Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161216182416

Decadere Diaboli glanced up from his Scroll as Zanipher entered the coffee house, causing the bell attached to the door to ring upon her entering. He always kept an eye on his surroundings while in public - watching out for police, undercover huntsmen, CCTV, that kind of thing. So when he saw a black-clad young woman whom he didn't recognise, he went back to waiting idly as his Scroll tried to find a connection. Ever since the fall of Beacon Tower, his Mistral-bought Scrolls seemed to have great difficulty getting any signal. Waiting in a coffee shop like this was something that Diaboli was quickly becoming to accustom to as a result.

Which wasn't fantastic, as he didn't actually like coffee.

So when the device finally dinged to notify him it found a connection after thirty long minutes of waiting, he sighed in relief.

"I swear this thing is getting faster..." he said to himself, as he reached for his drink. Just before he touched it, however, he quickly pulled back, and instead set his Scroll down on the table and reached with his right hand.

It was an annoying habit he'd developed, he'd realised - accidentally trying to do things with a hand that should be working, but in reality he could hardly feel, let alone actually use. It had been patched up as well as possible, but the nerves inside were all dead. What was most annoying, though, was not that the hand was now useless, but the fact that he had deliberately sacrificed it in exchange for anonymity which, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best deal he'd made in his life.

Diaboli was so caught up in his own self-pity that he didn't noticed Zanipher sit down at table on the other side of the room, directly opposite him. He'd deliberately tried to change up his appearance ever since getting out of prison several months ago, but besides the longer hair, healed eye and patchwork scarf he wasn't much different than usual. He'd have to change that, at some point. For now, though, he decided he needed another drink, and after rising from his seat began making his way back to the front of the shop.