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Better Layton Never #47: Angel of Waters Edition Cameron 855585[View All]

#Ask/Invite #BLN #IC Thread

I AM. By license of he who is called I AM, I did come. On a blessed quest, my feet did stomp across the base earth. I did come, only for the cursed Lilim to strike me down with their Abomination.
And yet, I have come once more, unto this new world.
Yet... The world is quieter here. I hear not the siren call of my father, I AM, nor subtle whispers of my foes' mother, I THINK.
The quest is gone, I am left... incomplete, devoid of my destiny to become one with I AM to bring about a new world, free of the scourge of the Lilim, with their weak souls and corrupting cities.
And yet I find myself content to walk here, to listen to the song of the world, the soft singing of distant stars.
This world is full of the Lilim, yet I cannot bring myself to destroy them. This world belongs to them, to other strange races of unknown mothers and fathers, seeming to possess the fruit of knowledge I THINK, yet not born of Her.
This world is strange, vaster than it should be, harboring life when it should not, growing more and more on a daily basis when all the laws of the universe say it should not.
And yet it does.
I walk here, deep beneath the oceans of this world, the light of my soul shining out to the beasts of the waters, numerous in their numbers and forms.
I was the Covering of God. I am the Angel of Waters. I am Sachiel.
And I? Have come again, to this strange world of Rigel Prima.
For this is Better Layton Never.
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Henrietta!GEISTqZfDI 877410

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Yeah, neither am I, honestly... But still...

>And while that was really cheesy... Henrietta agreed. Nodding her head, she sighed and crossed her arms.

... You know, I think you're right.

>Leaning forward, she rests her elbows on her knees.

I don't know if I'm ready to try getting back into the whole "romance" thing, though. I've had a few... bad experiences.

>Smirking, Henrietta looks up at Mabel again.

Plus, I doubt there's anyone who'd like me for me. I'm only good for the sex. I ain't nice, or super pretty, or anything.

>The way she brought herself down like that was rather genuine. Her tone certainly implied she truly believed that, and simply accepted it as fact.

I mean, look at you; Friendly, pretty... I don't know, "motherlike"? I just don't think I'm cut out for... "love".

!MEOWKdWFcQ 877411

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>he lit up. Cigarettes were always the thing that kept him calm and relaxed his empty kind. He tried to cut back, taking nicotine pills. But it didn't help him keep calm during hard nights.

Cigars are alright... Too big for my tastes.

Mercury 877413


Depends on what's in 'em, if you ask me.

>It isn't long before they find themselves on the footpath that leads to the doors of the manor.

Ah, there it is. You ever seen this place before?

!MEOWKdWFcQ 877414

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>The Manor... He had heard about it. As someone who lived in Town, he had a couple of opinions on the manor. On one hand, they are indirectly responsible for the trouble caused to the Town, on the other they have fixed the troubles and dangers in the Town just as much as the Riftguard has, and they were just a group of people minding their own businesses... He didn't really hate nor like them.

It's a interesting place, can't say I know much about it other than it being a haven for weirdos.

>did he count as a weirdo?

Not that being weird is bad...

Mabel!oHammer6Ps 877415

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She hated seeing people down like this. Self-deprecation was the worst.

"You'd be surprised what people's preferences are. Quite a few men would find me repulsive, while some wouldn't be able to control themselves. Being unhappy with the person you are doesn't do anything but hurt you."

Smiling hopefully at her, the cow tries her best to raise her spirits.

"I've really got to get a nap in now, hun, but if you need anything, you just come find Mabel, alright?"

Henrietta!GEISTqZfDI 877416

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>Henrietta shook her head, trying to get those thoughts out of her head.

Yeah, yeah... You're right. I'm sorry, I sometimes just get moody like that. I'm probably a little drunk.

>Standing up, Henrietta walks over to Mabel and holds her hand out as she introduces herself.

Thanks, Mabel... And you can call me Henrietta.

Mercury 877417


>Weirdos. Oh, brother if only you knew.

Yeah, there's some interesting people living in there, I'm sure. I haven't met all of them, but...

>She shrugs.

I heard the rumors and thought I'd fit right in. It'll be nice, just having somewhere to come back to instead of wandering all the time.

