Slayer, the Pendragon Family.
"It's not impossible to make a move on them. Our strength is far greater than just the few of us here together," Aphrodite continued. "But we need to decide if it's worth the effort and losses we would incur. Physical losses aside, we would be revealing our hands to everyone, which could set us back far too much."
Ah yes, the age-old consideration of gains to losses.
How even evil deities weigh such heavy thoughts.
"There's no need to talk about it." Well, there's no need to keep the topic going when we all mentally agreed. "We're all thinking the same thing; it's not worth it at the moment."
They all nodded, if a few reluctantly.
"But…" I did have my own thoughts on the matter, however. "There is the consideration that there are some things worth checking over there."
They were silent.
Well, it would be stupid of me to assume them foolish.
Gods and beings of their ages, they were more shrewd than their compatriots would be led to believe.
"The rumors are that the Young Half-Devil has in his possession the Grail. It lines up quite nicely, doesn't it? The Grail is rumored to be able to revive the dead and remove inherent weaknesses in species. A half-devil that is immune to holy power and has gathered quite a few souls of the deceased around him, wearing new lives." I held up a finger. "It's a perfect answer to the question. That is, until it's made known that we possess the Grail."
Tezcatlipoca lowered his head. "There are very few ways to bring back the dead in the world."
"He's close to the Death Goddess." Hanbi stated.
Tezcatlipoca frowned. "If it were possible for a Death God to bring back people on a whim, why wouldn't he have been doing it since the dawn of time?"
Hanbi harumphed. "It's been done before."
"In extenuating circumstances," Tezcatlipoca emphasized. "Yes, it has happened on very rare occasions. But it inherently goes against our core existence. I can say for certain that Izanami has had no hand in this."
The question remains unanswered, and it probably will for now.
As I said, we all already decided in our hearts that it wasn't worth the effort. Even if we all descended on Kyoto, I was…not optimistic that we could kill him without him being able to run away.
Never has there been a host of Ddraig that I felt was such a perfect match. The utter shamelessness is enough to give me pause because it's difficult to know how they would react.
"So many secrets our little friend has." Aphrodite cooed with a sly smile. "Maybe I should try my hand at a…softer approach. He has quite a few women at his side."
Tezcatlipoca looked at her. "Do you think your methods would escape someone like Izanami? Her reckoning would drag not only you but Olympus into it as well. At that point, all your schemes would come to light, wouldn't they?"
"Maybe, maybe not." She shrugged. "But you're right. There's no point in taking a risk at this juncture."
"Then we're in agreement," Angra Mainyu declared. "We'll leave him and the youkai alone for now. If they can track us, if they can even find Seals while we can't…well, who cares?" He had a wide grin on his face. "Despite our setbacks, we have time on our side, don't we?"
I couldn't disagree.
The Seal won't disappear. If they can find them, if they can find us as we break them…so what?
We can keep trying, over and over, until we succeed.
Eventually, they will fail.
"Let's move on to reports. Aphrodite, since you seem to be in such a talkative mood." He gestured to her.
She shrugged. "I have most of the Lesser Gods…persuaded to my point of view. And I managed to convince our special friend to join our cause. It's unlikely that he'll come over to our table, but when the time is right, we can call on him."
"Wonderful!" The God of Evil clapped his hands. "Chernobog, how about you?"
"I've gathered most of the evil spirits of my lands, and they're ready to be sent out when you need them." He grunted.
He received a nod.
Much less impressive, but helpful nonetheless.
"I've been helping my kin reform as well. They're all back with us, but they're going to need a bit longer to recover their full strength." I may as well add in my own efforts.
"Hooh boy, he's still angry, isn't he?" Angra Mainyu laughed.
"I suppose that isn't a wrong statement," I mused. "And he doesn't need our help to revive, so it's a moot point. Our Grail holder is also out of commission for a while as well. It took a lot out of her to resurrect so many dragons so quickly." I added in my own matters. "Except for Nidhoggr, of course."
