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Send âsopping wetâ for your muse to show up at my museâs door in the middle of a storm.
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blondie-brawlerâ:
Yang narrowed her eyes as she pushed herself up off the ground, âHow in the hell did you survive?â
Her sister had told her about what she saw. A Nevermore had eaten him. She hadnât ever heard of this happening anywhere.
Once she was on her feet, she tensed up. Her gauntlet popped open and the gun she installed in the prosthetic followed suit.
â I ate my vegetables and vitamins like a good little boy! â
The sarcasm couldnât have been heavier in his voice. The truth behind it was, he survived the same way he survived the train explosion in downtown Vale: Dust infused clothing, aura training, and a ton of luck.
Upon seeing Yang fiddle with her weapon, though, he lifted his hands a little to show a lack of willingness to fight in this particular instance.
â Woooah, sweetness, Iâm not here for our usual song and dance. I just need a place to rest and a drink. This is neutral ground and you know it. â
â So Torchwick, What's your secret? How have you managed to remain large and in charge so long without getting caught?
Send a âââ to force the truth out of my muse.
â What are you talking about? I get caught all the time. Itâsabout learning how to escape. Iâm an escape artist. Somefinesse, greased palms here, sleight-of-hand there, andyou can talk or walk your way out of any situation. â
Send a âââ to force the truth out of my muse.
No limits. Ask whatever.
@blondie-brawler answered your ask
Well this was embarrassing and made him seem like he lacked grace. At least his impact was softened by something... soft. Oh. Roman now realized what the softness was. It was one of those kids that hung around Red.
They are just a consistent problem for me, arenât they?
â Well, this isnât exactly how I wanted you and your little friends to figure out I was still alive, but I guess beggars canât be choosers, can they? Iâll get off of you so neither of our leaders think weâre in bed with the enemy. That and... so you donât punch me into next year with that shotgun fist thing you have. â
Roman went ahead and got off of Yang then brushed himself off, grabbing Melodic Cudgel and making sure his hat was probably aligned on his head.
Send đ for my museâs reaction to being sent a very intentional nude Or Send âŃ â for my museâs reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
strykingbackâ:
âI can inform you here jackass, that I do not do this for money. I do this for the people of Remnant, âcept for Atlas they can take care of themselves. I try my best to fight for the people and the people only. So Iâm going to warn you one last time Torchboy.âÂ
âPut your weapon down and come with me silently Iâm taking you straight to jail where you belong. Also if your friend is a bit murdery⊠I invite her to try and take me down. Cause Iâll make sure both of you have a jail romance date with some shitty made cookies.âÂ
â Well, funny story, I think she thinks Iâm dead so... thatâs not gonna happen. She wonât fall for you using me as bait, if thatâs what youâre thinking. Also, little problem with your plan, she will be less... revengy... if Iâm there. You know, sheâll kill less people. Unless you donât care. Could be a pride thing. I respect that less than the money thing, though. Only suckers value pride over lives. â
Roman knew he was playing a risky game here, but he knew he was right. Neo could take care of herself, but he could only imagine the blinded rage sheâd feel without him there. A lot of people in her way would get hurt. At least with Roman in charge of doing the crimes, lives were spared if they stayed out of the way. However, Roman caught that thing Jack said about Atlas...
â And donât hand me that âIâm just following ordersâ jargon. Only someone from Atlas would pull that card. â
teamlarlâ:
âOld allies?â She questioned. âYou know damn well I wonât help you over anything as vague as that. I hope you realize the position youâre in, Mr. Torchwick.â Her voice dropped a couple of octaves and she lifted her hand. It was a simple thing to increase his gravity. Twice the normal amount would be a good start, enough to make him sweat. She would increase it the longer he went without giving her a satisfactory answer.
âYou come here and youâre dragging me back into a life I left behind, a life I hate. Do you know what I did to the last person to use me like their little wind up doll? I shot him. 23 times.â Her hand clenched and the gravity increased to three times the normal amount.
