Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161129223654

Diaboli listened to Nobel explain what had occurred the night before, his eyebrow rising when Nobel mentioned Smiler effectively inviting them to the tower - and no doubt, to a fight.

"Before Smiler threw me out of that airship, I had assumed he was still half-mad. But it seems that his mental faculties are operating at a greater level than I had anticipated. To have been able to predict our movements so accurately...he is more formidible than I thought..."

Diaboli pondered the situation for a few moments, before shrugging it off with indifference. "The plan doesn't change. In fact, this just makes it more straightforward. He can expect us all he wants, but that doesn't mean he has any idea what I have in mind."

The young crime boss quietly chuckled to himself as he looked around the interior of the Bullhead.

"Nobel, while we're flying, I want you to make something for me." Diaboli reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a few pages of scribbled chemical equations and experiments and handed them to the doctor. "I want you to create the most potent and effective batch of Darkening possible before we get there. I only need enough for one person, though. I made a couple of notes, but you're a lot better at this than I am. Basically, just give me a mixture of every drug we've made so far."

As Nobel looked at the notes, Diaboli turned and dragged Mizuki and Blanc into the ship before pushing them towards Tragoedia to take care of.