Villian! Vi Open starter

“First, leave town with what money you have. Atlas is beautiful this time of year and there are plenty of direct flights.” he slammed back his drink and put the glass on the table. “Second, continue on your own and hope that when it comes down to it you survive long enough to deal with what happens. Third, come work for me, not just doing jobs but as my left hand,” he smiled gently and glanced behind her at a disguised Neo. “My right is already taken, but its still a hand.”

Vi closed her eyes, tilting her head as she hummed in thought.

“I suppose working for you wouldnt be so bad. Keeps me protected. Fine, we have a deal boss~” she cooed, opening her eyes to glance at Roman though her lashes with a smirk

That brought a smile to Roman’s face as he waved Neo to return back to base. If she had said no, or said she would leave Neo would have killed her and let Junior dump the body. But he was willing to give the benefit of a doubt to his fellow criminal. Besides she really was too pretty to waste. “So then, a drink to our success?” he waved to the still waiting drink.

Villian! Vi Open starter

“First, leave town with what money you have. Atlas is beautiful this time of year and there are plenty of direct flights.” he slammed back his drink and put the glass on the table. “Second, continue on your own and hope that when it comes down to it you survive long enough to deal with what happens. Third, come work for me, not just doing jobs but as my left hand,” he smiled gently and glanced behind her at a disguised Neo. “My right is already taken, but its still a hand.”

Villian! Vi Open starter

The young woman walked into the club, dust crate in hand and a wide, sly grin across her pink lips. She waltzed to the bar, placing down the crate and pushing it to the bar tender who took it, and handed her a large sum of money. She walked away, calling back to the man. 

“If you ever need more… “business”, tell Junior to give me a call, ‘kay~?” she chimed, seating herself at an empty table and surveying the room.   

(I doodled villian vi for this too lmao)

Roman was never one for the club scene, rather he enjoyed a fine evening with a glass of wine and the company of a beautiful young woman, but sometimes business called away to deal with things he would rather not have. Recruitment into his own endeavors was rarely something he dealt with, but he had Junior keeping an eye on this particular person for quite some time.

“Well a beautiful woman like you sitting all by herself,” Roman helped himself to a seat at the table with the woman, his usual charming smile playing about his lips. “An honest shame.”

“Ah yes, Roman Torchwick. Vale’s crime kingpin with an affinity for any pretty thing in a skirt~ A pleasure to finally meet you~” she chimed slyly, eyes scanning the man. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Lots of little birds singing little songs about a new girl making her name in town, everyone says she is the ‘next Torchwick’. Now I don’t much like the idea of being replaced by anyone. So I came to give you some options,” a server came over and placed down two drinks. “But, first a drink,” he lifted up his own glass.

Villian! Vi Open starter

The young woman walked into the club, dust crate in hand and a wide, sly grin across her pink lips. She waltzed to the bar, placing down the crate and pushing it to the bar tender who took it, and handed her a large sum of money. She walked away, calling back to the man. 

“If you ever need more… “business”, tell Junior to give me a call, ‘kay~?” she chimed, seating herself at an empty table and surveying the room.   

(I doodled villian vi for this too lmao)

Roman was never one for the club scene, rather he enjoyed a fine evening with a glass of wine and the company of a beautiful young woman, but sometimes business called away to deal with things he would rather not have. Recruitment into his own endeavors was rarely something he dealt with, but he had Junior keeping an eye on this particular person for quite some time.

“Well a beautiful woman like you sitting all by herself,” Roman helped himself to a seat at the table with the woman, his usual charming smile playing about his lips. “An honest shame.”

“Why is everyone fighting? It’s Fluff Friday!”

“I know, bunch of animals the lot of them,” he paused for a moment and looked at Blake. “I mean…ah hell doesn’t make a bit of difference.”

“This. This is part of why everyone is fighting.”

“Hey come on now kitty cat, if I realized the only thing I needed to do to start a riot was insult a ship we would already rule the world by now.” 

“Why is everyone fighting? It’s Fluff Friday!”

“I know, bunch of animals the lot of them,” he paused for a moment and looked at Blake. “I mean...ah hell doesn’t make a bit of difference.”

“Can you quiet down with the noise?” a small voice calls out, obviously wracked with pain. The man is covered in gauze and seems to be lacking for an arm, with the wrappings also going over his left eye. Despite his weak voice and damaged appearances its obvious just who has sought out Neo. “I swear, finding anything in this city nowadays is imposs-” he stumbles forward only to fall heavily on the floor.

She knew that voice. But it couldn’t be true.

Could it?

Indeed, it seemed the elusive conman had returned to her. It seemed it always paid to bet against the odds with this man. She hurried to her partner’s side, attempting to help him up. He looked in poor shape. He needed a doctor. That was the priority.

“Oh don’t look at me like that,” he pushed her back with his good arm and got to his feet with a bit of effort, drawing a few heavy breaths. “I didn’t pull myself out of a Grimm’s stomach just to…” pain shuddered through his body. “Do we still have those pain meds from last month?” he looked around for a moment. “And a spare hat.”