âI was the Head of the Mistral Councilâs pet project, you see.â She quipped rather casually, like she wasnât threatening to crush Roman where he stood. âYou said it yourself earlier, Mistralâs Finest Weapon! He never even realized that I was stabbing him in the back for it until I literally did so. So let me make myself very clear, Mr. TorchwickâŠâ
Adrastia strode forward with a purpose, grabbing his collar and dragging the man down to her level. She released the hold she had on his personal gravity, letting it go back to normal. âI will not be your lackey. I am your partner in this, nothing less, and only because you have given me no choice⊠Which is a very dangerous position for a man like you to be in. So, you will tell me everything and you will do your best to keep me appeased. Do I make myself clear?â
Were it not for Melodic Cudgel acting like an extra leg for Roman to lean on when suddenly the air around him felt so much heavier, he had no doubt in his mind that power of hers would have forced him on all fours.
His nervous quirk that got him into more trouble than out of trouble rose up, nervous laughter escaping him beyond his own control.
â Agh... yes, yes, I get it! Sorry for being so cocky! I donât know why I am in the first place. The old allies I was talking about is Cinder and her allies. My sources tell me theyâre headed for Atlas, so thatâs where Iâm going! To grovel at their damn feet and hope they donât take my tardiness as incompetence! â
Roman tried to remind himself as little as he could about the lack of power he had in this situation, but when coming across as someone as dangerous as Adrastia, one could become humble rather quickly. She had him by the collar now, and he dropped his cane and put his hands up to show a sign of cooperation.
â Iâll put in a good word for you when I see them. O-Or I wonât mention you at all! Whichever you want! I promise I wonât double-cross you. The last powerful, raven-haired woman I pissed off almost incinerated me. â
teamlarlâ:
That sounded about right. From what she had heard of Cinder, she was awfully⊠insistent. She was thankful that Dr. Watts had found her instead of the alternative. At least the esteemed doctor understood that the promise of a reward was far more motivating than the promise of keeping oneâs life. What had she even been living for back then anyway? Yes⊠if it had been Cinder that had walked into her life instead of Watts, there was no doubt in Adrastiaâs mind that she would be dead.
âOf course you left a trailâŠâ Adrastia muttered under her breath. That was painfully typical. It was insurance in case this little meeting with her didnât go as planned. âSo whatâs your big plan here? You track me down to enlist my help with something? What do you even need me for? Protection? Sounds like this Neo already has that covered.â
Damn him⊠Just by the mere act of meeting with her, he had just put her life into very real jeopardy. Just when she thought she was free tooâŠ
âYouâre not the type to lay low and live a modest life.â Just look at him! On the run and still dressing and acting like he owned the place. âGoing up against our former employers isnât an option. Are you going to turn yourself in and hope Atlas is going to protect you or some shit?â Adrastia outright snorted. âGood luck with that. Last I heard, they fucking hate you. I wouldnât be doing you any favors on that front either.â
A lazy grin crossed her face, like she was recalling a fond memory. âNot after I murdered the entire Mistral council a few months back.â
â Atlas?! Protect me?! Ahahahahah! Thatâs rich! Youâre joking, right? You canât seriously think thatâs my plan. If I wanted that, Iâd just rob a bank in Argus and wait for the cops with my hands in the air. â
Roman wiped fake tears from his eyes after the fake laughter he expressed. Adrastia had a right to lose any patience with Roman considering how frustrating her was being. Still, this cocky facade was probably the one thing that kept him sane while he slowly accepted the fact that his life of free roam was behind him and now he was a puppet to a master heâd never be powerful enough to break free from.
â No, no. I need your help breaking Atlasâ blockade to meet up with my old allies. I mean, if you know how to enter the abodes of Mistralian council members and take them out, then you clearly know your way around some security. Iâd ask Neo to help me but... well, I have some theories that our mutual friends have already smuggled their way into Atlas somehow. â
That, or they were well on their way to Vacuo. But Roman was willing to take that 50/50 risk as a gambling man.
team-orgkâ:
Glynda rolled eyes at the cigar. She didnât exactly appreciate the second hand sheâd be getting, but she wouldnât make a fuss about it.
âReally? Not even in the time where you piloted a stolen Atlaesan Paladin down a business highway. Or when you were present on the train that caused the breech in the center of Vale?⊠Should I go on?â
She listened to his explanation. It was obvious that he was working for someone, his more recent crimes didnât fit his normal profile. Herself and the group she was working with had suspicions as to where this all lead and what events were actually connected, but they couldnât prove anything.