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877418

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>today, the mage stood on the front porch of Wayne Manor, still struggling with some drowsiness over a strange night's sleep
>his mood change from a day ago was still a mystery hanging above his head, and it had kept him up for a few later hours than usual
>brushing it aside however, the mage knew he had more important things to attend to
>in his hands he held the white radar used to discover the location of the dragon balls, and it was time he used it again
>two of the balls were already in his possession, hopefully today would mark the third one
>dressed in his usual black cloak, a silvery bracelet hanging off his wrist, along with a black wristband and a white one, the Monkey and Rabbit talismans respectfully
>around his neck was the enchanted black scarf, and hanging from his shoulder the equally magic black bag given to him as a present by his Mother
>readying himself for whatever came ahead, the mage pressed the button on the radar to discover where he would have to head to next...

Mabel!oHammer6Ps 877419

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Shaking her hand firmly, the woman climbs the stairs, turning back for just a moment to remark,

"Well, do tell if you find someone, Henrietta!"

!MEOWKdWFcQ 877420

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It's better than struggling to get by, that's for sure...

>he shrugged

>removing a small metal tin from his coat pocket, which he deposited his cigarette ashes in, he wondered if he would be welcomed.

But honestly, I doubt I'd fit in. Much too loud... And I have no real powers or anything...

>saying that, the left side of his mouth twitched a bit.

Mercury 877421


Who said you had to have powers?

>She's unsure if she should let him know about her own. She certainly didn't want to scare him away.

Wait... You do actually have a place to stay, right?

!MEOWKdWFcQ 877423

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I do, I do.. But...

>he scratches the back of his head

I want to get by on my own abilities, I guess... A place to stay is nice, but I don't want to cheat like this... Plus I've grown far too attached to the Town.

>he didn't want to sound rude to her though

But thanks for the offer.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877424

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>Meanwhile, in an alternate timeline different from the one taking place in Canterlot.

>Wade sits on the porch of Wayne Manor. In his arms an anti material rifle finishes it's mandatory maintanence to prepare itself for whatever trial lie ahead.

>He knew not what they faced on their quest, only that what it was was likely big, bad, ugly, and wouldn't go down without the help of some heavy firepower. His specialty to be sure.


>He sings to himself as he tightens makes the final adjustments to the scope. As he did he remembered the found memories he had with this very rifle. The various foes who had tasted it's wrath. Including, but limited to, Cell, a giant fire breathing dragon, and various members of Hydra. Good times all of them.

>With the scope now secured on, he lifts it to his shoulder to allow him to take a peak through the device to make sure it was straight and true. Of course the main way to do this was to shoot something, nothing of which he could without possibly starting an act of war. So he would have to make due for now.

Mercury 877427


>She nods.

Alright. I just wanted to be sure.

>By this point, they're at the doors of the manor.

So, do you need to head home, or...?

>She was enjoying the conversation, but she didn't want to keep him from whatever or whoever might be waiting.

!MEOWKdWFcQ 877428

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>He'd hate to just leave now, the walk back is pretty long. He was enjoying the conversation as well

I guess I can stay the night.

???!pinkie78Os 877429

>it doesn't take long for the radar to pick up the next Dragon Ball, though Rocks would have another trek ahead of him
>it was to the east of Wayne Manor, but it wasn't as far as Lumina or Po-Koro
>it was much more likely that it was in a neighbouring country, rather than on another continent entirely

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877431

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>the mage blinked as the next blinking dot came up on the radar's screen
>very quickly, he took out from his bag a map purchased in Town, the mage not wanting to take any chances this time
>with some basic calculations, he managed to generalize the dragon ball's location as being somewhere in a neighboring country
Got it!
>he quickly called out at the figure in red next to him, the mercenary having insisted on coming with him after he had explained his situation
It's actually really close by, off in Victin. We can just take the bus there, I've done it before.

Mercury 877433


>She was half hoping for that, in all honesty.


>She enters the manor, holding the door open for her new-found friend.

Each room is like a hotel room, so there's like, multiple bed 'n' shit. Unless you'd really like a whole room to yourself?

>She almost seems to tease him with this comment. She didn't really mind sharing a room with someone she just met, as long as it wasn't the same bed.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877435

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>As Rocks walked out, Wade would slam the magazine of the rifle closed, before strapping it to his back.

>At his mention of taking a bus to their destination, he looks off to the side to see a red Barracuda parked just next to them. Normally the vehicle served as the control port for his robot, but was for now detatched to allow him to travel back and forth between Canterlot and Town without causing a class A alert.

