Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161210221944

Blanc looked on in fear as Nobel stabilised Diaboli, breathing a sigh of relief when she was told he was going to survive. Looking closer, she examined some of the more minor wounds he had suffered during his fight with Smiler - in particular the chemical burns that covered his body. While she felt grateful that Nobel was able to keep him alive, she couldn't quite forgive him for making the mistake of using a smoke grenade on the top of the tower. There was no denying that if that hadn't happened, Diaboli probably wouldn't be the the state he was in now.

She only caught a brief glimpse of Diaboli's wound before Nobel bandaged it up, but from what she saw, she knew it was serious. The knife had pretty much destroyed the palm of the hand, leaving only the fingers and thumb held together by scraps of flesh, muscle and broken bone. Even if the wound closed over, the hand would almost certainly be unusable. For a moment Blanc wondered whether or not Diaboli would consider removing the hand and replacing it with a mechanical one, but she dismissed the thought quickly. After all, Diaboli was the one who refused getting a replacement eye when his old one got damaged - and that healed, in time. Perhaps another miracle could happen?

Meanwhile, Mizuki gazed out of the cockpit window at numerous bursts of light on the ground below behind them. At first she didn't know what it was, but then she realised that they were explosions. Looking above into the sky, she saw the silhouette a large flying battleship. It appeared that whoever had destroyed the tower had begun carpet bombing the Grimm that had been surrounding it. Sensible - with them all in one place, it was much easier to deal with. Glancing over at Diaboli, she pondered whether or not he had predicted something like this would happen - and that everything was just his way of tying up loose ends. She chuckled to herself at that, though - there was no way he could possibly predict all that. Right?

Then again, while looking at Diaboli's hand, Mizuki realised that the tracker chip that had been implanted there would have been removed. Looking at the explosions again, she watched as the bombs not only destroyed the Grimm - but the last remnants of proof of Diaboli's existence. To those on the ship - to Rellik and the Decimari - Diaboli died along with Smiler on that tower.

But here he was, alive and...well, not well, but alive at the very least. How much of it all was sheer coincidence, and how much was mediculous planning made her brain hurt. Regardless, by the end of it, she found a newfound respect for the man she had previously despised.