âLook, Roman. I donât know what exactly you want from me. I already told you that I havenât seen anyone by that description. Given the uniqueness of that appearance I would have probably seen her if she still looked like that or was even still here. If you want help getting out of trouble with your employer, Iâm sure something could be arranged.â
â Iâve done crazy things, doll-face, but that doesnât mean Iâm crazy. Thatâs just what I do when my backâs against the wall. â
Maybe he shouldnât have said that last part. It was too telling. Granted, before Cinder approached Roman, Roman was no model citizen. But Glyndaâs assumptions would be correct... his recent crimes didnât fit his normal profile. A little too messy for Romanâs liking. But when someone points a proverbial gun to his head and tells him to choose between lives, Roman would always choose himself.
â Also, the police are gone and the jailâs broken, so I doubt Iâm worth your time for an arrest seeing as how all the infrastructure and literal structures are busted. I donât know. Maybe I thought the Grimm might leave me alone if I was with a capable fighter? Maybe Grimm just arenât good conversationalists, and youâre easy on the eyes? â
In all honesty, Roman was just being high-profile so itâd be easy for his allies to find him. If he tried to lay low, he was afraid theyâd think he was hiding from them. And that would spell disaster.
teamlarlâ:
The same team. Were they though? For the longest time, Adrastia had worked for Dr. Watts, furthering his own goals in Mistral as a way to get what she wanted. It had been an⊠enlightening experience. It gave her a better idea of what was really out there. Roman didnât work for Watts, she knew, but if he was centered in Vale⊠That was Cinderâs territory. Her own employer made a point of ranting about her drearily often.
It was rather like separate departments in a company. She had been located in one department and Roman had been located in another. And now it seemed he was trying to get a little cooperation going. How sweet.
âYouâre barking up the wrong tree.â She told him. âI did my job, I got what I wanted, and then I left. Do you think Iâd be hiding out here in the middle of nowhere if I wanted to keep contact with our⊠employer?â This mysterious figure behind both Watts and Cinder. She hoped that she never had to meet them. âBy all rights, I should just kill you right here and save myself the trouble of you telling them where to find me.â
She knew how this game worked. No matter what promises were made, there was no leaving. And yet she had left anyway. That meant she would be hunted. Not only had she betrayed her home, but she had betrayed those eyes in the dark that she had been working for. All her bridges were burned now. She and Roman were both survivors. Surely heâd know what she would do if backed into a corner.
â You mean to tell me you actually got something out of it? I was just given a do it or die ultimatum. Speakinâ oâ which... â
If this young lady truly killed these offguard huntsmen and huntresses, she was truly a force to be reckoned with. In fact, part of Roman didnât doubt she could kill him if he was so dumb as to stay and fight instead of just run away.
â Thatâs kind of why Iâm here. If they find out it took me so long to get back to them when Iâve been alive this whole time, theyâll save you the trouble and kill me first. â
Roman then leaned on his cane once again, more darkness in his voice, eyes narrowing with increasing gruffness in his tone.
â And if you kill me here and now, you better do a good job of covering up the murder and cleaning up the bread crumb trail I left. Because assuming Neo doesnât kill you, youâll remind our higher ups that youâre a loose end. â
teamlarlâ:
Oh so he actually felt quite a bit of pain from that it seemed. Good. It wasnât nearly as much fun to shoot someone otherwise. Although it begged the question of how much training he actually had. All the rumors said that Roman Torchwick was a fully trained huntsman and that was why he was so dangerous. Yet, that shouldnât have hurt him as much as it evidently did⊠Which told her quite a lot. Was he out of practice, perhaps? OrâŠ
âYou have no idea who youâre talking to, do you?â Adrastia asked, crossing her arms. Clearly she had been using her semblance far too freely. The whole point of coming all the way out here was to be left alone, but if the villages in the area could so easily point anyone her way⊠It was something to consider once she was done dealing with Roman. It might be time to move on to somewhere else.
âWho exactly do you think caused all those huntsmen to disappear?â It had been something she had been working on for a year. Ever since she had gotten back from the Vytal Festival, that had been her marching orders: work with Leo to cull Mistralâs huntsmen population. She had been the spider, and Leo was the one directing them into her web. She became remarkably efficient at it.