>Looking back at Rocks he simply asks.

You sure about that? Buses get annoying. I swear every time I get on one I always end up sitting in front of this dude who kicks the seat. I almost swear it's the same guy every time.

!MEOWKdWFcQ 877436

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Makes sense...

>"How did they run this place? The owner must be really rich... No one pays to stay."

>Roll 1d1000 = 383

>evens, goes along with her supposed teasing to see how she'd react
I'd love to share a room, if you're fine with it.

>odds, no teasing, he just met her.

I think I can handle a room by myself... It's only for one night after all.

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877441

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>the mage paused, again blinking his lone eye
Well... we could take the train instead?
>he tilted his head, either option looking just fine for him
>it was obvious he didn't know who the car parked right next to him actually belonged to
>he looked down at the radar, musing mostly to himself with a slightly disappointed look on his face
I wish I had checked the radar earlier... Raven could have given me a lift there...
>"And I could maybe have spent some more time with her..."

Mercury 877445


>She simply nods in response. Not exactly the playful one, huh? Fair enough.

Alright then. The room next to mine should be free. You can take that one.

>She leads him up the stairs in the foyer and into the residential wing, stopping once they reach her door. She knocks on the door to the left of hers. With no response, she opens the door to reveal a pristine, uninhabited room.

Yep. There ya go.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877450

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>Had Rocks taken an Equestrian train before? Course the international ones did have a bit more room in them.

>After hearing his aside, Wade stands up and slaps a hand on Rocks' back, leading him to the car.

Come on Romeo, the faster we do this the sooner I can teach you about the wonders of the pharmacy.

>Once they reached the nose of the car, Wade would split to the drivers seat and open the door before unlocking the passanger seat for Rocks.

!MEOWKdWFcQ 877451

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>It didn't look so much different than his own apartment. Not too big, small and compact... He liked it.

Thanks, Merc.

>he walked in

>"It's just for a night... Won't be too long."

...See you another time?

>he said, standing in the doorway

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877452

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>the mage blinked a bit surprised as the mercenary began pushing him towards the red car parked close to them, his words flying straight over his head
>a bit sheepishly, the mage stepped inside the vehicle, staring with curiosity at everything around him
>this was his first time inside an actual car, so he could at least cross that off his list
>the mage simply sits quietly in his seat, only vaguely aware of the serpentine belt he needed to strap around him, fumbling slightly to lock it in properly


>Roll 1d100 = 64

>evens only

Mercury 877453


>She nods, standing in her own doorway.

Yeah, I'll see ya 'round. Sleep well.

>And at this, she disappears into her room.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877454

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>After he gets into the car he equips his own seat belt. Reaching into his belt he pulls out the keys, the keychains consisting of his own logo and what appeared to be a miniature framed picture of Glorya.

A magical place where you can get various objects needed for a lovers night in. They got all kinds of things. Booze, condoms, rubbers, various oils, I've even seen one where they had those small little things that shake really fast. You know, bbzzzttt.

>As he begins the drive off the lawn, he raises his hand. His thumb and index finger positioned so they hold a small invisable object as he shakes it back and forth in a rapid motion.

They also got cough medicine and stuff, but that's if you're really crazy.

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877455

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>the mage's face would slowly grow redder the more he understood what the mercenary was getting at
>he could have been perfectly happy living without the knowledge of such a place, the mage not drinking, he and the sorceress being very careful about such things, although the oils make him curiou--"Stay focused, damn you!"
>he had no idea what he meant by the last one, perhaps for the best
>he rubbed at his throat and coughed awkwardly, holding up the radar in front of him, attentive to the blinking dot
J-Just keep driving east and we should get there in no time. I'll keep an eye on the radar to know when we're close.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877457

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Roger roger, Red leader.

>The dirt road from the manor would lead the duo onto the main road leading into Town. They would go around it as they quickly made their was on the road which would lead them east as Rocks advised.

So, I noticed less explosions coming from the manor lately. That's probably a good sign the hunters that've caught on are dwindling right? Or has this happened before?

>Keeping his eye on the road, Wade would only subtly shift his eyes over to Rocks in intervales as he continued to drive the car along the road. Traffic was scarce as not to many people bothered to own personal vehicles in a world they may be blown up at any moment.

