❝persistent.❞

roman torchwick from rwby. non-selective. oc-friendly. anyone may msg/ask/etc. please read the rules.

[romantorches]

(ooc!)

hello !

i really want to get back into rping soon (especially w the sudden burst of activity :D! thanks rwbymotivation :D!!!) but im just sorta… blehh right now!! when i try to type, or think of a plot, nothing comes to mind.

i’m not sure what to do! if anyone has any advice, id love to hear it! but if not, take this post as a psa that i might not be as active as i want to be, but that doesn’t mean i don’t like you, roman, or roleplaying anymore! something is just, a bit off, i guess.

thanks for reading :0 let me know if you have any advice!

[romantorches]

(ooc!)

hello !

i really want to get back into rping soon (especially w the sudden burst of activity :D! thanks rwbymotivation :D!!!) but im just sorta... blehh right now!! when i try to type, or think of a plot, nothing comes to mind.

i'm not sure what to do! if anyone has any advice, id love to hear it! but if not, take this post as a psa that i might not be as active as i want to be, but that doesn't mean i don't like you, roman, or roleplaying anymore! something is just, a bit off, i guess.

thanks for reading :0 let me know if you have any advice!

[romantorches]

// please like or reblog this for me to tag you in a starter! :D //

[thegeneral-ironwood]

it had been a long day of work. nothing particularly distressing, but... a lot of tiny stuff. trivial stuff. but finally, it was time for ironwood to head home, get comfy, and relax. he almost felt excitement as he opened his home door, but as he walked inside... he was met with none other than roman torchwick draped dramatically across his floor, coated in blood and bruises. he seemed to be unconscious, and the window was broken. - (@romantorches, i hope this is okay!)

• Ironwood rarely had a time to relax but things seem different today so when he headed to his home and entered and saw what was waiting for him on the floor not only was he shot he was confused because he knew who this was and wondering why it was there but he walked up slowly to check the vitals and see if he was actually still alive•

[romantorches]

he was. his heart was beating fine, and his breaths were easy and not forced. upon closer inspection, his wounds were all very tiny, and minor - there were just a lot of them.

the unconscious man shifted under the general’s touch. was he waking up? 

[romantorches]

“my cane isn't a weapon. not anymore. i’m not handing it over just because you lack trust. i need it to walk!”

[scythisms-deactivated20191021]

| ♞ | - “Life would be easier if we could choose our duties and our obligations. But we can’t. We shouldn’t.”

[romantorches]

“You can if you're not a coward.” Roman said simply. His arms were crossed as he stared down the ~hero~ in front of him, chin held high with pride but face squished down in what almost seemed like disgust. “Buuuut, seriously. Why do you value the lives of other people over your own? What’s even the point in it?”

[rppanda]

Send a number to find my muse...

Sleeping at a table.

Singing in private.

Attempting to kill a spider, and failing.

Crying laughing.

Doing something embarrassing.

Getting chores done.

Loopy with lack of sleep.

Post-wisdom teeth removal.

Hiding a broken object.

Covered in blood.

In a fit of anger.

Throwing a tantrum.

Hiding in a closet.

Stuck somewhere with your muse.

Muffling their cries.

On a swing-set alone.

Feeling lonely.

Cuddling their pillow.

Staring at your muse.

Recovering from throwing up.

Stabbing a body repeatedly.

Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.

Screaming by themselves.

Holding a wound.

Dead.

[callowed]

//This tumblr is like 2 years old now but I’m bringing it back!! Looking for folks who’d like to RP with a Tyrian that’s got a lot of RP experience!

//Like/reblog if you’re interested!

[romantorches]

"How in the hell did I get here...? Hey! Who are you? You from here?"

roman’s face scrunched up at the sudden, and very unfamiliar, voice.

his first idea was that little red had, somehow, sneaked inside his workshop. but, that wasn’t her voice. and the idea of that child saying - gasp - a naughty word was absolutely far-fetched.

with that, and curiosity in mind, he turned around.

