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genessia2016-03-30 11:57 pm
maybeitsmaybelline) wrote in genessia2016-03-30 11:57 pm
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Action | Closed to Weiss
Who: Roman Torchwick and Weiss Schnee
Where: Schnee Company HQ
When: 3/31
What: Weiss negotiates with terrorists.
Warnings: Probably some cursing and mentions/threats of violence and suicide. Roman being a douchenozzle.
It's a good thing that Roman is a gambling man; a more sensible criminal would never take this kind of bet. Even for Roman, it took several weeks of consideration and preparation before he made up his mind. He was effectively blocked out of half of Genessia and a sizeable chunk of business, on threat of permanent imprisonment and torture. He'd thought that things would change when Neo arrived, and to a point, they did. He felt more like himself again and it was good to have someone to bounce ideas off. But all the ambition and creativity was useless when all this scrutiny put him under such serious restrictions. He didn't feel free anymore, and if there's one thing Roman Torchwick doesn't tolerate, it's a lack of freedom.
Admittedly it had taken a smoke and a touch of whiskey before he built up the nerve-- his failsafe plan scared the hell out of him-- but once he crossed the threshold of the Schnee Company headquarters, his anxieties melted away into the larger than life showmanship of Roman Torchwick, King of Vale's Underworld.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!" His voice was loud in the sudden silence of the lobby. "As of now, I have an appointment with Weiss Schnee. So..." He spread his arms wide, palms up, in a gesture that suggested a shrug while also showing he was unarmed. "Who wants to take me to your leader?"
Where: Schnee Company HQ
When: 3/31
What: Weiss negotiates with terrorists.
Warnings: Probably some cursing and mentions/threats of violence and suicide. Roman being a douchenozzle.
It's a good thing that Roman is a gambling man; a more sensible criminal would never take this kind of bet. Even for Roman, it took several weeks of consideration and preparation before he made up his mind. He was effectively blocked out of half of Genessia and a sizeable chunk of business, on threat of permanent imprisonment and torture. He'd thought that things would change when Neo arrived, and to a point, they did. He felt more like himself again and it was good to have someone to bounce ideas off. But all the ambition and creativity was useless when all this scrutiny put him under such serious restrictions. He didn't feel free anymore, and if there's one thing Roman Torchwick doesn't tolerate, it's a lack of freedom.
Admittedly it had taken a smoke and a touch of whiskey before he built up the nerve-- his failsafe plan scared the hell out of him-- but once he crossed the threshold of the Schnee Company headquarters, his anxieties melted away into the larger than life showmanship of Roman Torchwick, King of Vale's Underworld.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!" His voice was loud in the sudden silence of the lobby. "As of now, I have an appointment with Weiss Schnee. So..." He spread his arms wide, palms up, in a gesture that suggested a shrug while also showing he was unarmed. "Who wants to take me to your leader?"
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Unfortunately, not knowing your enemies were enemies the last time they were active made things rather... difficult. Weiss wasn't exactly keen on spilling the beans to Roman, either, but she did believe that he truly wanted out from underneath Cinder's thumb.
"You haven't noticed the massive guard in front of the Beacon Academy subarchway yet? It's been there for a while, considering that Emerald was right about what Ozpin had in the basement even if her presentation was heavily bias toward the story she wanted to tell. That massive power Cinder has? That's from her. So I assume at some point she'll be going to see if she can feed off of the replica in the subarchway, or whatever it is she does."
Cinder is clearly a power-sucking demon witch of some kind.
"Except I'm the one who opened that subarchway, so I'm the only one who can close it."
The rest is more specific, placing specific people in specific locations, sedating her- things that Weiss isn't exactly keen on sharing. But Roman should be able to figure out what she means to do based on that much, at least enough that she doesn't have to tell him all parts of the plan.
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He was silent for a minute as he turned the plan over in his head. Much as he hated to give Weiss credit, it was pretty clever. She'll be sacrificing all those lovely security guards at the gate when Cinder came through, of course, but he could respect that sort of ruthlessness. If she slacked off and made it easy then Cinder would know something was up. Just one detail...
