Blow Out The Candles

Roman Torchwick. Genius. Conman. Villain.

[pyrrha-nikos-jnpr]

The Lost and Unlucky

[pyrrha-nikos-jnpr]

Pyrrha scowled at the man’s opening remark, sharing his slight irritation. But that distaste in his face seemed to fade as he studied her a bit more. She saw a glimmer of recognition in his eyes - did he know who she was? Could… he potentially help her? The way he carried himself made it seem as though he had very little care for the garbage under those freshly-polished shoes of his. "My name is Pyrrha Nikos, of Mistral…" she replied slowly as she took a cautious step away from him, "I’m no harlot… I’m afraid you have caught me at a bad time." She folded her arms across her chest, closing herself off to him, "I… woke up this morning, and I cannot recall anything else about me, or why I am here. I can tell I am not in Mistral any longer, but I haven’t the faintest idea as to what place I am in now. I suppose I’m just trying to get my bearings, and the crowds in the street were rather suffocating."

[theromantorch]

Pyrrha Nikos! There's the name he was looking for. Of course he recalled such a famous young huntress, a prodigy in her class. In all honesty, he felt a little humbled in her presence, but the stars in his eyes didn't blind him for too long.

"You are in the country of Vale, in the city of Vale," Roman told her, speaking slowly as the cogs turned in his head. "And I'm afraid that is very, very far from Mistral, young lady." Pyrrha Nikos had a bad case of amnesia and had no family or friends to take care of her - and here he was, owning her trust by simple default. How very interesting... and, if played right, the situation also had the possibility of being very profitable as well.

But first he needed to figure out how to play her.

"Come this way, madame," he said, making a sweeping gesture towards the door to the back-alley bar he was just leaving from. "It may be a little dim inside, but I can promise no crowds will bother you, and it'll be a nice, quiet place to figure out where we should put you." There was a warmth in his voice, as he was very sincere in his welcoming, and though his desires in the end were indeed quite dastardly, it couldn't be said that he had no concern or care for the wayward woman. If anything, he wanted this arrangement to be as mutually beneficial as possible. If "mutually beneficial" meant he came out on top.

[ozpin-the-great-and-powerful-de]

Ozpin stared up at the stage. It was a strange feeling, finally being at beacon. Almost exciting, and slightly nerve wracking. Ozpin glanced around. These were the students that he was going to be training with. He wondered what they were all like, and who he would be teamed up with. He looked to…

[twifairy]

orientation (closed)

Cinder’s gaze eventually began drifting around the room. The speech was extremely long and boring. How long was this going to take? It wasn’t long until nightfall, she was sure of it. She looked down at her hands, where her ring was, the only weapon she really had… She was nervous, since she wasn’t technically someone who had training or experience to attend Beacon. What if she failed? She looked away from her ring, to her left, only to see the other student looking at her. “Could you maybe stop staring?” She whispered, her eyes narrowed in what was almost a glare.

Great job making a good first impression, Cinder, people will definitely accept you now! She thought. She rolled her eyes and faced the stage again, listening to the Headmaster drone on.

[theromantorch]

Roman literally could not keep his focus on the speech. It was so long and boring and utterly unimportant to his stay here, and all he wanted to do was get to his dorms and sleep forever. Already he'd been disappointed upon hearing that they only got their dorms after forming into teams, and that didn't happen until tomorrow. So what was he going to do? Sleep on the floor? Ugh, it was going to be a long stay.

To help him pass the time while he waited for the speech to finish and the students to be loosed upon the campus, he pulled out a little cigarette and lit it up, taking a long drawl out of it. Sure, it was probably less-than-legal for a 17-year-old to be smoking, but who cared? He didn't care. His family, the Wicker estate, produced the best-quality tobacco products in the world, and as the heir to that prestigious estate, it'd be almost criminal to not enjoy all the benefits of his name.

Meanwhile to his immediate left, a couple of losers were chattering. Ugh. Freshmen.

[pyrrha-nikos-jnpr]

The Lost and Unlucky

Pyrrha couldn’t remember the last time she was so scared.

Well, to be honest, she couldn’t remember anything at all.

