Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25389303-20190329225542

Muttering a curse as the facility lurched to the side once more, Diaboli followed the black-clad officer into the large room that served as the police raid's staging ground. Sticking close to his escort, he cast his eye across the hall, scanning the sullen faces of the criminals that had surrendered or been forcibly detained in search of any he recognised. Disappointingly, yet unsurprisingly, he found no sign of the Bluthardt or her associates.

"Problem?" Craine asked him, having noticed the crime lord's displeasure.

"None of them are here," Diaboli replied evenly. "They must have retreated deeper into the facility."

A commotion to their left drew the attention of the two men, who watched as a young girl burst through the auction room's concrete wall and subsequently tumble to the ground in an inelegant, sprawling heap. Immediately, half the room's officers had their guns trained on the abrupt intruder, only for the sound of loudening gunfire on the other side of the hall to signal a new impending threat. Within moments, the backs of large, amoured figures emerged from the large doorway, retreating from a literal storm of bullets.

The situation was growing worse and worse for Diaboli with each passing moment. With the facility now detatched from the mainland, simply walking out was no longer an option. And with it, the main source of police reinforcements were cut off from their comrades. Now the tables appeared to be turning against the stranded officers, as more and more of the underworld's dregs found their courage and took up arms against them. Soon this position would be overrun, and Diaboli was about to be caught in the middle of it.

Unless he did something.

Sighing at the situation unfolding around him, Diaboli quickly got to work. Snapping his handcuffs with the press of his fingers, he set about fixing his appearance: Stealing the black tie of a zip-tied gentleman he hurriedly replaced it with his own, scowling as he noticed the large black dot in its centre that somehow made the world's ugliest tie even less appealing to look at. With shirt tucked in and buttoned up, he completed the look by fastening the straps of his coat tight before slicking his long hair back in the trademarked 'weary officer' style.

Within moments he had transformed himself from carefree criminal to daring detective - or at least that's what he had hoped for. This wasn't his first time playing cop, after all. With the current pandamonium he doubted any officer would bother him anyway, so long as he kept the distinctive Craine by his side and saved his angry glares for the bad guys.

"Never thought I'd be bailing out the police, but desperate times call for desperate measures..." he told Craine, who watched Diaboli's transformation with narrowed eyes. Fixing his tie with one hand, the police's latest civilian consultant gestured to the SAINTs across the way. "Unless you want Mistral's Most Wanted to slip away, we need to get these people moving. Luckily for you, I can help with that."

The undercover criminal snapped his fingers, and within a heartbeat a large mechanical tentacle formed around the man's left arm, extending from a gauntlet hidden beneath his coat sleeve. Extending the unorthodox weapon to its full length, Diaboli gave his companion an eager grin before striding towards the ongoing firefight.

Hearing Craine's loud footsteps following cautiously behind, Diaboli accelerated his pace. Spotting an opening in the centre of the SAINT firing line, he quickly filled the position and got to work. His whip-arm moved in a blur of white, faster than the eye could see as Diaboli began expertly intercepting the criminals' bullets before they could find their targets, while simultaneously avoiding those from the SAINTs' own weapons. Within moments, the seemingly ceaseless storm of bullets the officers had been wilting under had been reduced to a light shower, while the law's reinvigorated enforcers quickly began cutting down the oncoming waves of attackers with devastating retribution.