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genessia2016-02-14 04:04 am
maybeitsmaybelline) wrote in genessia2016-02-14 04:04 am
Re-intro: Action/Video
Action
He's drowning.
His body jerks into action before his mind can catch up, limbs thrashing in search of something to hold onto, and suddenly he's falling. The bay's icy water hardly registers over the fire in his lungs, but he manages to push himself up on his hands and knees before the coughing sets in. It shakes his body and echoes off the walls, punctuated by desperate gasps for air before his breath catches again and he chokes up more of the thick black blood that fills his airways.
It's not until the fit passes that he realizes where he is and remembers what's happened.
The fight. Neo's gasp as she was ripped away from him. He can't remember Red's words but he remembers the blackout rage, remembers her cowering and the shocks that ran back up his cane when he hit her. The flapping of giant wings, sudden darkness, searing heat pressing against him from all sides.
She took Neo. She took Neo, and she killed him before he could do a damn thing about it. She took Neo and Neo would never know what happened, never find out that he didn't want to leave her. She took Neo and he was here alone, separated by worlds and the distance between life and death.
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[Roman is usually striking because of his dashing good looks and impeccable style, but last night robbed him of those so he's had to improvise. First prop: gore. Patches of black blood stain his white coat, splashes of fresh red pop against the unhealthy pallor of his skin. He's still not sure what Grimm are made of, but he's covered in their guts and he revels in it.
His second prop is the smoldering remains of Weiss' welcoming hologram beside him. It produces the occasional flash of a smile or garbled words, but most of it is lost to sparks and smoke.
He gives the camera a smile full of teeth.]
Hello again, Genessia. Did you miss me?
[It sounds like he's swallowed glass, but his voice is steady. He pauses to light a cigar from the hologram's embers.]
It's been a while, hasn't it? I've had some time to look at my life. Really think about the choices I've made, and you-- [Something in the hologram explodes. He waits for the noise to die down. The smile never falters.] You know what I've been missing? Focus. Try to do ten things at once and you'll half-ass all of them. So here's my resolution: pick one goal and see it through till the end.
[He leans in close to the camera, all wide eyes and bloodstained smile.]
I'll be seeing you around, Little Red.
[The video cuts off.]
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[That's as good a rationalization as any. Truth be told, he probably shouldn't have announced their presence, but he needed some outlet and that seemed the least destructive one at the time.]
If you want to be useful, go flag down a cab. I'm not exactly inconspicuous at the moment.
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[ At least that probably changed. Emerald's not too disappointed in that part. Wiping the smiles off of their faces was one of the things that helped motivate her. No one should be that happy when people like her never had the chance to be. ]
Want me to get you the number of a tailor while I'm at it? [ The remark had the bark of 'I'm not your servant' to it. ]
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Well, alternatively, you could spend the entire walk to Everglade trying to make every civilian think I'm not covered in blood. Or maybe you could let me look like a crime scene, then try to take on the guard right away when they bring us in for questioning! Oh, or you could abandon me and try to make it on your own, with no allies. I wonder if the Beacon brats still trust you enough to buy your charade after I rat you out?
[He scratches his chin in mock contemplation.]
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Just take your stupid jacket off and wash your face and hair.
[ You're in an area with a ton of water, Torchwick. Duh. She's going to go ahead and get them a taxi though, because he is right. Still, he could make an effort too. ]
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Good girl.
[He does set to work cleaning himself up as much as possible, though. Despite the temperature he also takes off his shirt and scarf to wash them. Everything is soaked through with Grimm gore and stomach acid anyway, so being sopping wet and chilled is still an improvement.
When rejoins Emerald, he looks ridiculous. The adrenaline and anger are wearing off and taking his energy with them. Without the ominous blood or his trademark coat, he's hardly a menacing character. His wet clingy clothes bring out his awkward, scraggly proportions, the dark colors highlight his pale skin, and when his hair is wet it hangs in a sad limp curtain over his right eye. He would be all sorts of ashamed if he could muster the fucks to give.]
Any luck?
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What is wrong with you!? It's freezing out there!
[ She's groaning so loudly right now as she gets up out of the water. ]
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You had some mud. Riiiight here. Hold on, you didn't get all of it.
[Just for kicks, he's reaching to scrub her cheek with his soggy sleeve like a particularly annoying mother.]
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It's one thing when you're only metaphorically slimy, Roman.