Just pop in. Literally.

If you want to make a statement, subtlety wasn't going to cut it. Deep end it is, you silently blink into existence inside the saferoom, strategically placing yourself behind their backs. Currently they were seated on his bed while she dressed his wounds. Smirk on your face, you lean against the wall with your arms crossed and speak with your best impression of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Hello there."

They both jump in alarm and round on you, though Torchwick does so with more difficulty. He's stripped from the waist up, abdomen wrapped in bloody bandages, and his face is pale with a deathly pallor. Sweat mats his brow as each breath comes with a shuddering gasp. It appeared that your little sneak attack had done more damage than you thought. You make a mental note to adjust the power output in your blasters when you returned to Beacon then turn your attention to the woman standing protectively in front of him; the lovely Neopolitan.

Her expression is hard and unyielding, rightfully treating you as a threat to her well-being and her boss. Her stance is low and her ever present umbrella is clenched in her rear hand, her entire body coiled and ready to strike at a moment's notice. You hold up your hands in surrender.

"Don't mind me. I'm just checking in on my handiwork," you say as you gesture to Roman's torn and burnt abdomen.

He makes a grunt of discomfort.

"You're not the best with first impressions are you, kiddo?" he snarks. "Shooting someone in the gut isn't exactly the nicest way to make friends."

"True, but you were about to blow the cover of another friend of mine so it seemed like the most appropriate option."

"Lucky me, you know how to show restraint. Now, remind me again why I shouldn't have Neo here run you through like a pincushion."

The little femme fatale inches closer to you, restrained only by her bosses' lack of command as a deadly smirk graces her lips.

"Well for one, I wouldn't want to hurt such a lovely woman. She would fail and you would die anyway. As I understand it, you're a man who favors survival over suicide. More importantly however, I'm here to offer the both of you a way off the losing team, namely your employment to Cinder Fall."

Neo looks back to her employer uncertainly who's only change in expression was a narrowing of his eyes. You give the man credit for maintaining his composure as any lesser thug would balk or outright deny the validity of your knowledge.

"Alright then, you have my attention," he complies though you can hear the doubt in his voice.

"Good, I'm glad you can see reason," you say with a smile. "First of all, answer me these questions; why side with Cinder in the first place? What did she offer you to gain your cooperation?"

Roman snorts at your question, fixing you with a placating smirk.

"You have no idea what kind of beasts you'll be pissing off, do you kid?"

"Enlighten me," you flippantly reply. "And do call me by my name; Michael. A child couldn't hope to play with the cards I hold."

"I'm not sure if I should be impressed or amused at your confidence, but sure. I'll play along, Michael. To put things simply, it's not about what I have to gain but that I can't afford to lose."

He gives a sidelong glance towards Neo as he speaks, a glance that goes unnoticed by the ice cream themed girl. It seemed the self-proclaimed professional crook had a heart after all.

"Lie, cheat, steal, and survive; that's what I'm good at," Roman continues. "If I want to keep being good at it, then it's pretty clear which side I need to be on. Cinder only sweetened the deal by paying me to cause some mayhem and being a general pain in the ass of the Valian Government."

"What if I doubled that already considerable fee to walk away from her plan?"

He chuckles at your suggestion.

"Assuming you actually had the Lien to cover such a price tag, I'm afraid such a thing just isn't possible. People who cross Cinder and her posse end up dead, and like I've expressed to you already I'm quite the fan of living."

"Funny how you mention that since money is hardly an issue for me."

You snap your fingers and out of thin air appears a large and heavy black briefcase. It hits the floor with a loud thump as Roman and Neo look on in disbelief.

"Feel free to count since I have all evening," you add, gesturing to the case.

While they move to confirm your offer, you decide to reach out to your faithful lover.

"Are you dressed, my Little Gem?"

"Master!" she answers with surprise in her voice. "I wasn't expecting you to contact me like this. Yes I am, but why?"

"I'm striking a deal with Roman Torchwick to convince him to abandon his alliance with Cinder, but he's still skeptical of my talents. I believe that having you present will be enough to convince him otherwise."

"... I'm not even going to begin to ask how you managed that."

"Talents my dear."

"And once again you're being vague about it. Fine, I'll help you but can you at least tell me what's going on?"

"I'll bring you to me. Don't worry since I plan to tell him the same."

You snap your fingers, drawing all eyes back upon you as you summon Emerald to your position. She stands at your flank , hands clasped in front of her as she nods to her old colleague.

"Torchwick," she says curtly with a nod, her eyes falling to his wounds as a smirk grows on her face. "Looks like someone is getting sloppy. Didn't Cinder always tell you to keep your guard up?"

"Bite me you little street rat," he says with a sneer. "Don't you have some pyromanianc's boots to polish or are you taking orders from this prick now?"

