Streamer in the Omniverse

Negotiation and tour around Beacon.

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First of all, as much as I harbored some resentment towards James, or rather, the soldiers he commanded, for being complete imbeciles, I still wasn't his enemy or Ozpin's, so I'll lay out some cards.

"First of all, I only have seven invites for the stream, I don't intend to get rid of all of them." Not even half, two at most, maybe three, since these invites were hard to come by.

Five of them I had won in Jille, against the goblin army, the other three in WinterHord, against the Deerclops, totaling eight, minus one that I had given to Tanjuro, seven.

It was supposed to be six, since before accepting the emergency mission, I had tried to invite Dylan for various reasons, one of them being to have a direct line of communication with Terraria and know what was happening there.

It didn't work, or rather, the stream didn't let me invite him.

[No being considered native to the "Terraria" world can be invited to the stream before the destruction of the "Wall that separates and seals the world."]

A damn ridiculous restriction that came out of nowhere! I didn't even understand why this restriction really existed!

And it wasn't something simple like having ten thousand viewers, for me to unlock the stream invites myself, no, I needed to kill that damned abomination...

"Seven, didn't you say in the video that you were 'The Streamer.' Why the limitation to invite people to your own stream?" James's voice pulled me out of my thoughts of indignation.

"Yes, and I also remember telling Ozpin that even though I was The Streamer, I had few invites." Not for long, I hoped.

The stream currently had about six thousand nine hundred viewers, almost seven thousand, lacking three thousand to reach the necessary ten thousand.

If nothing extraordinary happened, I guessed this goal would be achieved in about two, maybe three months, as I had noticed that a "Big event" in Terraria seemed to attract more viewers, if it was like that in other worlds I still didn't know.

James furrowed his brow slightly and fell silent, thinking. With his lack of words, the entire office fell silent as well.

As much as revealing how many invites I had would give away some advantage in negotiation, the low number of them made them more valuable, something that everyone on the other side of the table realized.

I thought someone might complain that I was trying to "sell" the stream invites, something like: "Having more viewers is better for you," but it seems I was wrong.

Well, in a way, it was better. Dealing with the stereotype of a "retarded person in power" didn't seem very pleasant to me, and if that were to happen, I would prefer it to be in a place where I was called "Young Master."

"What do you want?" He asked after the silence. Smart...@@@@

He knows I'm not from Remnant, or at least partially believes so, which means he knows my notion of this world's prices is scarce... Or at least should be.

Qrow had roughly given me the price of Lien in our poker game, at least the price in gold, which was a valuable metal even in Remnant, and the conversations I had with Weiss on the stream had given me knowledge about Dust, even if basic...

"Five tons." I raised my open hand, showing the five fingers. Before he could refuse or accept the price, I continued. "Of each type of Dust."

That was enough to make him furrow his brow completely and some sighs echoed throughout the room.

Screw it, I knew this was too much, but I'll aim high here, especially after experiencing Dust firsthand against Weiss and Blake.

I would be stupid not to want as much as possible of what would be the equivalent of Mana Stones in this world... Even if they were weaker and with diluted mana.

Something was happening to this world, I wasn't an expert in planetary health, but this world's mana flow seemed... Contained, locked... And it didn't seem natural...

"Impossible." James gave me the answer I expected. "The most the Atlas army can offer is two tons of three types of Dust." He countered.

As if I believed that... Or rather, I did believe, but my focus was never to get Dust from you, I had Weiss to sell me that...

"Three tons of five types of Dust of my choice, and one of those aircraft out there... The big one." I kept my face as neutral as possible.

... What I wanted was your weaponry,... More specifically, your aircraft...

Screw it, the Humvee stayed in Terraria, but I'm going back there flying in a damn air fortress!

To my delight, even though James's scowl deepened, he didn't instantly refuse, but remained silent in thought.

"As long as the type of Dust isn't the rarest, like..." He responded, accepting part of my offer, before continuing.

"It's impossible to sell any kind of copy of the control aircraft, but if you prove that this stream is really true, that you're from another world, I'll get something similar." He explained, falling silent.

That... Was simpler than I expected actually... I'm even a bit disappointed...

Regarding the Dust, I knew he would accept, even though my first offer was ridiculous, the second one wasn't. My surprise was him accepting the sale of what I was sure was the damn mother ship...

Even though he said it would be something similar, not identical, it was still surprising that he accepted so quickly, without any further negotiation...

Either I had done something very wrong and asked for a too low price, which theoretically I had, since a stream invite was worth much more than just what I had asked for... Or he was desperate... Desperate people tended to accept offers without thinking...

Queen of Grimm... The mission had mentioned something about her, was that the reason for his desperation? This impatience?

"Who do you want me to invite?" I asked, pulling an invite ticket from my inventory. "You can pay me after you're sure I'm not lying," I told him.

I ran the stream; if he didn't pay me, I could simply ban whoever he chose for me to invite.

