Roman Torchwick / Romidia

   Roman wasn’t exactly pleased about being ordered around in his own office. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before he followed her out of the room and into the hallway. “You should be a little more appreciative.” He walked beside her, his cane tapping against the ground. 

“I’m sure my men are well equipped. As for my gear, I won’t need much. This is all I need.” He gestured with his free hand to the melodic cudgel that seemed to accompany him wherever he went. It was surprising that it wasn’t lost in the crash. 

❝ I HATE repeating myself, Torchwick, but I’ll do it this time. Like I said previously; live MY life for a day, and you’ll have the grounds to tell me what and how I should feel. ❞

Her voice drips with venom, though it’s then quickly gone as she continues walking, though when he gestures to the cane in his hand, her gaze shifts over to it. It’s doesn’t seem like much of a weapon…so why could he want to just use that and nothing else? Even she used multiple weapons when she truthfully could just use the CLAW on her left hand…even though she FEARS the usage of such a weapon more than anything else. Form turns towards him, gesturing to the weapon in question.

❝ Let me see it. I won’t take it or anything, I just want to understand what kind of firepower we have. I need to know any and all details on our equipment, so I can plan accordingly. ❞