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877459

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>the mage turned his head to the mercenary with a glance
>there was a small pause before the redhead spoke up, although for what reason was difficult to determine
Sort of... Back when I was a runaway, there was usually a time when I reached a new hiding place where I wasn't bothered. Sometimes it could last for a few weeks, but I was always found sooner or later.
>he leaned back in his seat slightly, looking forward at the road
Bounty hunters are tenacious, but lucky for me, most of them tend to keep to themselves when they find their prey. Hadd would certainly never speak to other bounty hunters about where I was...
>he turned his head to the mercenary again, but this time showing a small smile
And I managed to get three other bounty hunters on the good guys' side.
>his head lowered, growing silent again with a pause, then a sigh as he leaned back once more
I really don't know... Hadd just seemed to disappear from the face of the planet, and he never does that. He was always the first one to find me, and if he wasn't, he'd just tear through the one that beat him to it to get me. It's probably wishful thinking on my part, but... maybe he's finally given up...

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877460

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>Wade did his best to keep the car driving a steady pace. Even with the roads the way they were, anything could pop out at the most random of times.

I wouldn't put my hopes on it. There's a thing when you do things like that for money. After a while, there's a point where it gets personal, and the money doesn't matter anymore.

>At this point, Wade would turn his full head to face Rocks.

If he's as determined as you let on, I'd bet he's still lingering around. Detrmination like that isn't easily broken, and odds are he won't give up until one of you are dead.

>He knew a thing or two about that. As he turns back to the road he thinks of his own quests for vengance. One in particular that to this day seemed to remain unsolved. Every resource he could spare without suspicion had gone into the hunt for his former partner. He didn't know what he would do when he found him, but he knew it wouldn't be pretty.

On that, you can be certain.

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877461

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>the mage just shrunk in his seat, the mercenary's words clearly not doing much to help his mood
I did say it was wishful thinking...
>quietly, more to himself as if admonishing himself for even considering the bounty hunter would just give up
>he was still out here, biding his time, thinking of another plan, waiting for just the right moment to pounce on the Manor and its inhabitants
>he succeeded in catching him last time, the closest he had ever gotten, so how could he simply give up after that?
>the redhead took in a breath, straightening up in his seat
Right... that's why this is so important. When I'm finally free of the Lich, I won't have to worry about any bounty hunter coming for us again. And even if Hadd tries to make this personal, then... I'll just fight him off as many times as I have to. I won't let him hurt anyone again.
>his fists clenched over his lap, the mage's head dropping down slightly so he was staring at his feet

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877463

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>After a moment of silence, Wade's hand would reach out and pat Rocks on the shoulder. If Rocks were to look up he would see the mercenary looking down at him with a grin.

If I was your dad this would be where we'd crack open a brewskie together and say I was proud of ya.

>Lowering his hand, he places it back on the wheel as he looks forward.

You're your own man Rocks, you got something to protect. Once you set your mind to it, nobody can take that away from you.

>His hand removes itself from the wheel. Hovering beside it, Wade gives Rocks a thumbs up as he glances over.

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877464

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>at the touch, the redhead would look up at the masked man
>he would stay there, staring at the mercenary with a difficult to read expression, as if many different things were going through his head
>first that would probably never find his father, then wondering what a "brewski" was, and finally that the mercenary was actually proud of him, which still meant something for the redhead
>"Something to protect..."
>his friends, his family, the sorceress, these were all things he wanted to protect, all things he would give his life to

>the mage slowly smiled back at the mercenary
>maybe not the strongest of grins, but it was still a bright smirk

???!pinkie78Os 877465

>the drive through the country would eventually lead Dead and Rocks into the borders of Victin, home to a location that they would both likely be familiar with
>and as they drove further and further into the country, passing the scant farmlands that evolved into villages, then into towns, they would soon enter that same destination
>the shining beacon of justice and peace for the entire continent of Belle'Ayn, Silver City

>as they drove along the streets, they would see the many citizens of the city moving about with little care, greeting one another with cheery expressions and demeanours, the bright red car fitting in perfectly with the location

>and while they wouldn't see any of Silver City's staunch defenders in the Justice Avengers personally, they would see a few dots flying about overhead high in the sky, should they choose to look
>that, and the bright green arrow-shaped vehicle driving past them in the opposite direction

>the radar's signal would grow stronger as they moved along, until it pointed out the exact place they needed to stop

>which turned out to be a very ritzy hotel, the golden lights coming from inside perfectly meshing with the bronze-coloured outer walls, and the busboy in the black suit further complimenting the image
>the Dragon Ball was clearly inside the hotel, the signal growing stronger the closer they got

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877467

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>Though Wade didn't know exactly how the device worked persay, he did know enough to understand the loud sound it was generating must have ment they were close.