"Well…let her rest, I suppose. She did bring my companion back to me; I can't be entirely cold-hearted." The evil god mused.
Even if that Dhampir girl didn't suffer the historical drawbacks of utilizing that thing, she still had to suffer the drain of using it with her body.
"I'll add some miscellaneous things." The Evil God smiled happily. "The Abrahamic Church, for some reason, has been showing an increased level of competence. I've heard that they've been deploying a new technique? Let's see, oh, I talked with our former allies, but those Titans seem to be unwilling to come back into the fold."
Aphrodite snorted. "I could have told you that. They were trapped not behind impenetrable seals, but caged by their own pride. That Half-Devil was particularly clever about that. Until their punishment is over, they won't do anything."
Ah, pride.
The fatal flaw of all of us.
"It's as you say." Angra Mainyu nodded along. "Well, I didn't expect much. But it didn't hurt to try. I believe we've completely fallen out with Hades. He isn't even pretending at this point, so you all are welcome to treat him as an enemy."
"Can you fault him?" Tezcatlipoca asked. "We did break into his home and free his old man, who had had a grudge against him in the first place."
The Evil God shrugged helplessly. "It is what it is. At least Asgard and the Norse are out of the picture for the foreseeable future. I managed to get a quick peek at their foundations, and they're still barely stabilizing. A lot of their number are still recovering after what happened."
But their strongest members are still capable.
However, as he says, Asgard as a whole can't muster a proper offense at this point, and it will take a long time for them to recover.
"The Fomorians, the Yaoguai, the Asura and Rakshasa, and the Giants." He held up his fingers, listing them off. "Well, suffice to say, most of our tenuous allies are all ready and waiting for the promised time.
He also didn't mention all the smaller factions.
Various magician organizations, smaller racial factions like the Centaurs, etc., etc.
"The thing you wanted us to look for too, we found it." Hanbi crossed his arms. "I had to scour the Devil's place, but I found it."
I raised an eyebrow because I didn't know what they were talking about.
Even Rizevim, who had been silently moping for some reason, had perked up. "You found them?"
Angra Mainyu smiled eerily. "Wonderful."
"Hmph. You better be thankful, making me have to do menial labor like this."
"Yes, yes, we're very thankful." Rizevim's mood noticeably improved. "Where did you find them?"
"Under the capital of you devils, far below ground, sealed away tightly." He stated.
Rizevim's eyes lit up. "How surprising. They were so close all this time. My father unfortunately didn't have the courage to use them, and they frightened him enough to seal them away even as they lost the war."
"Something under the Devil's capital?" I questioned. "What could possibly be sealed there that has you all so excited?"
"An interesting set of weapons that the original Lucifer thought too…uncontrollable and left buried." The Evil God responded. "Though, getting them will be a problem. I'm not thrilled about the idea of an angry Satan chasing me down right now."
"Isn't his sister doing one of their games in a few days? He and the others should be preoccupied with that, making it the perfect opportunity." I offered.
His eyes lit up. "Is that so?"
I thought it would be fun to watch, but I suppose work takes precedence.
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Wilhelm POV
"Was this your master plan then?"
"Shush."
"I'm awed by the infamous thief, Roman Torchwick."
"I'm trying to work here."
"Truly, the most fearsome thief in the entire world."
I watched as he was using a card to slide through the crack of the door. With a grunt, he managed to click it open, looking very proud of himself.
I don't know what I expected.
The last time, well, they had a plan and everything. Sure, it went balls up at the end, but that was hardly their fault; shit just happens sometimes. But they had a plan, and they had a plan to get away safely too.
Then, Roman hypes up this place, an underground vault!
And now, we quite literally just snuck in through one of the employee doors with the oldest trick in the book. He used a credit card to shimmy the door open.
After walking in the front door.
Maybe he is the greatest thief on Remnant, because I feel robbed.
"Is this what you normally do, Neo? After this is done, are you going to steal someone's purse? Maybe pry open an ATM while you're at it?" I looked at her.