âIf you knew me at all, youâd know that defending Mistral is the least of my priorities. Let it burn.â
That much was true. Roman was a good fighter in the sense that he was good at blocking attacks with his cane and he was a quick thinker, but all of his training was informal. The man had never even unlocked his Semblance. While that made him quite outmatched by a skilled huntsman or huntress, he was still dangerous enough to those who let their guard down.
Leaning on his cane a bit, still attempting to get over the frustration of just being shot, Roman kept that forced smile on his face.Â
â Oh! Good! Weâre on the same team, then. Sorry, itâs just our uh... mutual employer leaves me out of the loop so often itâs kind of insulting. â
Roman knew that part of Cinderâs plan involved getting rid of the huntsmen around Mistral (and especially Haven) but he wasnât told much beyond that because all of her plans were on a need-to-know basis. Which meant that Adrastia was apart of that plan, or... she was just some nutjob that was murdering huntsmen. For once, Roman hoped it wasnât the latter, and went off on that assumption.
â Man does that make this so much easier! Finally, itâs like the break I kept asking for! So, doll, you mind showing me to your contact? Or... are you just some crazy lady whoâs been murdering huntsmen left and right for no reason? â
team-orgkâ:
So the woman Roman was looking for was an ally to him and not a target. Still though, better to play this situation carefully.
âThat is obviously very concerning, but I somehow doubt that you two would be any less dangerous together then apart. Vale doesnât need any more problems now of all times, thank you very much.â
The last part deliver with more then a hint of venom. She had enough on her plate already to deal with and dear gods did it show. It was probably is generally tiredness; both physically and mentally of everyone else, that she was even entertaining the criminal instead of instantly locking him up again.
âYouâre sure that your friend wouldnât have been in disguise somehow? Your crimes donât exactly scream subtlety, but that doesnât mean your allies canât exercise some.â
Roman went ahead and lit a cigar, taking a couple of puffs before responding to Glynda. Granted, he didnât expect the huntress to actually cooperate with him and say Yes, Mr. Torchwick, Neoâs exact location is right over there. Hereâs a transport and some cash! But a small part of him could fantasize, right?
â Our crimes would be more efficient. But dangerous? Sweetheart, you wound me. My planning and stealing is an art, and I make sure no one gets hurt as long as they listen to me. Iâm a criminal, not a psychopath. âÂ
Little did Roman know just who he was working for, though. In fact, unbeknownst to him, Glynda knew more about his âemployerâ than he did.
â I donât normally do this, but Iâll be honest for a change. Cards on the table. Itâs kind of obvious I wasnât working alone now. I can tell you must be weak and tired from fighting Grimm. I mean, I am, too. Damn things canât tell the difference between friend and foe. And yes, if I take too long to get back to my employer, sheâll want my head on the chopping block. You have me in the palm of your hands. That being said, youâll forgive me if Iâm a little insistent. â
teamlarlâ:
Without a second thought, Adrastia raised her gun and put a bullet through Romanâs leg. He would be fine, she knew. The man had aura, after all. This was nothing but a flesh wound. A bruise. But hey, heâd asked for it, and it was awfully cathartic for her.
âHello, Roman.â She replied without any enthusiasm. There was the question of how exactly the former Vale kingpin had been able to find her, but then again, this was Roman Torchwick they were talking about. Of course he would find a way. It didnât surprise her that he wasnât dead like all the rumors said. Sheâd always heard the man was a survivor. They were similar in that regard.
Still, it annoyed the fuck out of her that he called her Mistralâs Finest Weapon, so she shot him again for good measure.
âI can guarantee you that nothing you say or have in that atrocious hat of yours will be something I want.â Sheâd already gotten what she wanted. What would Roman Torchwick of all people have to offer her now? âSo you better make this worth my while.â
Roman was shot once, then twice. Yes, his aura blocked it in time, but he was no master huntsman, so it still hurt like hell. He sucked air through his teeth, waving his cane around out of a brash moment of anger.
â Listen here, you little runt- â
Roman then suddenly remembered why he was here in the first place, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down. A forced smile took the place of the scowl that formed on the criminalâs face.
