Roman x Crimson

Ōku Nomoji with Crïmsøn CrêscëntRøsē Scythê.
May 14 at 3:45pm ·
[~ Roman Torchwick ~]
[~C L O S E D R P~]
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The red-head was ready for the next stage in his plan. What was that, one might ask? It was simplistic in its nature, but excessively difficult to pull off, and those sentiments were this: Dust theft. Dust was the materials utilized to grant power to those that held it, Dust which was named after the material from whence forth life had sprung..
Using it for protection, however, wasn't exactly what Roman had in mind for it. He was stealing it, taking it as part of his own, and using it for a sinister plot that had been thought up by a dastardly woman known as Cinder Fall. And somehow /he/ had become the right hand man. Maybe it was due to his charm and his dashing good looks - more or less, it was the fact he was a professional, someone who knew exactly what it was that he was doing.. Even if it meant having to kill to retrieve it.
His plans had been run amok earlier in the year by a youth named Crimson Rose, a young man who seemed to have been there only due to circumstance. Wrong place at the wrong time. He had continued to foil plans as time continued to pass, and it was due to this that Roman was getting a huge hankering for handing him a smack down.
"I swear, if that little punk shows up to mess this up..." Roman mused to himself, using his cane - that was also a gun - to aim for a target in the shape of the young boy. "Well, let's just say we humans can be the worst."
The White Fang members in the carrier with him all laughed, the Neapolitan woman that stayed by Roman's side at all times reaching over to rub his shoulder fondly.
There was no need to say what else he was thinking; that boy would be dead.
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Crïmsøn CrêscëntRøsē Scythê
Crïmsøn CrêscëntRøsē Scythê On a rapidly darkening rooftop, a young hooded boy crouched, audible grumbling coming from his person.

"Stupid Weiss...sticking me with stakeout duty...they all get to go out...how come I don't get to go out?!" He said, almost angrily, before shaking his head and returning his focus to the shop across the street.

It had been a long while since Crimson had last put a stop to Roman Torchwick's plans, and he seemed to have gotten a knack for it. Thanks to Blake's recon with the White Fang, he had learned that Roman intended to yet again rob another Dust shop, stealing the precious material for his mysterious master. The group, ripe with the feelings of self-satisfaction and heroics, had decided to continue on their winning streak by putting a stop to Torchwick's plans - which meant they had to pull straws and the loser had to go look out for the villain while the rest did nothing.

Sliding down the wall, he reached into a pocket of his cloak, withdrawing a single chocolate chip cookie from his secret stash. Biting into it, he let out a happy sigh as he enjoyed the treat.

"Man, I hope he shows up soon...I mean I hope he doesn't....Or....Gah, I'm bored!" He said in a petulant voice, hugging his knees. He needed some action - soon.
Like · Reply · May 14 at 11:42pm
Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji "Everyone, get into your positions. You know what to do!" The order was given as he continued to walk around, a smile slowly starting to cross his features. Why was he still even working with someone like Cinder? That was the question everyone was asking him. In all honesty, the only persons who knew about the arrangement were himself and the woman that had came and turned his world upside down.

In reward for doing her dirty work, the menial work that she believed herself too good to do, he was making certain that a world where Neo could live peacefully was going to flourish. After all they had seen on the streets, there couldn't be anything worse than that; and with their 'friends' in power, it would only be easier for them.

Emerald eyes glint in the darkness as he walks over, Musical Cudgel swinging in the air as he does so. The air ship had finally landed, and it was time for him to go and have another fun little heist. After all, there was very little that a criminal loved doing besides illicit activities. A grin crosses his features as he sees the lonely Dust Shop. All alone, no visitors, and completely open.

Swaying his hips as he enters, he looked at the White Fang members that were following him. Ugh. What a bunch of stupid animals! Didn't they know better than to do this?

"I said. Get into your positions, not follow me like a pack leader!"
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Crïmsøn CrêscëntRøsē Scythê
Crïmsøn CrêscëntRøsē Scythê He had just begun to doze off with voices suddenly reached him, borne on the winds of the evening. Hastening to his feet, his silver eyes peered over the edge of the rooftop, blinking rapidly.

Torchwick had advanced into the shop, followed by a contingent of White Fang lackeys. Perfect.

Hopping onto the ledge, Crimson let his semblance run free as rose petals began to flow from his person. Engaging the case on his back, it only took a few moments for the weapon to transform, becoming a large high-powered rifle. He peered down the sights, aiming towards the shop. He didn't dare risk firing into the building - with all that Dust, who knows what would happen? He'd have to draw Torchwick out.

He adjusted his aim and let fly a single bullet, blowing a hole in the street in front of the shop.
Like · Reply · May 26 at 1:27am