She looked thoughtful and potentially excited at the prospect.
I resisted the urge to sigh.
"So, what about the things you said? The security measures? Because Neo's illusions can't hide us forever." I asked, being a bit more serious.
Roman looked at me and flicked up the brim of his hat. "Who do you think I am?" He led us down the hall and found an inconspicuous door, except it has a significantly more competent lock mechanism on it.
As in, a properly reinforced door with various levels of security on it.
Should I just use my abilities to break through it?
"Hmm, hmm. Fingerprint scanner, iris scanner." Roman tsked.
"Want me to handle it?" I asked.
Roman looked at me and actually scoffed, like he was offended. "Your semblance is bullshit, but I didn't get this far in life relying on bullshit."
I looked at him and then gestured to Neo.
"Touché." He acknowledged. "But Neo's my partner, so it doesn't count." He reached into his pocket and took out a folded pouch. "Let's see…" He had a little cylinder of some type of dusty material that he carefully tapped out onto the fingerprint scanner before blowing on it, leaving a faint impression of a fingerprint.
I raised an eyebrow as Roman shot me a smug look.
"It's the oil from the fingers; it leaves just ever so slightly an indentation over time on these things." He pressed his thumb to it, and the combination of it had the door beep, accepting it.
The iris scanner then lit up.
"Neo, you're up." He stepped to the side for her.
Her illusion changed, and she then looked like the woman from before that sat behind the counter when we first entered, and the illusion lowered its eye in front of the scanner.
It beeped, and the door audibly unlocked.
"...so you didn't take me in the front entrance purely to make a joke." I clicked my tongue, realizing that Neo needed to see one of the staff up close to be able to get a proper illusion made of the iris.
"Kid, I'm a professional." Roman responded. "But that was at least 70% of the reason."
Neo patted my arm as if to console me.
Roman pulled the door open, and it was all the technical equipment. Servers, monitors, and hundreds of different cables running every which way.
"This feels like a significant oversight if you can simply enter this room to turn off the various security measures for down below." Could I be annoyed as an outsider about this? Or the fact that I'm making use of it?
"The first rule of being a thief is people are stupid. The quicker you learn that, the quicker you can figure out how to exploit it."
Roman fiddled with a few things. "Here we go, turning off the cameras for down below; that should be enough."
True, that's honestly all that was needed with Neo's semblance.
"Come on, let's head down to the lower level; there's an elevator not far away.
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As easy as this had been, it was also sort of a letdown.
Yeah, I was fulfilling the purpose of coming here to begin with. And that was most certainly the most important thing. But also, maybe a small part of me wanted to get into a little bit of trouble again.
I felt like I had grown up a lot since the first mess.
But maybe just something small.
I think that growing up means looking back and missing when you could simply throw caution to the wind and do what you wanted.
Frankly, if I wanted, I could have just infiltrated this place by myself with my own abilities. But part of it was also wanting to spend some time with Roman and Neo.
Though, I didn't actually know where the things were, so I would have been going around blind.
"Hold the door, please!"
A voice called out as the elevator door was about to close, and a hand quickly caught it, pushing it back open.
We all stiffened when we took notice of who it was.
"Ah, that was close." Headmaster Ozpin stepped into the elevator. "Don't mind me, I'm just going down to the Archives." He pressed a button on the panel, making the doors close.
All three of us were silent.
Neo was doubly silent.
Thankfully, she kept the illusion up this entire time.
Behind his back, Roman and I were shooting each other concerned looks. Neo was waving her hands around frantically.
It was only a single floor downwards, but it felt like one of the longest elevator rides of my life.
"Lovely day today, isn't it?" Ozpin said cheerfully, turning around to look at us with a polite smile.
Everyone had already moved back to acting natural as he turned.
"...yes, it's very lovely." Roman was forced out.
Ozpin nodded and turned back around as Roman let out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the elevator dinged, and it opened as Ozpin stepped out, cane in hand, and casually went about his way down the long hallway as all three of us awkwardly stood there.