Almost dying was nothing new for Roman, it just normally didn’t leave so many scars on him. “Lost my favorite lighter, my favorite cane, and my hat. This day just can’t get better.”

And not even a “hello”? Or a “thank you”? And people wondered why she didn’t show affection often. If it were anyone else, she likely would’ve tripped them on the spot and left them to their own devices. But this was her partner in crime. Her one-and-only. So she’d make an exception here.

Neo diligently retrieved the medication as requested. Hopefully, he would be more agreeable when he was comfortable. The hat, unfortunately, she was unable to locate. His head would remain unadorned for the time being.

Roman took the meds and looked at the child proof cap for a moment, feeling the phantom pain in his missing arm before simply throwing it to the ground with a primal yell. “Damn it!” he brought his foot down on the pill bottle again and again as a few tears spill down his good eye. When he had finished his tantrum his body seemed limp and lifeless. 

“Whats the point,” he sank down to the ground and took a seat, looking up at Neo with dead eyes. The burning ambition and grit that had pulled him through so much was simply no longer there. “Heh, I wouldn’t blame you if you laughed, I must look pathetic.” he chuckled humorously and shook his head.

“Can you quiet down with the noise?” a small voice calls out, obviously wracked with pain. The man is covered in gauze and seems to be lacking for an arm, with the wrappings also going over his left eye. Despite his weak voice and damaged appearances its obvious just who has sought out Neo. “I swear, finding anything in this city nowadays is imposs-” he stumbles forward only to fall heavily on the floor.

She knew that voice. But it couldn’t be true.

Could it?

Indeed, it seemed the elusive conman had returned to her. It seemed it always paid to bet against the odds with this man. She hurried to her partner’s side, attempting to help him up. He looked in poor shape. He needed a doctor. That was the priority.

“Oh don’t look at me like that,” he pushed her back with his good arm and got to his feet with a bit of effort, drawing a few heavy breaths. “I didn’t pull myself out of a Grimm’s stomach just to...” pain shuddered through his body. “Do we still have those pain meds from last month?” he looked around for a moment. “And a spare hat.”

Almost dying was nothing new for Roman, it just normally didn’t leave so many scars on him. “Lost my favorite lighter, my favorite cane, and my hat. This day just can’t get better.”

“Can you quiet down with the noise?” a small voice calls out, obviously wracked with pain. The man is covered in gauze and seems to be lacking for an arm, with the wrappings also going over his left eye. Despite his weak voice and damaged appearances its obvious just who has sought out Neo. “I swear, finding anything in this city nowadays is imposs-” he stumbles forward only to fall heavily on the floor.

“Why does everyone have to say sex is so important? Why does physical contact have to be one of the only ways people think you care about them?”

“People experience the world physically, meaning that physical things to most are more valuable then the unseen.” Roman gave a small shrug. “That and the idea of leaving yourself so bare that a knife could go into your gut before you could blink is a level of trust that most can’t gain just be giving a few secrets. If you devalue all physical things then sex would likely become vastly unimportant.” 

kingofvalesunderworld:

“Aren’t you that one criminal guy? Couldn’t I turn you into the police for a reward?”

“Please, as if the incompetent police force could actually lay a finger one me,” He spun his cane around and slammed the bottom of it into the ground. “I am a finer class of criminal.”

“…So…I need someone to hang out with.”

“Well it is the duty of a gentlemen such as myself to make sure that a woman’s request never goes unanswered.” Roman smiled and tipped his hat.

kingofvalesunderworld:

“I will locate children with ice cream and promptly knock it from their hands. Would you like to take the bag of Lien?” she held the bag out to him, blinking slowly.

He thought about it for a moment and shook his head. "Wasn't an honest theft worthy of me. Keep it for yourself and do whatever tin cans do for fun once you go back to you. And if you ever want to be an agent under your own power just ask around. I will find you fast enough."

kingofvalesunderworld:

“I can lift up to five tons, though reaching my maximum weight limit could prove harmful to me. If you are planning on having me lift heavy things, I suggest you give me ample time to look up the weight of said things. That way, I do not run the risk of damaging myself before you have the opportunity to get what you are after.”

"Hm," he thought for a moment and shook his head. "You know, muscle isn't bad but in the end it isn't all that fun to have a winning hand. Go knock ice cream out of kids hands for our remaining time," he could get a chuckle out of that, but using her like she was would only end badly. There was a reason he hired people and didn't just get stolen Atlas bots.

For every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

kingofvalesunderworld:

“At the moment of your claiming me, the time of our arrangement was at 24 hours.” Carolina blinked at him a few times, “I do not use motor oil either, I run on dust batteries.” she tilted her head at him before looking down at the bag. “We will require a larger bag to hold all of the money in.”

Well twenty four hours could still leave room for quite a bit of chaos. But that did leave room for a question. When she reverted exactly how 'loyal' would she be to her former master? "About how strong are you tinny?"