Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161011200704

"Mr Nobel? Ah, that's you alright," Blanc beamed, stepping forward confidently upon seeing her old acquaintance. There was no mistaking the large coat, wide-brimmed hat and iconic bird-mask of Diaboli's most capable lieutenant.

Seeing him again, Blanc realised just how little she knew about the man. Diaboli had mentioned him from time to time, mostly regarding business matters, but never in any particular depth. However, considering that he entrusted him with overseeing much of the Patched's operations in Mistral while he was away in Vale, it was obvious that he had much faith in him. She seemed to recall an certain incident where Smiler got seriously mad when she mentioned him - he was probably worrying that one day Diaboli would replace him with Nobel as his second-in-command.

It was when she stepped into the laboratory's front room, however, that she remembered what his primary profession was. The stink of various chemicals and (probably quite dangerous) gases reminded her of how he was charged with developing and manufacturing the organisation's drug operations. It was only the first room, but all around her were numerous pieces of advanced equipment which she couldn't even recognise let alone understand their function. There seemed to be countless experiments going on at the same time in this room alone - how the Doctor kept track of it all, she did not know.

Glancing back, she indicated for Tragoedia to stay where he was.

"Sorry, big guy, I think this place would be a bit too cramped for a machine of your...stature...why don't you just stay outside and keep guard?"

Tragoedia bent down and gazed inside the dimly-lit facility for a moment. If his computer-brain had any disagreements, he didn't show it, as he then stood up straight and backed away.

"''Affirmative. I shall remain here until further instructions." ''The giant lizard-like humanoid support unit then nodded at Nobel before shutting the heavy metal door as easily as if it were made of balsa wood, leaving them alone.

"Now then, is there somewhere where we can sit down? I've been walking for miles and my feet are killing me!"