"Damn, that was close." Roman fixed his hat. "I thought for sure we were busted."
I nodded. "We should hurry."
Roman clicked his tongue. "Alright, I remember where it is; follow me."
Thankfully we went in the opposite direction of Ozpin. There were many rooms with large glass windows we could peek inside.
There were artifacts of all kinds. Old paintings lined many walls, as did statues and ancient weapons that were covered in rust.
It almost felt like a museum, which, I suppose, it was in a way.
At the furthest ends there was an unassuming room, a lot less grand. It was filled with file cabinets and lots of folders on various tables set about.
Remnant was pretty advanced in certain aspects, like data storage. So it was a little surprising to see something like this in this kind of era. I suppose it's just something they keep as a contingency.
"At the expense of hurting your professional pride, how about I open this one?" I looked at the door, and it was a lot more sturdy.
"Hmph." Roman pursed his lips. "For the record, I could get in."
I rolled my eyes. "And how long would it take?"
"Don't mind the details. Considering the headmaster of Beacon is walking around at the moment, go ahead and do your thing, Watermelon."
I ignored him and put my hand on the lock, casting Structural Grasp on it. Four different locking mechanisms that required two different codes, a key, and something else I didn't bother to figure out.
The simplest method was just to destroy the actual bolts by shattering them with an overload of magical energy.
With a few grinding sounds, the metal bolts in the door broke, and I casually pulled the door open.
"I don't know if I should be proud or annoyed that my son is a filthy cheater." Roman said as he went inside.
Roman and Neo immediately went to it; I decided to take a look around since I didn't want to get in their way.
I opened a random drawer and looked through it; there was one blueprint in there that looked rather old.
Out of curiosity, I unfurled it and saw that it seemed to be some kind of mechashift gun that would also turn into a sword.
With a shrug, I looked through another and found a folder holding designs for some kind of car. This one looked significantly more frayed around the edges, showing its age.
Huh, I think this is one of the first models of cars they developed that uses Dust as a propulsion system instead. It looked similar to a combustion engine, except with dust instead of gasoline.
"Aha! Found them, kiddo!" Roman declared triumphantly, holding some files up in the air.
"Oh? What did you find?"
We all paused and looked towards the source.
Ozpin was standing at the door, casually leaning on his cane.
His personal time was distorted, which is why I didn't notice him until he made his presence known. I could see it reaffirming itself into the normal timeline around the edges.
Magic?
No, I didn't sense any magical energy.
Semblance?
It was a rather rough method from the looks of it, but I suppose it doesn't matter in the end.
Slowly, I backed up and knelt down behind one of the tables out of sight.
Like a ninja.
Completely disappeared from sight.
"Mr. Schweinorg, I can see the top of your head." Ozpin called out.
"I have no idea who you're talking about."
"Apologies, should I call you Watermelon Torchwick?"
Goddammit, Roman!
"How'd you know it was me?" I peeked over the top of the table.
"Don't admit it!" Roman face-palmed.
"I'm well aware that it's also you, Mr. Torchwick, and Miss Neopolitan." He calmly replied despite the awkwardness of this meeting. "I had a chat with the wonderful woman at the front desk, you see."
I looked at Roman, and he looked away.
The illusions around us shattered.
"Fancy meeting you here, Headmaster." I played it casual, standing back up and leaning on the table.
"Quite," he deadpanned. "And why, may I ask, are you and your…friends here, Mr. Schweinorg? I should emphasize that this place is off-limits to the general populace."
"Why are you here?" I shot back at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I'm on the Board of History Conservation and have the authority to come and go from the archives as I please. And as Beacon is hosting the Vytal Festival—which is supposed to celebrate the culture and history of the hosting kingdom—I had come here to decide which historical artifacts would be on display for our visitors this year."
"That's a very good reason." I admitted.
"Thank you." He smiled politely.
"Would you believe me if I said that Neo here is also a member of your history thingy?"