❝uh, yeah. why are you interrogating me when you’re the one who showed up very uninvited to my workshop?❞

[romantorches]

devil-dmon‌:

“Don’t rush me. I’m coming,” she replied sassily. Crossing her arms again, she followed him outside at a leisurely pace. No way was she hurrying along for anyone, especially this weirdo.

he let her go first up the stairs. it wasn’t like him - he knew that. but he was slow, and that was even more unlike him. if he was behind her, she wouldn’t notice.

the outside was relatively normal. houses, though a bit more compact than what she was used to, and some small shops. a cart that sold noodles. ❝ you’re in vale. your memory jarred yet? ❞

[devil-dmon-blog]

“Not at all… Never heard of this place, I’m telling you,” Yuna said, slowly becoming annoyed. She’d never heard of Vale, never learned about it. Certainly had never been taught that it was a capitol of anywhere, much less the world.  “Is this something America’s trying to pull? Or Europe?” 

[romantorches]

❝i don’t know what either of those are.❞ he grunted roughly. ❝so, it does appear you’re the confused one.❞ he looked around, switching his cane to his other hand subtly. ❝ask anyone. they’ll tell you the same thing. just don’t mention my face.❞

[romantorches]

"How in the hell did I get here...? Hey! Who are you? You from here?"

roman’s face scrunched up at the sudden, and very unfamiliar, voice.

his first idea was that little red had, somehow, sneaked inside his workshop. but, that wasn’t her voice. and the idea of that child saying - gasp - a naughty word was absolutely far-fetched.

with that, and curiosity in mind, he turned around.

❝uh, yeah. why are you interrogating me when you’re the one who showed up very uninvited to my workshop?❞

[romantorches]

devil-dmon‌:

“Don’t rush me. I’m coming,” she replied sassily. Crossing her arms again, she followed him outside at a leisurely pace. No way was she hurrying along for anyone, especially this weirdo.

he let her go first up the stairs. it wasn’t like him - he knew that. but he was slow, and that was even more unlike him. if he was behind her, she wouldn’t notice.

the outside was relatively normal. houses, though a bit more compact than what she was used to, and some small shops. a cart that sold noodles. ❝ you’re in vale. your memory jarred yet? ❞

[cutielibrary]

romantorches‌:

he jolted a bit, seeming taken aback by her bluntness. ❝ well, of course. that’s all i wanted, you know! we could have been done, like, hours ago. ❞

“It’s not my fault that you’re the one acting suspicious, you know?” she said as she took the cup from him before downing it in one gulp.

“It’s not too bad, ribbit,” she commented, handing the cup back to him.

[romantorches]

❝ i told you. ❞ he grinned, taking a dramatic bow. ❝ it’s not poisoned! ❞

he looked back up at her, smiling wildly. ❝ so, did it taste good? ❞

she felt fine...

[romantorches]

cutielibrary‌:

“If I drink the tea, will you shut up?” Tsu asked. If it was poisoned, she’d just spit it back up. Perks of having a frog quirk.

he jolted a bit, seeming taken aback by her bluntness. ❝ well, of course. that’s all i wanted, you know! we could have been done, like, hours ago. ❞

[romantorches]

"How in the hell did I get here...? Hey! Who are you? You from here?"

roman’s face scrunched up at the sudden, and very unfamiliar, voice.

his first idea was that little red had, somehow, sneaked inside his workshop. but, that wasn’t her voice. and the idea of that child saying - gasp - a naughty word was absolutely far-fetched.

with that, and curiosity in mind, he turned around.

❝uh, yeah. why are you interrogating me when you’re the one who showed up very uninvited to my workshop?❞

[romantorches]

devil-dmon‌:

“Except Busan isn’t fictional… And last time I checked, Vale is no capitol of the world… Each country has its own capitol. Did they not teach me the right stuff in school? Did I miss something or are you crazy?”  A slight look of frustration was beginning to mold onto her face among the disbelief and general awkwardness. 

roman raised an eyebrow, before letting out a light scoff. 

