Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25389303-20190205194919

Rich and poor.

If there was ever a divide that defined Mistral's society, that had to be it. To most that divide was clear, even to those lucky enough to find themselves somewhere in the middle. Increasingly, it seemed that people were beginning to be split into three groups. Either you were a poor-as-dirt nobody struggling through another day of anonymity, a wealthy aristocrat whose only purpose was to continue poisoning the world with their arrogant existence, or some vain gun-for-hire with a sad backstory that thinks leeching from the mutual hatred between the previous two is somehow justifiable.

Decadere Diaboli could see the stereotypes pass him by as he sat next to his booth, somehow bored out of his mind despite the overwhelming toxicity around him. Rich couples strode passed him without sparing him a second look, flanked by their cohorts of bodyguards, while the rabble trailed behind in the shadows - daggers in sleeves and smiles alike. The mere sight of them made the kingpin glower.

The crime lord's patience when dealing with these people on a day-to-day basis was starting to wear thin. The days of upsetting the power balance in Mistral's underground with his antics were over, now that he had established himself as a force to be reckoned with. The excitement of playing the underdog had faded long ago and now, all that was left was the stressful yet monotonous task of managing a burgeoning empire that had long-since outlived its usefulness.

Sighing, Diaboli rose from his seat and loosened the patchwork-coloured tie around his neck. In his apathy he hadn't bothered to wear any kind of disguise. Just this once, he wanted to pretend that he was the old Diaboli. The one that spent his days building empires, rather than managing them. The one who could pull the strings behind the scenes, and yet still walk in the daylight without fear of ambush and imprisonment. Perhaps it was naive. Perhaps it was foolish. Today, though, he didn't really care.

Stepping forward, he allowed himself to be carried away by the flow of the crowd. It was a while yet until the main auction began, after all, and the night was still young. For now, at least, he would allow the random hand of fate to guide his way.

Who knows? Perhaps he will find something interesting at the end.