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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He's dreaming. He has to be.

But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.

Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.

And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]

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I lied you're getting him now

[clockworktorch]

[Well, finally something interesting. While Valmont is busy blowing up things and looting, he'll have an onlooker quietly watching the proceedings with a smirk playing on his lips. At his feet stands a very fluffy Torchick with her wings spread out in front of him, as if she thinks that will protect him from danger.

He leans heavily on a smooth, white cane, his one visible eye focused on Valmont.]

You sure know how to have fun.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Hm?

[ Valmont turns his head at the sudden voice, pausing in his rampage for a moment. He doesn't recognize this man, but he appreciates his taste in canes. ]

Ah, I'm glad you approve. I'm quite enjoying this new hobby, myself. [ He waves a hand at the destruction he's caused so far. This happens to be the hand with the dragon talisman in it, which means that he's causing even more destruction by doing so. ] I'd invite you to join me, but I'm afraid I'm not much for sharing.

[ Understatement. ]

[clockworktorch]

Well, you see, I'm no stranger to this type of fun.

[Seeing as he just recently blew up a dust shop to do a little burglaring of his own.]

But please, don't let me stop you. I'm just here to enjoy the show.

[You see, some people are capable of civil conversation as opposed to going "hey, let's fight the guy with lazer eyes"]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Some people are smart. ]

Highly sensible of you. [ He returns to his work, sending another building up in flames. ] I'm glad to see someone else has proper appreciation for a little destruction. You would not believe how many people have tried to fight me today - most with their own ridiculous powers, no less. [ Honestly, it's like a guy can't carry out an insane rampage in peace anymore. ]

[clockworktorch]

Some people just want to be the hero.

[He replies, using the end of his cane to nudge the Torchick out from under his feet for possibly the hundredth time today.]

Personally, I think that sort of thing is overrated. What defines a hero anyway? Your actions? A mentality?

I think it's rather heroic of you to be redecorating this shoddy town like you are, for example.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He scoffs. ] Heroes. So boring. Please don't lump me in with that lot of do-gooders. Where's the profit in doing the right thing, I ask you?

[ And yet they always do seem to get in his way. Bloody hero types. Bloody Chan, more to the point. It takes him a moment to realize that he's burning a particularly savage hole in the ground. Thinking about Chan will do that. ]

[clockworktorch]

Relaax, just a joke. Nothing more villainous than destroying public property.

[Something about seeing Valmont continue to burn things like that gets the urge to smoke going, so in the pause that follows the man reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket to get a cigar and a lighter, sticking it between his teeth before lifting a hand and cupping it around the flame of the lighter to get it lit.

While all that is taking place, he talks around the cigar in his mouth, his gaze shifting from the cigar, to the burning buildings, to Valmont, and back again.]

To whom do I owe the pleasure of this ballistic display, by the way?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Thank you.

[ He didn't build up an entire international criminal empire just to hear himself be called a hero, after all. ]

It's Valmont. Must you smoke? [ Belatedly: ] Er, and your name, then?

[clockworktorch]

[Roman elects to ignore the quip about his smoking for the moment, puffing a few times on the cigar once it's lit before pulling it from his mouth.]

Nasty habit, I know.

Roman Torchwick, at your service.