I think I can find us a parking spot close by. Hold on to your hat.

>Making a sharp turn, Wade would park the car into the hotel on their left. His logic dictating that odds are nobody would suspect that one lone car out of at least two dozen others didn't belong to a guest.

Whew, city traffic is always a killer. and it's not even Sunday.

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877468

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>as they entered the city, the quiet mage would suddenly straighten up
>he would always seem to be on alert, constantly looking out the window at the dots flying above the skies rather than the busy streets around them
>with every dot he wondered, would one of them be her, would he find her in such a big city, would she be safe?
>so focused was he in the skies he nearly missed the radar's directions
>only when the mercenary began to pull over did he blink and look down at the radar
Ah! Y-Yes... it should be in this building...
>he glanced out the window distractedly again, but then focused ahead
>he needed to push those thoughts aside, and pay attention to the matter at hand
>he needed to find the dragon ball, not the sorceress

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877470

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>Upon getting out of the car, Wade would stretch his arms with a loud yawn.

Aahhh, Good Ol' Silver City. Haven't been here since the Mortal kombat Tournament.

>With his fists to his hips he would look up at the bright sky of the city. He remembers the tournament foundly. Mostly how he dominated someone who was supposed to be superior to the same android who blew up Wayne Manor nearly two years ago.

Ah...good times.

>Only for his mind to shift to the less the glorious moments that happened there. Particularly the one the led to the break up of his best friend.

...aaand now I feel like punching Crona in the face.

>Looking over to Rocks, he could see his divided attention. Silver City was where the JA was located wasn't it?


>Reaching his arm over, he snaps his fingers to get Rocks' attention.

Hey! Come on man, you can think about that stuff after we get through here. Ya gotta keep focused or the next time you see here is gonna be through a line of bandages.

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877471

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>the mage flinched with a small jolt as the mercenary easily noticed his distraction
S-Sorry, Boss...
>the redhead took in a deep breath, pushing away in thoughts about the sorceress, and focusing only on the blinking dot in the radar
>he nodded, then started to head forward
It should be in there somewhere.
>he pointed at the building before them
>the location worried him slightly, doubting that the dragon ball would have simply fallen into the hotel
>the likeliest of chances, someone had already found it, and was keeping it inside one of the room
>so how would they manage to get it from them?

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877472

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>Super heroes roaming the city
>Artifact in a fancy hotel
>This place screamed unlegit.

Rocks, listen carefully. No matter what don't let anyone know why we're really here. If you think you can spot the person with the ball, just let me know.

>Wade begins to walk toward the hotel.

And whatever you do, keep your head down. I get the feeling we're about to run into a really bad crowd.

>Reaching his hand up, he pulls onto the door handle to allow them entry.

???!pinkie78Os 877477

>the bellhop would give the duo an odd look as they approached the hotel, initially about to tell them off for even attempting to enter the premises
>however, he'd take one look at Dead's outfit and immediately halt in his actions, assuming that he was part of the Justice Avengers
>not wanting to get in his way, he simply returned to his post, doing his best to ignore the two of them

>as they entered, they'd find the main foyer of the hotel to be just as opulent and extravagent as one would expect

>the walls were made of a white alabaster, with columns of marble at the four corners of the room, stretching up to the ceiling above them
>the front desk was a few paces across from the doors, with two doorways on opposite sides of the desk leading deeper into the establishment
>the clientele that moved about around them fit the mold that the hotel provided perfectly, dressed in expensive suits or elegant dresses, clearly belonging to the high society of Silver City

>the radar would point to Rocks's left, at another doorway on the wall

>the doors were currently closed, with a sign placed nearby that neither could read from where they were

Rocks!bXgeUCIUnk 877478

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>the mage glanced aside at the mercenary, only nodding his head in agreement
>he hadn't actually kept his mission a secret until now, but if he felt it was safer this way, the redhead saw no reason to argue
>once inside, the mage's single eye would widen at the opulence of the hotel
>he definitely wasn't used to being surrounded by such richness, having the same feeling as he did back in the desert Palace
>but he quickly came back to his sense, looking down at the radar, then to his left
I think... it's behind that door.
>he turned and began to walk towards the closed door, curiously looking at the sign to see what it read

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadI 877479

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>Upon entering the building, Wade would immediatly begin to look around. There were enough pin stripes and suits to make the Kingpin feel welcome. All they needed was the mile long buffet and he was sure to be here.

