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This kid has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.
Even if he had caught you off guard, your Aura is already up to protect you from the cold. That dinky shiv would bounce right off.
You sigh. “Your stance is horrible.”
“Wh-” The faunus doesn’t see it coming. You grab his wrist with one hand, the other pushing up against his chest while one foot is put behind his.
In one swift motion, he goes down disarmed.
“This is a lousy knife.” You grab the blade and the handle and snap it in two. “That was a pretty sad attempt at robbing.” You grab the now harmless weapon and enter a better stance. “Like this, you’re much harder to knock down.” You hand him the handle back and offer him a hand. “What’s your name?”
The street urchin drags himself back before running away.
“Wait! I’m not gonna hurt you!” You try, but the boy hurries away and doesn’t look back.
<span class="mu-i">Man. I kinda wanted to help him. Maybe I’ll run into him later on.</span>
“Interesting strategy.” A woman’s voice comments from the side.
You turn around. The owner was a tall female, a huntress considering the strange contraption on her wrist.
<span class="mu-i">And a fantastic sense of fashion.</span>
“You were trying to be cool and help him, right? All wise and peaceful, betcha you were gonna offer him some food and everything.” The lady stretches. “Save it for the honest folk. That kid was old enough to know better and realize we are all fighting the same battle.”
You give her the stare.
“Unless you’re willing to come around every day and reinforce the good behavior, he’s just gonna slip right back to stealing from the same victims of the system who are too kind to take advantage. Best thing to do is scare them, give them the speech and hope they are too frightened to steal again and go work in the kitchen or something.” She sighs while putting her hands on her hips. “Never said I liked it, it’s just how it is down here in the slums. Too much pain too often and we can’t be everywhere at once.”
You keep staring.
“Better than putting them in jail, that’s a sure fire gang machine, aside from cheap labor for the state. In a perfect Remnant, we’d have a rehab center for those troubled adolescents. First I’d make one for drug addiction, that’s a real big problem in the low income parts. If you ask me, I suspect foul play on behalf of the council. But enough rambling,” <span class="mu-i">Finally</span>, “I’m looking for a Picaro Calavera, he’s supposed to be a real strong, real smart guy.”
You stare at her harder.
“He’s also meant to have a piercing glare, but you have a pretty weak one to be frank.” She smirks.
>”I AM Picaro Calavera. Excuse me for having hope in people.”
>”Funny. Did Isaac Thyme send you?”
>”If I laugh at your 'wit', will you stop talking?”
>Stare as hard as you can.
>Ignore her and find Isaac on your own.
>Other write-in
