Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170521095421

"May your thoughts of us be silent.

I've got nothing left to prove.

For all it's worth I'll keep on moving,

If I can run away from -"

Diaboli frowned and stopped singing.

That doesn't sound right, he thought to himself - crossing out the last line of the song on his notepad. He rarely had the time to write these days, but waiting for his flight proved to be one of the few times that he did.

Across from him, a teenage boy looked up from his Scroll. "Hey, that sounded pretty good," he commented, but Diaboli just shook his head.

"No, the timing was off. I need to rethink this..." he replied, idly tapping the paper with his pencil as he thought. "Maybe if I..."

He stopped speaking when a set of doors to his right swung open, revealing a small corridor to the outside of the airport. A young women in a dark blue uniform stepped forward.

"Flight 104 to Windpath is now boarding. If you are a Huntsman or Huntress carrying a weapon, please move into the right isle, otherwise move to the left. Thank you."

Diaboli rose to his feet and returned his notepad to the inside of pocket of his newly-bought white coat, before wrapping his patchwork scarf back around his neck. It wasn't particularly cold outside, but the familiar fabric acted like a psychological barrier between him and the world, as if it shielded him from the curious gazes that followed him wherever he went.

The golden amulet rattled quietly around his neck as he walked towards the right isle, and when he arrived at the final security checkpoint he compliantly handed over his gauntlet to the security officer waiting there.

"Weapon type?" the man asked, not sure what to make of the weird device in his hands.

"Collapsable whip. Contains several blades inside," Diaboli replied evenly, as the officer passed it under a box-shaped scanner. After several seconds he nodded in acceptance.

"License please," he asked, to which Diaboli once again complied - taking out his wallet and passing his papers over for inspection. A minute passed as the officer checked the information on his database, before he handed them back with a smile.

"Everything checks out. Sorry for delaying you, Mr Washington. Please enjoy your flight."

Diaboli nodded his thanks and reattached the weapon to his wrist. Normally, travellers had to keep their weapons in a locked storage room on the ship until they arrived at their destination, but he had made sure to get the required license for keeping it on his person before he left.

Shouldering his duffle bag, Diaboli once again set off. A few steps forward and he pushed through the double doors and stepped onto the tarmac of the landing strip. Ahead of him was the small passenger aircraft scheduled for Windpath, although glancing around, it didn't look like many others were on the same flight.

Slightly to his left, Diaboli saw a group of passengers from a ship that had just arrived making their way across the tarmac towards the airport's exit, and it appeared as if their paths would cross. He thought nothing of it, however, and continued walking towards the airship.

''How long is it to Windpath? Three hours? That's not too bad.''

He hummed a tune as he walked, pausing momentarily to lift the scarf over the lower half of his face, before taking out his Scroll and checking his messages as he walked.