Chapter 2

Ayooo how's it going!

I just tried to watch JLxRWBY... emphasis on tried, congrats to WarnerBros' for making JL look so pathetic, that is a new low and congrats to Rooster Teeth to ruining another franchise *slow clap*

yes lets team up the Justice League with psychopathic child soldiers who destroy everything and think they have the right to decide the fate of the world! what could go wrong? /s

its not like what the whole world of remnant and team RWBY represent is everything the Justice League is fighting against, right?... right?!

Anyway, enough of that, I present you chapter two of Trinket Of Friction.

Enjoy.

(there will be some Nazis present in this chapter and future ones too. what were you expecting? this is Worm. any and all actions of the Nazis do not represent my opinions. honestly I have an unbridled and highly rational hate towards nazis and other simmilarly stunted creatures. its in my blood)

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Ya know, getting a job at the docks was much easier than expected...

Like I got there and the moment I told the guards that I was here looking for some work, they instantly marched me do the office building.

where surprise surprise, one looked me over, asked how old I was.

next second, I was signing a contract

yes I did read it, no I didn't sell my soul to the devil. (only Makima has that privilege. woof woof!)

so yes, I'll be moving crates from now on as well as helping out with some tasks that would need my skills.

120$ a week(+bonuses when possible). not that much, but not bad either.

I've survived on less. can live with this.

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Earth Bet

Brockton Bay, Docks

November 27th 2010

Wednesday, 2:41pm

It was just a normal day, woke up, ate a sandwich, brushed my teeth, dressed for work and jumped down the empty stairwell.

why did I jump down the stairwell and why was it empty? because a week ago some Merchants wanted to use my building as a club house. thus I was forced to break the staircase and bar them from entering. now every time I need get in and out of my apartment, I need to climb on air...

yes climb on air.

its much less cool than it sounds, as it is a terrible tripping hazard. I cant even count how many times I nearly sprained my ankle the first few days.

learning how to do knockoff Moonwalk from One Piece has been a great idea. It has helped me not slip and break my neck many times at the docks.

anyway. just like any other wednesday, I went to docks, got some work done... and then these motherfuckers decided to show up.

wearing leather and denim jackets. chains and belts dangling everywhere.

most were shaved bald and all of them were white.

they all looked like any other generic neonazi... I can't really describe them any better

cuz these type of people(if you can even call them that) all look the same. and if saying that makes me a racist towards nazis... then I cant deny the facts.

among the bunch, one stood out... and not only because he wasn't wearing a jacket, or a vest, or a shirt.

but because he was wearing a metal helmet shaped like a tiger head.

"we just want to know were our shipment went and what happened to it. so how is it going to be? the easy way or the hard way" he spoke with a calm tone, yet his voice carried all the way across the yard.

StormTiger, an Empire EightyEight aerokinetic Cape that I genuinely forgot even existed till now.

He is a one of a kind of his species, because unlike the other nazis, he seems to have a semi functioning brain(or at least half of one) and thus figured out some creative uses of his aerokinesis.

by that I mean, he can smell you fart from a block away.

The situation was getting tense, everyone and I mean Everyone had their hands inching towards their guns... fucking americans.

The E88 had around 12 men and there were over 40 workers present at the scene.

Normally in such a situation, the gang members would've backed down, but unlike the dock workers, they had a cape present and a powerful one at that.

"most of you seem like the right kind of people, It would look bad if I had to kill you over something like this, so it would be best to-" SKREEEEEEEEEEEEWOOOOOOOT

-"to- sh-SHAIZE!" (I don't know any other german curse word, if you know some than please edgumakate me in the reviews)

SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEWOOOOOOOT

everyone seemed to freeze for a single moment. I was at the back of the crowd, with my ears suffering due to the loud sirens.

suddenly the crowd started moving. everyone was running, even the gangers were ignoring us and running back to the city.

I was still stuck, trying to soothe my ears and figure out what the hell was making that loud noise when one of the older workers grabbed on to me and started dragging me into the main building.

"move kid! freezing like that will get you killed!-" rude, but he was correct, thus instead of acting like a dead weight, I followed after him under my of power

"-You can have you panic attack and flashbacks at the shelter! now move it!" extra rude. I'll have you know, that I was just distracted by the loud siren and was struck with a sudden but expected attack of tinnitus.

is what I wanted to say... but that would've lost me any (if I had any to begin with) respect ol' Sean o'reilly had for me. thus I stayed silent and just nodded.

the siren continued wailing for 10 minutes. most of us decided to stay at the docks as we had no one to go to or check up on. during that time my brain fart had passed and I realized that that was the Endbringer siren.

Endbringers, the artificial Kaiju of this trash world.

literal artificial quantum machines, made to cause/create conflict.

perfect. /s

as we were stuck in the main building, one of the workers decided to turn on the old CRT TV to learn more about what was going on and most importantly *where* it was going on. sadly the tv was quite old and needed a bit of a magic touch to work, if you know what I mean ;)

and as the youngest in the group, I was nominated (didn't get a choice) as the improvised tv remote and magician.

thankfully I have plenty of experience in working with old CRTs. I have quite the experienced magic touch.

we soon learned that the Behemoth, a knockoff Godzilla wannabe, was moving towards Omsk in Russia.

and all I can say is, oof sucks to be them.

at least the lumbering behemoth (hah pun), was slow enough that the city is already mostly evacuated. by the time it gets there, there will only be the military and cape sacrifices left behind due to Couldron machinations.

yes I can think about Cauldron and all their inhuman crimes without having to worry about a nine mil going through my important fleshy bits.

no Contessa wont appear if you repeat "cauldron" in front of a mirror three times.

I've tried.

*no*, I wasn't testing an elaborate plan to commit super slide. I was just super bored after work so I wanted to take care of some of this world's problems, to alleviate some boredom.

it didn't work, either because Contessa's Path To Victory decided that trying to kill me would've been a terrible idea, or because she and the rest of the Illuminati can't see me.

either way, win win for me.

tsxxxxxxxxxxxkh "hit the fuckin thing already!" "we cant see shit!"

*Smack!* ah so annoying, cant get some time to monologue for my imaginary audience. shame.

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[AN] ah I guess I'll end this chapter here, cuz if waited to make this 2 or 3k like the first ,then I'd never get anything done.

it would be best if I upload shorter chapters, because otherwise I'd procrastinate and never upload ever again... just like all my other works

damn it.