Would I lose a ticket? Yes, but I would know he wasn't trustworthy... And I could or could not "borrow" some things with the VoidBag without anyone noticing...

He hesitated to answer my question, turning to Ozpin for a moment, who shook his head.

"You negotiated for this, it's yours," he took a sip of his coffee. "Don't worry about me."

"Would you be open to another negotiation later?" James asked me.

"Another invite?" I asked. When he nodded in agreement, I continued. "Yes, but for a different price." Weapons, probably, and bullets; I needed to restock my arsenal for a while.

That seemed to be enough for James to make up his mind and respond to me.

"Commander Winter Schnee, she's who I want you to invite to the stream," he said decisively, surprising me a little.

Not just me, but almost everyone else in the room, which included Winter herself.

"General, I...", she spoke hesitantly before being interrupted.

"I trust your judgment will be better than mine, decide if what this man has told is true or not, that's your mission," he said in a harsh tone, an order.

Winter didn't hesitate this time.

"Yes, sir!" she saluted.

I looked at the two for a moment. Did he really trust her judgment more than his own, or was it because of the relationship Winter had with Weiss, being her sister. After all, I didn't hide my good relationship with Team RWBY.

Well, it didn't matter, he had decided.

"Invite Winter Schnee," I said aloud, the invite in my hands tearing apart. Even without looking at the stream window, I knew it had worked, Winter's reaction said it all.

[Invite sent to person: Winter Schnee - Awaiting response!]

Her widened eyes and open mouth were somewhat cute; seeing someone as stoic as her react like that was funny.

"I recommend accepting before time runs out, the invite is single-use." There was no time, but she didn't need to know that.

The way her arm blurred almost desperately in the air, hitting the (Yes) on the screen in front of her was something to be seen.

[Invite sent to person: Winter Schnee - Accepted!]

With that, the stream screen disappeared from my view, and a cellphone appeared in the air in front of Winter with an ethereal glow.

This happened every time, or was it because I invited her myself? From the unsurprised looks of Ruby and the others, it seemed like a common occurrence.

Funny, I was "The Streamer," but I wasn't even sure of that; in fact, it was the first time I had seen someone being invited to the stream.

"A metal plaque?" James murmured confused, and then it was Winter's turn to be confused.

"What? Can't you see, General?" she asked. "It's almost identical to that cellphone he showed us before," Winter said.

Before the confusion escalated, I explained.

"Only those in the stream can see the cellphone; to everyone else, it's just a piece of metal." Maybe something else, but I didn't want to waste my time testing it since it didn't matter.

("That's right, Ruby, Devas had said before that the (CHAT) were the other voices in his head!") Lucy replied to Ruby.

"See, Lucy agrees." Ruby nodded sagely.

The funniest thing about all of this is that only I could hear Lucy at this moment, since the Radio Thing was in the VoidBag, but it still seemed like Ruby could hear Lucy.

"Is she... completely lost it?" Yang asked herself, looking at her sister talking to an axe.

"I... think so..." Blake replied.

"I... I don't know? I hope not?" Weiss murmured, turning to me as if I had the answer, which in this case, I did...

"The axe talks, you just can't hear it." I replied amusingly. Ruby couldn't either, but that didn't matter here. "One moment." I said as I activated the option I had purchased earlier.

[Spiritual Hearing: Activated!]

I had bought this thing a while ago, but had left it off to let the "Mystery" of whether Lucy spoke or if it was just my madness for a while.

I wanted to see Ruby's reaction too, when she returned to the (CHAT) after her mission, but seeing her reaction firsthand was even better.

("HELLOOOO! ANYONE OUT THERE!!") Lucy spoke as if she knew I had turned on the option.

The question was, did this only work for people watching the stream? Or if I were in the world of those people, could they still hear Lucy? Well, at least those who had the stream phone.

The answer was given to me by the wide-eyed looks of Yang, Blake, and Weiss.

"The axe talks?" Yang murmured the same thing her sister had a few hours ago.

"LUCY TALKS!" Ruby replied, moving Lucy with both hands as if she were chopping down a tree.

("I TALK!") Lucy 'shouted' along.

To take or not to take the maniac axe from the weapons maniac's hand, that is the question...

I felt that Weiss's sigh of pure exhaustion wasn't supposed to be as funny as it was.

[...]

"I... I'll admit, I kind of thought you'd be different." The redhead girl in front of me spoke, not Ruby, she was sitting beside me on my right.

"Different how?" I asked the girl I had scared this morning with the aura from the Bone Helm, Nora.

"I don't know..." She sang. "But you seem cooler this way, without that aura around you." She replied honestly with a certain electricity in her voice.

Given the huge stack of pancakes with syrup in front of her, I think I knew where that energy was coming from... That can't be healthy, even with aura...

"And you apologized to me by giving me pancakes, no one who gives pancakes as a gift can be evil!" She laughed, which was a stark contrast to her partner, Ren, who was stoic and calm.

