《Jacob WillBreaker》Chapter 38 Preparations
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Walking around Ach city I went in the direction of the people yelling low prices, assuming it was the closest market. After a short journey, I found a wide street with stalls and stores lining the sides. I seemed to be in a high sector or at least Ach city’s equivalent, everyone was more attractive due to the selective breeding and powerful genetics. They all wore expensive-looking clothes that further enhanced their features.
All this made me realize that I must stand out being an albino in a black trench coat covered in knives. [Probably doesn't help that I haven't cleaned my self in...months? Maybe it would be beneficial to clean myself and make new clothes before making large purchases, it could avoid trouble and get me better deals.
Fuck, that means I need to go to a bathhouse.] Changing direction I now follow the smell of soap and the sound of water splashing.
Finding the closest bathhouse I pay the fee of 5S and go into the changing room. Finding a corner I reabsorb the trench coat and put my knives into the space ring. Now naked (and afraid) With only a towel I look at myself in the giant ass mirror in the changing room, because I am sure all the guys here want more angles to look at each other's dicks.
I have lean and defined muscles covered by porcelain white skin with fine snow-like hair which makes my blood-colored eyes stand out like a torch in the dark. Well, my skin would be white if it wasn't for it being caked in blood and mud while scars branded and deformed my flesh, making my body like some abstract art done by a demon. I kept the scars from all my fights as a reminder to get stronger but I may need to make some room in the future if I keep being mortally wounded.
Heading out of the changing room I receive a few odd looks due to my new limbs wrapped around myself and all the grime, but I ignore it. Looking around the bathing rooms, It looks like this bathhouse has a male, female and mixed room (Yes it is obvious what is going to happen. I am building the infrastructure in case of a romantic interest.) Looking into the male bath I see that it is completely full (Oh wow! what a surprise! Who would have guessed? ) [Fuck. I will have to try the mixed bathing room.] Moving to the mixed room I look inside and see there's still space so I walk inside and find a corner for myself as I start cleaning.
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I do the same as the last bathhouse I was in as I disconnect all the outer skin cells and start to scrub away the dirt. I stayed in the corner and tried to avoid looking at people [Just wished the assholes had the same courtesy]. While cleaning myself self I felt an aura pulse out causing people to move away from my conner's general location [Here we go. Feels different from other auras, maybe it's magical? or a power?]
With most people leaving the general area the aura focuses on me so I turn to face the culprit trying to stay at eye level which is difficult as the culprit is a very attractive female in the middle teens (Oh wow! what a surprise! Who would have guessed? P.S. plz no call FBI on me It would be attractive from his point of view as he is 10-14 years old. Plz, I am too 'innocent' to go to prison.)
“You look like a masochistic snowman,” She says in an accent I do recognize.
“Thank you, I try very hard for this look. Getting the scorch marks on my back was especially difficult, but definitely worth it.
She smirks and the aura intensifies.
“You know calling someone a masochist and then pressuring them could be taken the wrong way. Are you perhaps trying to seduce me?”
“You wish snowman, I just want the corner.”
(I have come to the conclusion that I have no idea how interactions between the two sexes work so bear with me)
“Go to another corner?”
“No, I know the assholes in the other corners I don't want them to see me bathing.”
“Ah, the other bath full as well?”
“Yup” Her aura intensifies again and I feel the bloodlust embedded within.
“Stop trying to seduce me this is hardly the time or place.”
“Just fucking move then.” She shrugs her shoulders in exasperation which takes more willpower to maintain eye contact.
“Well, I would probably be done by now if you didn't come over to flirt with me.”
“Flirt with you? Do you even know what flirting is?”
(Honestly no fucking clue.)
“Honestly no fucking clue.”
Sighing she rolls her eyes at me before making eye contact. “Do you mind?”
“What?”
“You have been staring into my eyes since I came over here. I can understand your attraction but it is becoming unnerving.”
“Ah, ok and here I thought I was being a gentleman” discontinuing the eye contact I look at the rest of her body.
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“That was not an invitation to eye the rest of me.”
“Yeah but now I know why you want to hide your body so much.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean.” Her face goes red as she moves her hand to slap me.
“The illusions.”
Her hand stops mid-swing as I sense fear and anger.
“They properly wouldn't hold up too well while cleaning your body. Or at least the mental exhaustion would be high. Hmm, I doubt it is your race, I have seen no open racism and there are a few non-humans in this bath. Your light-hearted comment suggests you would not hide something as trivial as a scar. Ah...This city, as far as I know, has a large black market for slavery being a trading hub. You have been branded but managed to escape?”
“How..?” Her eyes widen.
“I could probably remove it if you want…”
“What…”
“For a price. But we probably shouldn't talk about that sort of thing here. I am done here I will meet you at the entrance if you want.”
Using empathy I confused her so she would let me go. [I was clean there was no need to stay here.]
Leaving the bathrooms I went back to my changing room and once I was dried off I created a black T-shirt and brown trousers from finely wovens hairs. Four holes are on the back of the shirt which allow my arachnid limbs to be seen. Not forgetting the horizontal bone beam for shade and now that I was clean and had regular clothes on I fold my back limbs (Can anyone think of a good name for these bloody things?) and head outside to wait for a bit.
As I wait Shade decides to land on my head instead of her regular perch on my shoulder. Not minding too much we begin to communicate through images and feelings. She is becoming stronger and more intelligent as time goes on. I am not sure how she would have developed in the wild but I like to think I have had a positive influence on her.
After waiting half an hour and feeling her go out a back window I decide to leave [Oh well I will have to find the slavers another way then. Shame, she smelled of blood, she could have been interesting.]
Heading back towards the market I send Shade off to the slums to find an empty place I could temporarily use.
The market was as busy as ever as people yelled out the price of their goods. Because of all the noise, it was difficult to find what I was looking for until I stumbled across it at a crossroad.
In the middle of where two streets meet was a small platform about 1 m high with a man yelling out prices for goods. It was an auction stand that would sell other people's goods to an open crowd while taking a small percentage of the earnings. This allows for a person with little market knowledge such as myself to sell their goods at a decent rate. But most importantly it was difficult to trace the person who sold and brought the items with such a large open crowd.
Noting the location I do a circuit of the streets, slightly changing my features as I go. When I made it back to the auction platform I had pale blue eyes with blonde hair with slightly tanned skin while hiding my back limbs.
The man on the wooden stage wore a top hat as he was listing prices at high speed, while an attractive woman held up the item being sold. Off to the side was a younger woman who was sitting on a box.
After talking to the lady on the box I arranged for my items to be sold. Then after a long auction all my items sold for 12G and 32S. Once I received the money I walk over to the rest of the market while slowly changing my appearance again.
Once in the market, I found a shop that sold magical elemental gems. Finding fire, air, and electrical gems I bought 20 of each element for 20S each for 12G overall [Would have stolen the bloody things but the bastard was watching me and I don't have the time. I then purchased 10G worth of high-quality steel and exchanged 1G for 10,000C which got me some weird looks.
At the end of my spending spree, I had 18G 4S and 32C to my name (Not counting the 10,000C). With stores mentally located and the desired items required I headed to the empty hut, Shade has found me in the slums.
[It's time for somebody augmentation and then I am going to rob all these fuckers. Hehe I look forward to it.]
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