"I was able to show Emerald that Cinder Fall didn't have her best interests at heart," you explain.

"Fucked her, you mean," Roman cuts in with a smirk, making Emerald avert her eyes with a blush. "Must've been good if you convinced her to betray who was basically her mommy. I wonder how Mercury is taking it?"

"If sex brings out her best potential, then it's a win-win for us both," you add with a shrug. "But anyway, that's enough small talk so allow me to cut to the chase; do you believe in Gods, Roman?"

"If you asked me that question eight months ago, I would've laughed in your face."

"So your faith has changed?"

"My faith has nothing to do with it. I was just presented evidence of a certain individual that I couldn't deny. Are you trying to tell me that you're one of them?"

"One of several. Remnant is largely ignored by the Divinity as a whole and the two gods tasked with its growth have wholeheartedly abandoned their creations to their own devices, namely a certain demi-god they've manipulated named Salem. Seeing as how your people are now barely able to survive her little temper tantrums and the only other being on this planet capable of defying her is paralyzed with indecision and fear, I thought it best to step in and lend you some assistance."

Even Emerald is now listening intently as you begin revealing your true nature and intentions for Remnant.

"Of course, that task is much more difficult with you running amok causing mayhem and running tensions high, giving the Grimm a lovely beacon to latch onto."

"If you're as powerful as you claim to be, why don't you just snap your fingers and be done with it?" Roman challenges.

You expected such a question though you had no intention of outright admitting your abilities were stunted.

"Unfortunately this world is far beyond my usual spheres of influence. While I'm perfectly capable of manipulating myself and individuals with abilities such as teleportation, enhancement of physical abilities, and conjuring of simple items like currency as you have already witnessed, something as overt as purging the Grimm entirely with a snap of my fingers as you so succinctly put it is still far beyond my powers. My influence still needs to grow."

"Then I suppose you aren't as impressive as you've talked yourself up to be," Roman decides to say dismissively. "Everything you've done so far can easily be explained by someone's Semblance or through some new kind of Dust. Since you got little Emerald here, I can just as easily assume this money in front of me is a figment of my imagination."

"Perhaps another demonstration is in order," you say with a sigh, your patience wearing thin.

Lifting your hand, you focus your powers on his wounds. In a matter of seconds, the torn and swollen flesh knits itself back together until completely unblemished skin is left behind.

"How the Hell-" he starts.

"I'm a God, Roman; plain and simple. I can easily reverse the effects all the same."

You do exactly that to prove a point, forcing him to double over in pain and prompting Neo to rush to his side.

"Ok then, freaky kid with impossible powers," he says with a pant as he gingerly clutched at his bandages. "Let's say that I uh... believe you now. Where do we go from here?"

"My terms are simple; you are to leave Vale with the money I have gifted you. It should be enough for you to cover your tracks and start fresh if you so chose but I need you out of the Kingdom. Additionally, I will heal those wounds permanently. In exchange, I desire one night with Neopolitan."

The woman in question looks at you incredulously, though she does give a valiant effort to mask her blush with her Semblance. Roman, for his part, can't hold back his own laughter. Even Emerald does a double take as if she hadn't heard you correctly. Was that... also a sliver of jealousy you sensed from her? Perhaps bringing her here wasn't an ideal idea after all.

"Are you pulling my leg right now?" he asks between guffaws. "That's it? You want to sleep with Neo?"

You flash Neo a smirk and wink, belying a promise of pleasures she wouldn't find anywhere else, a smirk she returns in challenge. Oh she was going to be fun.

"Gods have certain ways to gather their power and extend their influence. For me, as a God of Love and Lust, laying with women is the quickest and most effective way for me to grow stronger in this world. While I could easily do this by screwing every random passerby, I've found that Huntresses and other similar warriors give me quite a unique boost. Quality over quantity as they say, and I can tell Neopolitan is truly powerful in her own right. Besides, I'm sure she wouldn't entirely be opposed to the thought, would you Neo?"

Indeed, the girl in question is now leisurely rocking on her heels, her eyes bashfully pointed towards the ceiling as a little smile settles on her face. Silence then falls over the four of you as you await Roman's answer, the crook contemplating your terms. It isn't until Neo glances back towards him as if asking for permission that he finally speaks.

"Alright, but only if Neo agrees to it. That being said, I have one more thing to add."

"Shoot."

"I want to fuck Emerald."

"What?!" your Little Gem all but shouts.

Now there was a twist you hadn't expected. At least Emerald was of age by this point in the series so you didn't feel any overt feelings of destroying him on the spot, but your possessiveness over her still ground at your heartstrings. Roman wasn't a crime boss for nothing and he took to haggling like an Arabic merchant.