A cheerful and completely energetic girl, with a stoic and calmer guy? Was this some kind of multiversal constant or something?

After a short walk with Team RWBY, we had arrived at the school cafeteria, where some students were eating, including Jaune, Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora.

I took the opportunity to apologize to her; after all, even unintentionally, the blame for her having some kind of bad flashback was mine. To my surprise, she said she would only forgive me if I bought pancakes for her.

Her surprise when I pulled out a whole plate of pancakes from the VoidBag was funny, and the nickname "Mr. Magical Infinite Pancakes" came so out of nowhere and spontaneous that I ended up accepting it because of its randomness.

"So... Devas, right?" Jaune spoke. I nodded, confirming that was my name, to which he continued. "It was quite a fight earlier; it was the first time I saw a Huntsman fight other than one of the professors," he said with a certain excitement in his voice.

"Thank you," I replied. "But I'm not a Huntsman." Jaune's look of confusion was mirrored by each of the other three members of Team JNPR.

"That's true," Yang spoke after chewing the bite she had taken from the sandwich she had bought. "He's not a Huntsman." She confirmed.

As one, all four on the other side of the table turned to Ruby, as if they didn't believe Yang's words and wanted to confirm with someone more trustworthy.

"Hey!" Everyone ignored Yang's indignant shout.

"It's true. Devas is not a Huntsman," Ruby confirmed, speaking almost the same words as her sister, but they were almost instantly accepted, not that it made their confusion any less.

"How?" Jaune was the one who asked.

"I've never been to a preparatory school or one of the academies," I spoke the truth. "But you end up learning some things when you fight for your life many times." True again, I had learned a lot to not die.

The 'I know it's true, but you're full of shit' look that Team RWBY gave made everything funnier for me.

Speaking these double-meaning truths was as fun accompanied as alone.

"You learned all that by yourself, fighting against Grimm?" the female version of Achilles of this world, Pyrrha, spoke. She seemed impressed by this fact.

"Not everything, but most things." Not against Grimm, but the information was still accurate.

I had some people to teach me, Tanjuro with Sun Breathing, Dylan with the Mystic Symbols, but the vast majority of things I kind of improvised here and there.

If Pyrrha had 'I want to fight you' written on her forehead, it would be less obvious than the look she was giving me.

What the hell? Was everyone here kind of battle-crazy? Who would have thought that training people from childhood could have some problems... At least they didn't start at five years old like some certain hidden villages...

Mental note to myself: Tell Jiraiya to increase the number of psychologists in Konoha, that should solve about half of the problems there.

"Are you going to be a combat instructor then?" Jaune asked. Again, this shit?!

"Yes." Yang and Ruby spoke at the same time.

"No." I spoke along with them.

"I'm confused," Nora spoke right after. Me too!.

"Nothing has been confirmed yet," Weiss clarified to Nora. "Devas still needs to decide whether he accepts the proposal or not." She finished.

That's not going to happen!

The conversation continued for some time after that, before the two teams said goodbye and went about their business.

Team RWBY guided me for a while longer around Beacon, showing me the forge, which Ruby insisted on going to first, the training rooms, simulation, and everything else, like the regular classrooms and bathrooms.

"Finally, the teachers' bathroom," Yang said with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Don't start," I shook my head exasperatedly as they all laughed. "Big fucking school, are we done?" I asked. We had been walking for hours.

"No! There's still one last place!" Ruby took the reins and began to lead us to someplace unknown to me.

As we climbed the third and then the fourth flight of stairs, I realized it was to the school's roof.

"Close your eyes!" Ruby said excitedly before opening the door that I assumed led to the roof. "No peeking!."

"I won't look, promise," I said amused and raised my pinky finger before closing my eyes.

Ruby guided me through the door and then along the roof for some time. I wanted to say that I could move well without seeing, my senses being heightened to somewhat idiotic levels after unlocking my Aura, but I let her have fun.

"Now, you can open your eyes," Ruby spoke after some time, as if she were waiting for something to happen.

I slowly opened my eyes, not quite sure what they wanted to show me, the view of the forest?... It wasn't...

A spontaneous joy rose in my chest at the sight, something so simple and pure that even I was surprised by the feeling, but I couldn't help it, it was cathartic in a way I didn't even know why...

"I knew you'd like it!" Ruby laughed cheerfully when she saw my shocked face, before I couldn't help but start laughing.

"The moon..." I said between my laughter...

... The moon was shattered...

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Here's an advanced chapter, had some time today and ended up writing and thought, "Why not post another chapter?." Well, here it is.

Without much explanation, just a reasonable negotiation between a group of desperate people who have an enemy with an almost infinite army and any old streamer, just everyday stuff.

As for the moon, well, it's not the one from Terraria, but does Devas care? No, there's a broken moon in his view and a smile on his face.

I won't linger too much here, good night everyone and happy reading!