And The Walls Came Tumbling Down

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Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 28 - 30
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Roman Torchwick | RWBY

[clockworktorch]

[Well this certainly is a dapper fellow currently making his way down the street. With the way he twirls that cane in his hand every now and then, you'd think he had it in mind that everything was right with the world. Of course it might be, if the tip of that cane wasn't having to move to the side to push back an orange Torchick that's eagerly hopping after him.]

No. Nope. Personal space, sweetheart.

[He says to the Pokemon, turning away with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. Fact of the matter is, it's very cold out, and the little Pokemon seems pretty convinced that not only is this her trainer but he's definitely got to be a good source of heat himself. How could he not be, with that hair? It's very orange, just like she is. So she continues to scurry after, until he nearly steps on her and has to stop entirely. He pulls the cigar that had been in his mouth from between his teeth so he can address her properly, tapping the ash off the end.]

Excuse me. Are you having fun down there?

[An excited chirp follows before the Torchick hops up onto his shoe, rubbing her head against his ankle.]

I regret nothing!

[nailed_it]

[Surprisingly, few feet away at the end of the street is another Torchic, apparently staring dead straight at the both of them. Now either all that time Roman spent with the White Fang is somehow paying off or something weird is going on here.

At least anyone looking closely at the second Torchic might notice it seems to only have eyes for the other fire chick pokemon currently nesting on Roman's shoe. And those eyes kinda look like they might have little hearts in them.

...

Uh oh.]

no regrets, only pokemon

[clockworktorch]

[Roman has half a mind to flick the little thing off of his shoe, and he's actually about to push her off with his cane again when he notices something in the distance.]

..Another one?

[He makes a face, prompting his Torchick to look up and see what the matter is. She blinks and tilts her head to the side with a soft chirp, talons hanging on to the toe of Roman's shoe.]

...Hey, look! Why don't you go play with....that?

[Roman says with a light tone, lifting his foot enough so the Pokemon will go rolling off.]

[nailed_it]

[The other torchic watches this exchange with a sort of lovestruck look. Hey, that shoe-rolling looks like fun! This must be some kind of ride right? He comes trotting on up to Torchwick and tries to seat himself on his other shoe. Maybe if he can do a cool flip when he gets rolled off, Roman's torchic will be all impressed.

This is a plan with no flaws whatsoever.]

[clockworktorch]

Hey!

[Roman exclaims, immediately kicking his foot a little to jostle the bird off.]

I'm trying to walk, here!

[Meanwhile, the other Torchic is standing just a foot or two away, watching this new one curiously. Those antics are pretty amusing, so she's just going to hop in place a little to show that.]

[nailed_it]

Did you just kick my bird?

[Well look who just came around the corner looking for her wayward pokemon.

Said pokemon which seems none the worse for that jostling even though he didn't quite stick his landing and sorta...fell on his face, oh well. He recovers quickly though, holding himself up with a puff of his feathers and a chirp as if to say he totally meant to do that. ...Totally.

Meanwhile, Yang just looks so happy to see you, Roman. Soooo happyyyyy.]

[clockworktorch]

[This is the face of someone who is thrilled. So thrilled.]

Actually, it got in the way of my foot. Where I'm trying to walk.

[Seriously, what do these birds have against progress?

Meanwhile, Roman's Torchick hops over to Yang's, chirping softly as if to ask if he's alright.]

[nailed_it]

[Meanwhile, Yang's Torchic seems to be enjoying the attention from Roman's. He's totally fine. Look how fine he is! It'll take much more than a slight unseating kick from a shoe to injure him, yep. ...Did he mention how fine he was?]

Zhu. Come back over here.

[Yang's words aren't harshly spoken, but that doesn't exactly sound like a gentle request either.

Her Torchic looks up at his name and the tone, seeming a bit scandalized. But he's having fuuuuun. Also he made a friend. Also he found a ride.

There's a pointed glance from Yang at her wayward Pokemon before she returns her gaze to Torchwick as if daring him to touch her partner again.]

[clockworktorch]

[Geeze, may as well have kicked you for that look you're giving him, Yang. It doesn't take Roman long to recover as he leans slightly on his cane, watching Yang with a slight smile masking his frustration with these little fire chickens.]

Can't get enough of me so you decide to follow me across worlds, huh?

[nailed_it]

Don't flatter yourself.

[Why is it the first person she recognizes from home ends up being this guy?]

Zhu. Over here now, please.

[That one's definitely an order, even if it's worded nicely. She could just recall her Pokemon but quite frankly she's not really digging the whole pokeball thing.

Zhu, her Torchic, gives her another "But mooooooom" look, before giving Roman's Torchic an apologetic and extremely wibbly look before slowly and dejectedly walking back over to Yang. Truly the most tragic of heroes.]

[clockworktorch]

[She watches him walk off with a tip of her head. Strange, her trainer hasn't given her a name...unless "get lost" was supposed to be it. Either way, maybe he just has to think of a good one.]

It's too late for that.

[He smiles, taking a slow drag from his cig and exhaling the smoke before saying anything else.]

I'm going to assume we can just call a temporary truce as long as we are here, unless the entire populous of Vale suddenly drops from the sky. Not that I'm opposed against fighting you but, ah. There are children present, you know.

[He says, like he cares.]

[nailed_it]

[She reaches down to pick Zhu up, placing the chick Pokemon on her shoulder under her curtain of blonde hair, not taking her eyes off Roman the entire time. His suggestion gives her cause to blink though, before her gaze slims again.]

Seriously? A truce?

