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Roman Torchwick
The White Fang base was crawling with Faunus and machinery alike. The new mechs emblazoned with the organization's sigil towered among them all; Torchwick still found himself bristling. Near them were crates of fresh dust, raided from dust shops and Schnee warehouses. Most of which were acquired by his hard work. He snorted to himself. He was waiting for Cinder Fall, whom he reluctantly referred to as his superior, for their scheduled meeting. He knew he would have to make the next dust shop raid soon. As if on cue, the aircraft that would bring Cinder to him could be heard outside the building. Within moments, Adam Taurus escorted her in the building. The Faunus leader quickly left before Cinder started to speak. "Nice to see you on time, Roman." she smirked in his direction and he could feel the bile rise in his throat, his entire body cringing at the sound of his first name on her tongue. Dust, he just wanted to get this over with.
"I'm always on time," he replied, reaching into his coat to pull out a cigar and light it. "I brought in the shipment of dust, as you requested." He nearly snarled the last part, glancing through his peripheral towards Neo. He couldn't have pulled off the operation without the mute girl's help, though he would never admit that aloud. At least not to Cinder, lest she find him incompetent.
"Good," Cinder said, with a sarcastic amount of praise, "Then you'll have no trouble with another. We need all the dust we can manage if we are to pull this operation off." Her hands went to her hips and her lips twitched at the snarl Torchwick released.
"More? You want more dust?" He brought a gloved hand between his eyes. He had nearly gotten his ass kicked the last time.
Damn her. That Red.
"Yes, that is what I said." The raven-haired woman snorted, lifting a palm to her face to feign nonchalantly inspecting her nails. Roman clenched his teeth- an action that caused him to bite into his cigar, seething.
"Why don't you have your useless lackeys, Emerald and Mercury do it for you?" he spat, just barely catching the cigar as it almost tumbled from his lips. Cinder's eyes flashed with fury and Torchwick felt himself recoil, taking a step back as she advanced. "Because, Roman, unlike you they seem to competent enough to rise above the ranks of a simple errand boy." she spat back with just as much ire, getting right into his face. Torchwick glanced toward Neo, more so out of habit- the fear he would require assistance. "You have yet to prove you can be of any use to me beyond that. You should stick to what you're good at," she followed Torchwick's gaze to settle on the peculiarly silent girl beside him, "And drag your pet with you."
