(Olivarick's POV)
[Warrior Jar Arts lv8]
"So haemorrhage is…" I mimic the ASL that Frenchie and Kimiko are teaching me. I've been trying to get it to lv6, but it's been stuck on lv4 for a while now. French is lv6 but sign language is a bit awkward and slightly interpreted.
"I've been meaning to ask, you guys are like all good at fighting and stuff right? I've been meaning to pick up different disciplines of fighting so if you want, when I get comfortable with ASL I'll take fighting lessons instead as payment?" I say in sign language, it was a bit hesitant but I got there.
[ASL lv5]
"Sure we don't mind, I learnt Savate when I was in my old job. Kimiko never learnt a proper style, just developed a kind of style herself." Frenchie signed to me, which I seemed to pick up on easier now.
"I'd love to learn Savate, and Kimiko, would you want to spar with me?" I know how physical resilient she is, not to mention the healing. I will pull my punches somewhat, otherwise she will probably die.
She simply gave a thumbs up and fist bumped me, I didn't need to know ASL to know that was her agreeing. The night was busy but with two of me being here it felt more like an easy shift.
The door flew open. I jinxed it.
"You" Homelander rolled his wrist as he pointed at me. "Tonight is the night you die." He floated closer towards me as the area evacuated, the room expanding by a half-mile to give us room.
I draw my sword, "Didn't like my gift I take it? Wanna buy an arm back?" I pick up a Black Noir arm.
With that he leapt at me, I blocked his grab with my sword as it cut into his hands. I go to quickly drag the sword away aiming to take his fingers with it. He pulled back and flew into me, dragging me into the training room. In here my other self was training with Alexander, who stayed to watch me and my clone take Homelander on.
I begun my waterfowl dance and so did my clone, both wearing and lacerating him before diving into him with the scarlet aonia. He flew up out of the mist, fighting off the rash and aimed his lasers at me. I maintained his attention as I ran with throwing knives and taunts. Just long enough for my clone to scale the wall, leaping out and driving the sword into his back.
Immediately Homelander lost concentration as he felt a cold wet blade from his shoulder blade all the way down to his hips. My clone dispelled along with the sword in him, he plummeted to the ground as I followed suit:
[Warrior Jar arts lv11]
"Get up"
His eyes opened as I kicked him across the room.
"GET UP! Die standing like a fucking warrior, where's your mettle?" He struggled to get up, using his hands and knee. I used the opportunity to land a kick square in his nose, busting it completely.
He rolled over on his back coddling his smashed nose. "No technique, no drive, no courage and absolutely nothing to you. You're a hollow shell, not worth the hair dye covering your head."
I raise my blade one final time and decapitate him.
I grip his decapitated head and take it to the kitchen, people gathering around to watch. I use a knife and my skills to remove every speck of flesh from him. I send out a clone to retrieve the rest of his body. Once I'm done cleaning his skull down, I thread his cape through it and attach it to the wall.
Etched below him in stone it read:
'Here lay Homelander, may he serve as a warning to the false Gods seeking to ruin this paradise.'
"He's fucking dead!" Frenchie shouted out, leading to a roar of cheer even among the sorcerers of Elden Ring.
The night was violently active, everyone capable of getting drunk got drunk. Which is why my clone was still able to train with Alexander.
Butcher pulled out some sniff from him coat and looked like he just won the lottery. Sellen was hitting on Ashley, and it was absolutely reciprocated. Melina stopped complaining for once and Ranni was doing a strange puppet show in the corner to distract Blaidd.
It got weird though when Kalé brought some mushrooms he found in Caelid.
After that I simply don't remember what happened.
[Time Skip]
[Warrior jar arts lv17]
[Poison resistance lv9]
[Bartending lv20]
[Cooking lv20]
[Negotiation lv1]
[Self-cloning lv9]
[Turkish lv4]
What in the ever loving… Just as I begun waking up, my clone disappeared into me, relieving all my curiosities. Apparently whilst we were all kinds of intoxicated, we dragged random people off the streets to parry, thus the Turkish and the negotiation. As it turns out I can send my clones out of the bar.
Aside from that we just ate and drank so much I power levelled everything whilst my clone either trained or ran errands.
[Your ability in cooking has now reached the peak of what is attainable. Would you like to evolve?]
[Your ability in bartending has now reached the peak of what is attainable. Would you like to evolve?]
Sure why not? I thought as a headache came on. Aside the cooking, I still wanna make recipes, Just not the stuff I made last night, that was lethal.
[Pint magic lv1 -evolved-]
What even is that? I thought as I dragged myself off of the floor, why is Melania here with me?… Time for that later.
I stood up to see everyone passed out, in a much bigger bar now. Drinks, spills, everything and everything was ruining the floor. I decided to see if pint magic did what I thought it did.
The drinks spilled starting floating, out of their glasses or off of the floor and slowly glided outside, splashing on the pavement. I sent a clone now to use wipe to clean everything up whilst I had a shower.
Heading back downstairs, people were starting to wake up. Only those with a stronger constitution though, I suppose I got lucky with poison resistance and pain resistance.
Melania gave me a weird nod and took her leave, and Miquella did as well oddly enough. They left slips of paper each that I'm assuming is payment, but I'll confirm later. Ignoring that, everyone else was down for the count. I'm gonna make a windfall today.