Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-5999656-20170606013720

"Aww, my white knight," Zanipher responded teasingly, gently poking Diaboli in the chest.

"It'll be good exercise for two renegades like us. But actually, though. I'll need to flex my fingers if I want to perform my main objective well in the next few days."

Zanipher wasn't so sure if she agreed with Diaboli's advice - after all, she'd made her way up illicit society like a silken surf on the sand, always claiming the grounds without passerbys taking notice. Ditching the subtlety and going full tsunami  was something she reserved for the most back alley of confrontations, those where either it was easiest to conceal or all other options had been exhausted.

Then again, this was Mistral Diaboli was talking about. Even the Ninth Dragon of Vale was wary of the mysterious black maw that was the Mistralian underground. Since she would only be here for a short amount of time, perhaps it would be best that she keep watchers at a distance.

It was obvious that they were heading to kill Gren, and probably trashing his hideout on the way out. What Zan was now curious about was how Diaboli would handle the details. What approach would he take? Would he kill the subordinates as well? What would he do when they had succeeded in subduing the Huntsman? When she was his enemy, he had been arrogant, playing up the insanity angle, and yet deviously gentlemanly at the end, when they had finally met face to face.

And what of herself? Where Diaboli had been underhanded and cocksure, she had been conceited and trigger-happy. If either of them had truly changed since that day, then it was going to be clear within a few hours. One's true colors were only revealed under significant pressure. Zanipher was more than aware of that.

Well, she'd have her answer before the end of the night.

(Timeskip to the Huntsman's house?)