â Got that out of your system? Are we happy now? Good. Anyway, I was gonna propose a deal. An I-scratch-your-back you-scratch-mine kind of thing. The villages around here told me about a young woman - thatâs you - that has very powerful gravitational abilities. Well, all the huntsmen in Mistral seemed to have vanished. So that just leaves one question: Without your masters around, do you wanna take their place and defend Mistral? Or would you rather strike it on your own? âÂ
huntsman-ashâ:
âThats because this is technically an Atlas base, but their commander decided he would lead from the front against that Grimm that showed up against Argus. Heâs deep sixed now so theyâre kind of lost. Cue my team rolling inâŠour base now.â
And what a perfect opportunity it had afforded too! CAMOs official mission was to find Neo and Cinder; their unofficial to cause hell for Atlas while it was still unstable; and here was Neoâs boss, perfect for both.Â
It was his strike on the Atlas airships over Vale that had let them take this base so easily too. All theyâd said was âI think Roman may be heading this wayâ and the standing base commander had tossed them the keys.Â
âAs for stayingâŠwell, as much as Iâd like to let you roam around freely to make the Whitehats squirm, I do have an image to maintain. But I can at least take those chains off for now, and find you a nicer cell.â He held up the key.Â
âJust donât try and make a break for it JUST yet, or Iâll have to play my part of it andâŠâ
He gave the chainsword a squeeze. The osmium-tipped teeth on its surface circled with a rattling of metal and the engine roared like a hungry Grimm.Â
âIâd rather not, if its all the same to you.â
This Ash was plenty smarter than some of the soldiers that had been left in charge of Roman before. Honestly? The hug thing was just to get the key through some skillful pickpocketing, but if Ash was going to let him go anyway...
â Thought you wouldnât be that dumb. Youâd be surprised how many times Atlas goons fell for it, though. â
Roman knew how risky it was to admit that, but he was getting the feeling Ashâs loyalties were more local than they were kingdom wide. And if there was one thing Roman was good at, it was inspiring revolution in peoples who were given a raw deal by their bigger, badder government. Roman offered his cuffed hands to Ash, giving a nod to show his compliance with these terms.
â If youâre interested in things Atlas has left unguarded, how about we skip the part where you torture information out of me and I just tell you where some stolen Dust shipments are? Iâve heard of that Dust embargo, and deep down the humanitarian in me just hates the idea of your men not having the ammo needed to fight off... oh... Grimm... Bandits... Atlas, wanting their things back... â
huntsman-ashâ:
âActually, Iâm more surprised it took someone this long to figure out you WERENâT dead. Men like you are notoriously hard to kill.â
Typical Atlas incompetenceâŠbut, then again, they had plenty on their plates.Â
The Hunter-Killer rose from his chair, lifting his chainsword as he did to rest it on the floor. He doubted that Roman would care one way or another (you didnât get to be a master criminal by being easily intimidated), but it would work on the guards, for sure.
âGo do something more useful.â He said to them, waving his hand. âYouâll ruin those nice uniforms.â
And they left. Hurriedly. As was fitting.
Closing the door, Ash looked over at Roman.Â
âSo. Let me guessâŠtrying to punch a hole through the blockade into Atlas?â It was really the only thing that he could be doing.
âYouâre heading the right direction, if youâre trying to regroup with your ice cream colored waifu. Sheâs been reported heading north as well.â
After receiving that wealth of information, Romanâs eyes widened a little, his cocky smirk turning into something resembling a genuine smile.
â Thank you! You know, you have genuinely been a bigger help than anyone else Iâve come across! Iâd give you a hug, but, again... â
Roman once more gestured to his cuffs, a fake chuckle coming from the man as he took in the surroundings. While the weapon near Ash didnât intimidate him, it definitely served as a reminder that trying anything funny would be... cut short.Â
â Also, I wouldnât call Neo that. We havenât done anything at an altar, if you catch my drift. Itâd ruin our whole partners in crime vibe with too much sickening sweetness. So... where will I be staying? Because Iâve been arrested before, and so far, Iâm impressed. I heard that Mantle was basically just a hole that Atlas was ashamed of, but Iâd rate this place at least two more stars than the last Atlas cell I was stuck in! â
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