Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20191221164519/@comment-5999656-20191224073236

In the silence that stretched between them, pierced only by the faint buzzing of the elevator, Zanipher had found herself absorbed with the question of how she would address Diaboli's obvious and contentious reason for appearing on her doorstep. She was so fixated on this subject, in fact, that when he brought up the topic of dynasties, her response was quite unbecoming of a criminal mastermind.

"What?"

She blinked, staring at Diaboli's face blankly for a moment as she tried to understand what he was getting at. However, as the subject dawned on her, a series of thoughts began to race through her head. Confusion was quickly replaced with, alarm, suspicion, and then guardedness, and then with a strange curiosity.

So he'd somehow come across, no, intentionally sought out the connection between her and the Suzhen family. That was the nearest conclusion she could come up with. Zanipher's lips pursed as she weighed whether or not to risk confirming the facts Diaboli danced around. At first, though, there was something she needed to clear up.

"I am not the heiress to two family dynasties. Any right I had to my biological family's inheritance was lost the moment they gave me up for adoption. And to pretend otherwise would be clinging to a past that was never mine," Zanipher replied coolly.

The elevator gave a high-pitched ding as it stopped at the uppermost floor. Zanipher stepped out onto the carpeted floor, turning over her shoulder just briefly to make sure Diaboli followed her as she led them to the stairs which would take them to the rooftop.

"I'm surprised you remembered. And that you cared enough to look into it," she commented distractedly, pushing the heavy fireproof door open as they entered the concrete staircase.

"But whatever my origins, the reality is that this -" Zanipher gestured broadly for a moment, "Is my family. And they have given me more than enough to get what I want from others."

Zanipher stopped abruprly before the closed door to the roof, turning to face Diaboli head on. Her diction was crisp and airy, deceptively light considering the discussion topic at hand.

"I have to know, though. It's a very touchy subject, my past. Yours too, I imagine. Why'd you bring it up?"