Wow, if we ever wanted to get Alton to think he lived in a poor house.

>As he speaks, a cocktail waitress walks by, a hand carressing over his chest as she moves along.

And me without my red tux.

>As Rocks speaks, he looks over to the doorway on his left. Making sure not to alert any of the big wigs to his presence, he walks forward to see if he can get a better look at the sign on the door.

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>the twin doors remained firmly shut as the two approached, able to clearly see the sign set up right beside them

>"Auction Taking Place Within From 7:00 PM To 9:00 PM"

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>the mage blinked as they approached the sign
An auction?
>could the dragon ball really be here?
>at least all they would have to do was buy it, if that were the case
>unless the auctioneer actually knew what the dragon ball did, it was only good as s shiny paperweight, so maybe it wouldn't go for that high
>the redhead gave the mercenary a small glance, not looking particularly worried, only silently telling him that they should have a look
>so without a word, the mage put his hands on the door and pushed it to step inside

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>An Auction. Well this simplified things a bit. At worst some of the biggest movers and shakers in this town would be here to get their hands on a shiny paper weight. Most of the big money would likely go to yachts, or property.

>That and the money he had made since his arrival to this world should make this rather easy. At worst he could try to explain to the princess it was business expence.


>Taking Rocks' cue, he follows him inside. Hopefully nobody here would recognize him from his less then virtuous days.

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>as soon as the two open the doors and step in, they'd hear a booming voice



>this was followed by the banging of a gavel, and an excited older woman moving up onto a stage

>she would walk up to an older, white-haired man, who handed her a gold necklace with a bright violet gem in the center piece

And the Eye of Isis goes to Mrs. Carter for five hundred thousand dolens!

>the woman eagerly puts the necklace around her neck right then and there, as the crowd gathered before the stage politely applauded for her

>as she descended the stairs to go back to her seat, the white-haired man would turn to face the crowd and wave his gavel beside him

Now, next is the infamous Clockman Diamond.

This treasure was believed to have been cursed by its original owner, so that all who would possess it would experience nothing but misfortune, until they passed it along to another.

>he said this in a "spooky" tone, which the crowd politely chuckled and guffawed at, clearly not believing the story

>the man would smile and nod his head, before clearing his throat

We'll start the bidding at one million dolens...

>Rocks and Dead would be able to see a few rows of empty seats behind the gathered crowd, who were all clustered near the front of the auditorium

>upon closer examination of the stage, they'd find a few more items still up for sale, such as a strange greenish-brown wood mask, and a pair of gems - one ruby and one sapphire - with had the omega and alpha symbols in them respectively
>naturally, among the remaining treasures was what they sought, the golden ball sitting comfortably on a pedestal, two orange stars visible in its center

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>the mage blinked as he looked around, clearly amazed by the variety of items up for auction
>but he was quick to take a seat on the row of empty seats, only needing to focus on getting one of them
>he reached into his bag, taking out his wallet, and with a hum, began counting what he had as the auction took place
>he looked aside at the mercenary, pointing at the dragon ball
There it is! I have about seven hundred bits on me. Think that will be enough to buy it?

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>After reaching their seat, Wade would look closely at the table covered in ancient artifacts. Likely some kind of superstitious legend was surrounding each and every one of them.


>it was not the dragon ball that initially caught Wade's attention, but the green wooden mask the lay next to it.


>Something about it...something in it's hollow empty eyes almost called out to him. Every fiber of his being was being called forward to it. What was this? Destiny? It had to have been. It was the only way that he would even be in the same room with such a beautiful artifact. He needed it. He had to have it. All he had to do was whip out his guns, shoot anyone who got in his way and-

Huh what?

>Rocks' voice would seem to snap him out of his trance. His eyes now focused on the orange ball on the table.

I'm not to sure of the exchange rate in this country. Though I'm pretty sure the gold we make bits out of is universal.

>He whispers to Rocks as he leans down to his level.

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