❝ come on. maybe if you see the outside it’ll fix your little problem. ❞ he grabbed a cane that was leaning on the table next to him, putting his weight on it as he began to swagger to the door to the stairs, looking as cool as he could make himself.  ❝ hurry up. ❞

[romantorches]

ooc:

just a reminder, if im replying from my home computer (not my school one), my jees [like, the letter, if you say it out loud; like whats missing in “throuh” for an example] may look a bit weird. because my jee key entirely popped off and i cant fix it! i still don’t know how it happened.

on replies themselves, or starters too i guess, i typically find a jee to copy/paste and it works out ok. but tags are the issue! you cant copy/paste in tags!!! so if its hard to read, its most likely just a missing jee or two.

[yes, i did copy/paste some here, just to make it easier to read!]

note: tumblr does this weird thing where, when you copy/paste something, it puts a space on both sides, even if you dont copy any spaces. is there any way to turn that off?

this has been a psa

[romantorches]

cutielibrary‌:

“But I didn’t ask if it was poisoned. It wasn’t even on my mind until you mentioned it,” she told him. “Also, what’s a semblance? Is that what they call quirks where you come from?”

Her tongue stuck out a bit.

❝ uh, yeah, i guess. quirk, semblance, whate- that’s not the point! ❞ he suddenly straightened up, mouth folding into a, frankly childish, pout.

❝ don’t get me sidetracked! i made this tea, and it’s not poisoned! isn’t that wonderful? ❞

[romantorches]

"How in the hell did I get here...? Hey! Who are you? You from here?"

roman’s face scrunched up at the sudden, and very unfamiliar, voice.

his first idea was that little red had, somehow, sneaked inside his workshop. but, that wasn’t her voice. and the idea of that child saying - gasp - a naughty word was absolutely far-fetched.

with that, and curiosity in mind, he turned around.

❝uh, yeah. why are you interrogating me when you’re the one who showed up very uninvited to my workshop?❞

[devil-dmon-blog]

“Dude, look. I’m sorry. I don’t even know how I got here,” Yuna answered, crossing her arms before taking a quick glance around. Workshop to this man was very different from what her type of workshop, but to each their own, she guessed.  The Korean woman sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can you just…tell me where I am so I can have an idea of how to get home to Busan?”

[romantorches]

❝ what the fuck is a busan? ❞ his face scrunched up as he waltzed over, head tilted in perplexity and mild, mild amusement. at least it was something out of the ordinary.

❝ we’re in vale. unfortunately. how, pray tell, did you not know that? ❞

[devil-dmon-blog]

“Busan is in Korea…” She said, her voice taking on a weird tone of disbelief. This man had to be crazy. “Where the hell is Vale? I’ve never heard of it… I was inside of my mech…and I was hit. Next thing I know, I’m heading towards the ocean and I blacked out.. Now I’m here.. Wherever Vale is..”

[romantorches]

❝ so let me get this straight. ❞ roman took a deep breath as he looked over, trying to identify anything abnormal. nothing was super crazy... but with the huntresses and hunters around, not much was.

❝ you were in a fictional place, in a mech, something hit you, and you woke up... in my workshop? in a place you’ve never heard of, but is like, the capitol of the world? ❞

[cutielibrary]

romantorches‌:

❝ whatever do you mean? ❞ he furrowed his brows, smirk squishing into the middle of his face to create a swirl of confusion, or maybe plastered confusion. one of the two.

❝ i just told you! it’s NOT poisoned! don’t you want some tea? it’s traditional! and still warm~! ❞ what was he even trying to accomplish?

“And who says that unprompted when they’re innocent?” she replied simply. Tsu looked from the tea he was holding and back to his face.

“Actually, I don’t know how poison would effect me anyways. I secrete toxic mucus, after all.” That might’ve confused both of them more. During this unusual conversation, she held her normal calm composure.

[romantorches]

❝ you discrete WHAT? ❞ his entire face seemed to light up in surprise and shock. ❝ that’s a semblance if i’ve ever fuckin’ heard one! ❞

he took a step back, still holding the tea perfectly straight up. ❝ and i said it unprompted because I AM innocent, and i didn’t want you to doubt me! ❞