Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161105001632

Blanc relaxed into her pilot seat as she calmly steered the airship away from the Starkiller, maximising the engines' output until they had escaped from any possible turret fire from the fearsome warship. In the distance she thought she saw the Vale mainland, meaning it would only be a few hours until they arrived in the capital. It was her plan to follow the coastline, as a precaution in case they crashed, but she felt confident that the rest of the flight would be peaceful.

Looking around, she noticed Tragoedia sitting in the corner of the room by the door - recharging again. She was growing concerned about how frequently she had him activated, and how the constant need for energy was draining his already expensive and limited fuel cells at an alarming rate. At any rate, it would be a number-one priority to regroup at one of the safehouses set up in Vale so that they could replenish their supplies and regather their strength.



Diaboli stepped off the transport vessel leisurely, taking the time to spread his arms and make an overly-dramatic gesture of embracing the streets of Vale that stretched out before him.

"Ah...it's good to be back in the cities again!" he grinned, doing a slow, gleeful spin as he took in the warm sunlight. "I'd almost forgotten what the it felt like!"

Mizuki stepped off the airship next to him and frowned. "You were only in prison for about a week," she replied coldly, clearly not enthusiastic about working alongside the man who had tormented her as a child for most of her life. She eyed Diaboli with distaste, but the young crime boss just smiled back at her.

"For a guy like me, a week's a long time," he said cheerfully, before turning back to the city. "So, what now?"

Mizuki looked him up and down. "First we need to get you some new clothes - you're too distinct with that patchwork cloak of yours."

Diaboli looked offended, and clutched the fabric foldly. "This is my pride and joy! I've always had it! Besides, I've already converted it into a scarf - isn't that enough?"

"Whatever, I don't care anymore. Let's just go and---"

She gritted her teeth in frustration as her reluctant companion suddenly veered in the opposite direction of where they were intended to go.

"Where are you going?" she exclaimed loudly at his back. She had a remote controller in her hand that could deliver a severe electrical shock to Diaboli if he got out of hand or tried to escape, but she was hesitant to use it, as doing so would most likely ruin whatever chance they had of getting him to work with them. Therefore, she had little choice but to run after him.

"I'm going to get us some food - I'm starving..." Diaboli replied, hands in his pockets, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"But we're in the middle of a mission!" Mizuki practically screamed, her patience rapidly deteriorating. Diaboli glanced back at her momentarily, but didn't stop walking.

"Listen, Miz. I want to catch Smiler just as much as you do. But if this is going to work, we're going to have to do things my way." He paused as he passed a small bakery with numerous delicious-looking pastries on display, after which he turned and pushed open the door with a mischievous grin on his face.

"...and that means my priorities come first."