Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161010162442

"Decadere Diaboli," Rellik announced, as he read the description of the inmate written on a clipboard next to the cube, pressing down on an intercom so that he could hear him. "Arrested on the charges of murder, attempted murder, armed robbery, numerous accounts of assault, drug smuggling, breaking a dangerous criminal out of a police station and several accounts of littering. Transferred from Ironspike supermax prison after killing a guard by snapping his neck with his bare hands. Transferred to Frostbite Asylum for psychiatric evalutation. Promptly considered a 'Level 5 Threat" and immediately imprisoned in a specially designed glass cell due to his unnatural ability to warp steel with his fingers. Sentenced to life imprisonment without parole."

"That doesn't sound like me," Diaboli joked, faking innocence.

Mizuki sighed. "You've certainly been busy since we last met you."

"Oh indeed!" Diaboli smiled. His eyes scanned from side to side as he attempted to locate their position, but found nothing. "It turns out falling out of a Bullhead at 3000 feet doesn't cause as much serious injury as one would expect."

Rellik smiled an uncharacteristic thin smile at that. "You don't seem particularly concerned about your current situation. You do realise that you won't be leaving that room ever again, right?"

Diaboli's smile faded, and he backed away from the glass wall. "I won't be here much longer. Once my men learn where I'm being kept, they'll break me out of here in no time. Just wait and see."

Inside the cell, Diaboli looked noticibly weaker than before. A poor prison diet had left his previously lean body thin and fragile, and the black dye in his hair had been washed out, leaving it its natural pure white. But despite this, something about him still screamed danger. Perhaps it was his one ugly blind eye, or his cold, scheming expression. Regardless, the two knew he was not to be underestimated.

Not yet.



"Hello? This is Blanc! I'm here with Trago! Remember us? You met us a while back at the Goldmine with Decade! Can you let us in? We've got something really important to discuss with you!"

Blanc stood back a few steps, expecting a hidden door to suddenly erupt from the earth or something. After several moments of nothing happening, she frowned.

"You think he heard us?" she asked Tragoedia. After a couple of seconds of whiring and humming sounds, she expected him to give her some sort of detailed analysis of  what the likelihood of him hearing them would be. In the end, though, he just shrugged.