"I would be stretching the limits of my faith to accept that assertion, Mr. Schweinorg. For one, the Board is relatively small, and I've known all the members for years. And I have, likewise, never seen Miss Neopolitan at the meetings before."
"Oh, I see how it is. Because she's short and mute, that means she's gone beyond your notice." I put my hands on my hips. "Is that how the Headmaster of Beacon is supposed to behave? Shame!"
Neo, to her credit, actually began to cry, full on, not an illusion.
I was impressed with how quickly she could do that on a whim.
"I'm appalled by your behavior!" Roman huffed, tucking the folder under his arm. "I will not stand to have my associate further undignified by your words. Good day, sir!" Roman tried to march with Neo out the door, but Ozpin raised his cane to block them.
"Did you think that would work?" He gave a very dry look.
"I was hoping." I admitted it again.
"You'd be surprised how often bullshit like that works." Roman agreed.
"Documents." Ozpin held out his hand.
Roman hesitantly handed them over to Ozpin, who opened the folder and silently read the contents. "The patents on Scrolls?"
"Yes?"
"Mr. Schweinorg, are you telling me that you broke into the Archives, disregarded all of the…frankly, priceless historical artifacts and literal gold and jewels, to…steal these documents?"
"Yes?"
Ozpin let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Mr. Torchwick, Miss Neopolitian, please vacate the premises. If I see you committing a crime again, I will be arresting you."
"Oi, what about my son?" Roman held up his cane.
"Mr. Schweinorg will be joining you shortly. I simply wish to have words with him," Ozpin stated.
Roman shot him a look, then at me, and nodded. "Come along, Neo. Little Watermelon here is going to get a scolding."
The two of them quickly skedaddled.
You know, the fact that he actually stopped and was concerned about me…well, I guess that's why I think of them as friends.
"Mr. Schweinorg," he punctuated. "Why are you stealing this?" He waved the folder.
"Uh…it's a long story." I scratched the back of my head. "It's for back home? I didn't actually plan on doing anything bad with it."
"It's highly unlikely you could do anything bad with it, as you say. Other than being some proprietary and sensitive information from a business perspective, it's utterly worthless to the vast majority of people."
"I had plans of setting up a CCTS back home, and knowing how Scrolls interfaces with it would have been beneficial," I admitted.
Ozpin raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"
I nodded.
"You are aware that you could have simply asked me, yes?"
"...really?"
"Mr. Schweinorg, General Ironwood would probably hand over one of his ships to you if it meant making sure you didn't become our enemy and a threat to the world."
"Really?" I asked again, a bit in disbelief. "He didn't seem to like me very much."
"James is a career military man. He would willingly cut off his arm if it meant protecting Remnant, Mr. Schweinorg."
I opened my mouth a little and closed it, feeling a bit of respect for him. "If you were trying to make me feel bad, you succeeded."
Maybe I underestimated the value they see in me?
He had a slight smile as he said that. "Is this all you were after?"
"I already have the CCT schematics, but I also wanted the documents and blueprints regarding the robots Atlas uses too. I don't care about the weapons portion, but for the labor aspect." Well, may as well be honest.
Roman said that part would be easy, but we may as well not bother 'stealing' it in this case.
"That's easy enough to arrange. I can have the information sent to your scroll within the hour."
Huh.
This is awkward.
"I owe you a favor." I took out one of my special talismans and handed it to him. "If you tear that in half, I'll be alerted and come to you as fast as I can."
Ozpin inspected the talisman keenly, looking very interested in it. "Then I shall accept it boldly, Mr. Schweinorg. Now, please leave the Archives before the actual authorities are alerted."
I looked at him, took my hat out, and put it on my head before I ran out the door.
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A/N
Roman: I'm a professional.
Also Roman: Fuck, I messed up.
Anyways, doing some MCU stuff and some DxD stuff, then I suppose it wouldn't hurt to do an Arc of the New World a bit earlier than I teased not long ago since people were excited for it.
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