#trchwik

She still wasn’t used to it. No, not the fact that Beacon had been assaulted by a fricking dragon or the fact that Pyrrha was dead. No, those were things she had come to terms with. What she hadn’t come to terms with was her new ally, or rather, the ally of Team RNJR. 

Roman Torchwick. You know, the guy who tried to put a bullet in her brain a few times. She didn’t hate the man, not like she hated Cinder. But it still felt weird. If anything, it was like Batman working alongside The Joker. He was someone who held her respect as an enemy, but an ally? Talk about a weird turn of events.

         ❛   YOU AGAIN ?   ❜

         visage twists into a look of irritation as her stance shifted  &  fell into something more defensive. gambol shroud beckons her touch, awaiting her decision. each encounter with this man had been anything but pleasant. her voice is sharp as she spoke once more, wariness dripping.   ❛   what do you want ?   ❜ 

[ ♛ ] ⚊ “Ow..!” He flinched, letting her replace the bandages around his wounds. Why did it have to hurt so damn much? Ah. Right. Adrenaline. He hissed, trying not to squirm so much in response to her movements. “So sorry that my pain tolerance varies!” He lowered his head, trying to tough it out like usual.

“Adrenaline ran out.. now it just hurts like hell.” Roman finally calmed, the bandages being wrapped around him tightly. “..next time I see that brat in the red hood, I’m beating her ten ways to Sunday.”

  ‘Manchild.’ She signed with one hand, giving the bandage a right hard pat for good measure. She gave him her best smug smirk before depositing the old wrap in a trashcan next to them. Kingpin or no some things never changed.

   [ ♛ ] ⚊ “No.” He let out a sigh, smoke escaping his lips from taking a long stress-filled drag from the cigar in his gloved hand. He scoffed a bit, tapping it while ash fluttered to the warehouse floor. “This is different.. Junior doesn’t have relations with a woman that wild..” Another inhale, eyes narrowed as he looked ahead of him, staring off into space.

“The fire in her eyes was more of a threat than anything I’ve ever seen.” Like a King Taijutu ready to strike. He scowled, crushing the cigar in his hand. This was pissing him off more than anything. Roman hated being outclassed. “..we’ll keep our heads low. For now, I can’t afford to lose this deal.”

    ‘Come on Roman. You’re making her sound more demon than human.’ Neo signed back with a slanted smirk. She couldn’t be that bad right..? But she had never seen him act like this before. Her confidant grin slowly dissipated. 

[ ♛ ] ⚊ Startled, he jumped to his feet. Damn it! How did this happen!? Roman struggled to get his coat on to get the hell out of there! “Let’s MOVE! Back up plan Alpha!” He moved behind her, shooting at the intruders with his cane as much as he could to let her prepare.

“Whoever let it slip is DEAD!”

  Neo huffed, holding Hush out as Roman sent return fire. Well this was just dandy...this was her favorite hideout! At his order she obeyed, causing them both to suddenly shatter like glass as another wave of bullets slammed into them.

The real them were now running overhead on the warehouse factory roof, it was apparent just the illusion alone has taken it’s toll from the pink glitch in her aura. She winced but kept up pace, trying not to seem tired.