[Actually, given the people here seems to have something against bullets, guns, and fighting with anything other than adorable animals that's probably a smart move. She could still deck Roman a good one without her gauntlets but she's not sure he's worth getting into trouble with the local authorities over. Especially since he's cut off from all his henchmen here.

She crosses her arms.]

Alright. You keep out of trouble here and we won't have a problem.

[That's totally how truces work, right?

From Yang's shoulder, Zhu is still trying to get the attention of Roman's torchic, fluffing his feathers and hopping about his perch. With this "truce" thing, maybe their trainers will let them hang out together?]

[clockworktorch]

I'm a man of my word.

[He says smoothly with a grin that still hasn't left, his cigar held carefully between his fingers. Meanwhile, his poor Torchick is left on the ground to her own devices, watching Zhu sadly. That would be nice, if she could even get her trainer's attention...]

I'm more interested in observing than I am making a scene here, anyway. Seems like others are doing a good enough job of that without me intervening.

[evilfrenzy]

Looks like you've got a real annoying fan there. I know that situation all too well.

[Says some random but also dapper guy with a Zangoose following him on all fours. The man's watching the Torchic with mild amusement.]

You know, there are plenty of simple ways to get rid of a pesky Pokemon if you'd like me to show you.

[He's going to guess the other man is new here, judging by how he's reacting to the Torchic. Actually...he's not even sure why he's bothered to stop and offer advice, but this guy seems classy enough. Maybe that's the reason.]

[clockworktorch]

[The voice causes Roman to turn his head, just long enough for the Torchic to get comfortable and settle down where she is, apparently content to nest there atop his shoe like that. He raises a brow at the Zangoose because wow paint that black and it'd be a Grimm but doesn't comment on it as he turns his attention to the man addressing him.]

Oh, I know of a very simple way, but judging by how much you people seem to dote on your pets, it might get me arrested.

[And as much as he cares very little about the prospect of such, he would prefer not to spend some time in jail in unfamiliar territory.]

[evilfrenzy]

Well, you're not wrong about that.

[Rideaux glances down at his Zangoose with a smirk as if he's supposed to be implying that he actually dotes on his Pokemon, but the Zangoose isn't buying it. It just stares blankly right back at its trainer.

Okay, enough of that.]

But we also really enjoy having them battle each other, so it's a very fine line we tread on.

[He flicks his wrist, signaling for the Zangoose to stand upright and show its claws.]

If that's just a wild Pokemon, I doubt anyone would bat an eyelash if I had Slasher here battle it for a little experience.

[clockworktorch]

[The Torchick blinks at the Zangoose before promptly letting out a soft peep of fright, hopping off of Roman's leg only so she can dart around it and hide behind his ankle. No amount of nudging with that cane of his is going to get her to move, either.]

If that's the case, I know what people say about animal magnetism, but this is ridiculous.

[At that, the little bird huffs and looks up at Roman with her feathers fluffing out indignantly. Excuse you, she is not wild, thanks.]

But...hang on, back up a bit there. You battle them?

[evilfrenzy]

I'm sorry, does that really need to be elaborated on? Because it sounds perfectly clear to me.

[He smirks, motioning to Slasher, who is now in a battle stance.]

Not personally of course, [he's a huge liar] but we pit these monsters against each other using the strategies teach them, to see who comes out on top. This world practically thrives on this concept.

[clockworktorch]

[...wow.

He glances slowly down at the Torchick still at his feet, his gaze narrowing a bit.]

So why did I end up with this tiny thing? That's hardly fair.

[Suddenly interested, apparently, though he really doesn't plan on indulging in dog fights or whatever these people do. ...but still, how is that even fair.]

[evilfrenzy]

[All he can do is offer a shrug.]

How should I know? No one gets to decide what they start off with.

But you know, it does resemble you a little.

[Whether that's a compliment or not, well...probably not. It's just the flaming orange hair, man.]

[clockworktorch]

[That prompts Roman to glance down at the bird, who was already watching him and lets out a little peep in greeting when his gaze meets hers for the first time in a while. He sighs through his nose, pushing her back again slightly with the end of his cane when she tries to get up close to his ankle.]

The powers that be were kind enough to give me something to compliment my outfit, at least.

[And there a slight smirk appears as he brushes off the weirdness of it all with a laugh under his breath, shaking his head as he looks back up at the stranger.]

I'm assuming you've been here for a while, then?

[evilfrenzy]

[Yeah...Rideaux will give this guy that fact, it matches a little bit. But that doesn't mean Slasher clashes with his own outfit!!

He crosses his arms, glancing down at his Zangoose to lower his claws for the time being. Guess that battle's not going to happen then...? Well that's boring.]

Around three months. Not much compared to some others here, but enough to know the gist of things by now.

[clockworktorch]

[Well it wouldn't last very long, namely because Roman would have no idea what the heck he was doing. Clearly, that should make him an even better candidate for possible battling.]

Alright. So, place has monsters, populace takes the monsters and fights with them for sport. Is that about it?

[evilfrenzy]

[Royally trouncing someone can be just as fun as an even battle! At least, in Rideaux's opinion.]

That's the basic idea, yes, but that's not all they do with the monsters. They also breed them for sport. You can enjoy the experience of purchasing an egg and having a cat hatch from it. How lucky, right?

[clockworktorch]

....Deeear Lord as if this place couldn't get better.

[He laughs, kicking one foot out as he leans his weight on his cane, keeping his one visible eye focused on Rideaux.]

You know, this isn't something I'd ever thought I'd be saying, but I would really love to see that.