Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20160605220338/@comment-5999656-20160611000547

"Yo, his little helpers have left," Tez radioed in to Zanipher, noticing Burlywood and Manzano's departure. "It's just him now, looks like. Do you still wanna give him time to leave, or are you gonna head in now?"

"I'll approach him now. The rest of you stay out of sight," she called to her team in the car. Zanipher stowed the mouthpiece away and zipped up her black jacket before opening the car door and stepping out. Her large hood was back, letting the crisp night air ruffle her brushed back hair and ponytail, and she stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets as she quietly approached Neil. The soles of her tall, metal-tipped boots made no noise on the cracked concrete as she drew near. Ambushes were easy for her. She walked slowly, measuredly but not hesitatingly. Currently it looked like her target was bent over, rummaging through the clothing of the men he had just taken out.

Zanipher stopped a few meters from Neil, at an angle under the glow of a weak street lamp where her profile was clear but her face was shaded. She paused, aware that her presence hadn't yet been given away, before opening her mouth. No electronic garbler this time, she wanted her voice to be heard nice and clear.

"That was nicely done, Neil," she hummed without moving. "It's rare to find a petty thief so versed in leadership, especially when everyone thinks Vacuo swarms with brainless thugs." She paused.

"But is this really the life you want? Stealing from family-owned Dust shops because you don't have the intel to go after more lucrative targets? I can give you something more, orrrr.... you could fight me right now," she said, knowing that would be his first response. Her guandao was strapped to her back in collapsed form, its shape was outlined by the glow of the street light. She decided to get straight to the point.

"The Nine Dragons of Vale want you, Neil. What do you think about that? Most criminals would die for an offer like this." Zan knew that convincing him right off the bat was extraordinarily unlikely, but she was patient and ready to smooth talk whatever she needed. And fight? Yeah, sure, but she was pretty sure neither she nor Neil wanted to make a scene, which was exactly what would happen if they pulled out their weapons and went at each other here and now.

"Would you happen to know a nice private meeting place? It would be a huge inconvenience if the police showed up, so I suggest you grab your stuff and get going."