"And what happens when you close a subarchway with someone inside?"
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"If they don't get out before it's gone, they die."
That part she was less comfortable with, but given how Genessia worked.. well, dying wasn't exactly the end-all option. Weiss held out her hand in a rolling motion, the so-on-and-so-forth gesture.
"Unless Genessia changes it's rules for no reason, it's just a matter of making sure we find her before she wakes up. Zero confrontation. She won't even know who was involved besides me unless they want some of the credit, which I'll happily give or omit."
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Well, that was about as bad as he'd imagined. It was generous of the Powers That Be to let them revive in Genessia. Granted, he'd be a lot more impressed if that generosity was benefiting someone other than Cinder...
He absently reached for where his smokes would be if he still had his coat, then made an irritated noise when they weren't there. How was he supposed to hatch a plan without a ritual cigar? He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at Weiss.
"So, I'll make sure she gets into the archway at the right time, and make sure you know exactly when it happens. Is that satisfactory?"
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Weiss felt a small victory at him not having his cigars. She wasn't going to have her office smelling like him for the next 48 hours, no thank you. Weiss stepped away from the desk, looking through a drawer for a notepad. She wanted to make sure they got everything they discussed here in writing, signed. Pulling a pen out of her desk, she scribbled something down and then looked back to Torchwick.
"Is that it? I've still got plenty of things you might want. When you first got here, you said I couldn't afford to make a deal with you, but I didn't know what I wanted yet. I do now and since you don't strike me as the type go cooperate for free like Mercury, I need to know what you want so I can decide how much it's worth to me."
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"See? I knew we could work together. We already know each other so well."
Now that he'd got his foot in the door, he may as well make himself at home. He flops into a chair, reclining as far as it will go, and puts his feet up on her desk.
"I want a full pardon for Neo and I. Charges cleared, penalties on our associates removed, and the ability to travel freely. We'll also collect a consulting fee, though we'll give you a discount considering the situation."
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That's at least a starting point for talking. She's willing to at least try to compromise, but she wants to see exactly what he thinks he's going to be doing. As for the fee, they'll worry about that in a moment. If throwing money at a problem can solve it, then it's not a problem unless you don't have money. So she'll worry about that later.
Weiss moves over to the desk as well, though she grabs a tissue to put over her hand while she shoves his feet off of her desk.
"Keep your feet on the ground or this conversation is over."
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He chuckled, but complied with her request. He knew when to antagonize and when to cooperate.
"You can't seriously expect me to risk my skin just for temporary freedom in one measly city though, can you?"
He leaned forwards, propping his elbows up on the desk and holding her in a steady gaze.
"You're asking me to give up my career and my life's work, Ms. Schnee. That's to say nothing of what would happen if Cinder caught me, and let me tell you, it would be a pleasure to die and stay dead if that happened. I understand that you look down on my kind of business, but I'm sure we can come to a compromise.
How about this: I leave you and your household alone, and you make sure I don't end up in prison."
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The alternative statement was easily that if she didn't cooperate he'd go after them. Weiss was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them.
"How about I let you continue your.. business, provided that you avoid all violent and traumatic crimes? If you happen to make unlawful business dealings or get your wares from the black market, I'll look the other way, but if you make a big fuss about it or have witnesses who want to be heard, I can't just let you do as you please. I'll also provide protection against Cinder and if you happen to have someone who's in your way who's done anything illegal, just let me know and I can make the problem go away while making myself look good for catching other criminals."
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"Define 'violent and traumatic', Miss Schnee."
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Weiss took a deep breath, pausing for a moment to calm her voice. She'd gotten a little shaky again. Weiss roughly throws the tissue she'd touched his boot with away and sits down slowly, her eyes closing as she collects her composure, reopening when she speaks more calmly. "That's violent and traumatic. Don't mug anyone, no assault- normal or sexual. No sex crimes whatsoever. If you create a gang and they commit any violent or traumatic crimes on your orders, it still counts. Do you understand or do I need to continue?"