She wasn’t sure why she was in that labyrinth of an “Academy”, or even in what kingdom she was in. Everyone spoke the common language, which was a relief to her, but all she knew were the basics: her name was Pyrrha Nikos, she was seventeen years old, she knew two languages, and was born in Mistral. But trying to access any other information in her mind was like flipping through television channels and getting nothing but static.

Why were so many people here, in what she didn’t realize was Downtown Vale, staring at her? And how did so many of them know her name?

She ran as quickly as she could down the boulevard and cut into an alleyway as she tried to get a hold of her bearing. But as she did, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun about quickly, “W-What? Who are you?”

[theromantorch]

The had that startled her belonged to one Roman Torchwick, and though he was a "good person" by no stretch of the imagination, it could be easily argued that as far as first encounters went, there were far less favorable strangers to bump into. Though it's hard to see her counting her lucky stars, as she had very literally bumped into her - and Roman, unfortunately, was not fond of thoughtless pedestrians seeking to mess up his groove.

"Someone who has the courtesy to look where they're going," Roman answered, with the wrinkle of his nose and the curve of his frown showing his distaste for the stranger. Although, while he was sure he'd never met the girl before, there was something about her that was very familiar. That familiarity piqued his interest, and rather than shoving her aside like any other self-respecting criminal mastermind, he paused and studied her a bit.

"...And what's a young lady like you doing in a dark place like this, hmm? Don't suppose you're here on a housecall, are you?" (The insinuation may not have been clear to the poor amnesiac, but anyone else would be able to tell he was considering her a prostitute.) "No," he continued, rethinking the assumption, "you look far too rich and upper-class for that line of business. Who are you?

[theromantorch]

Arrives 3 months late with a Starbucks.

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Well don't you look familiar. The name's Roman Torchwick. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[theromantorch]

Let's have ourselves a long-overdue greeting post while I poke my head around here.

+ clubjunior

Junior, you're looking good as ever. Glad to have you around, it's been too long since we last had ourselves a chat.

[theromantorch]

Optimists are idiots and pessimists are boring.

[theromantorch]

Just popping in to say that I have a Kik for some reason. It's all a big blur to me. In any case, you'll find me at TheRomanTorch, if you care at all to look.

[16atbeacon]

On today’s episode of 16 at Beacon, we discover Cardin Winchester has gotten on someone’s bad side, and how Blake Belladonna is just a little bit creepy.

[theromantorch]

remember that time i said i'd do a thing well lookie here i did the thing

[theromantorch]

i got the BEST idea for an ask blog/comic series

Sixteen at Beacon (parody of sixteen and pregnant)

where its like a reality-show styled comic strip focusing on crdl, jnpr, rwby, glynda, ozpin, oobleck and port

one of the scenarios i just thought up was people all talking about cardin and all the rumors they heard about him, like "i heard cardin ate a piece of scrap metal once" "one time, i heard that he bit the throat out of a beowolf" "i heard he took on a pack of ursii barehanded"

and then cardins like "ahaha well yes these are all true, have you heard of my other exploits????"

and then blake sits in front of the camera like "i made up all those rumors myself. in order to create a false image of superiority that he's pressured to fit in to. obviously he has no way of actually living up to these expectations. its a form of psychological torture."

":)"

[ofthieveryandaddictions]

i wonder if there are any crab faunus

like you see someone who looks like a vaguely normal dude except one arm is significantly bigger than the other and has a pincer on the end

initially mistaken for wanking arm syndrome

[theromantorch]

ive never heard of a crab faunus the very idea is PREPOSTEROUS

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Well, since the last song was such a hit, I say I'll hand out another. Even though I've had these little pieces sitting in my iTunes for a while.

This is the song that plays after the iconic cliffside battle in episode 9, when we see the scheming Torchwick cooking up a nefarious plan to [?????]. All we know about his motives is that it's requiring a lot of pilfered Dust. Can't wait to find out more.

[theromantorch]

love your icon!

I love my icon too.

[theromantorch]

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I've isolated the lovely piano-violin duet in episode one that could easily be argued to be Roman's theme (seeing as how the same melody occurs in each encounter with him). It's just after the narration, when we first get a glimpse of Roman as he's walking down the terrorized streets of Downtown Vale.

As it's part of the score, it technically doesn't have a name. I took the liberty of calling it "Roman Candle."

[theromantorch]

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