Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161114224013

For a moment nothing happened, but shortly after calling out, Nobel heard the distant sound of thundering footsteps echoing from within the building, as if somebody had tripped down the stairs in their haste to meet him. Soon, as the footsteps neared, the noise ceased altogether, only to replaced by a loud creaking noise as the old, dark wooden door slowly eased open.

The bulb in the main lobby area of the apartment block must have burst at some point, as the inside of the room was completely dark. However, within the darkness there were four strange purple lines glowing in his direction. As Nobel looked closer, the purple lines suddenly shot forward, until they were hovering just in front of Nobel's face. At such a close distance the Doctor could see that the lines were infact some sort of decoration or elaborate visor for a grey metal mask, attached to what appeared to be some sort of toy or small animatronic that was lurking behind the door, watching him. Perhaps out of curiosity? Perhaps out of fear? Whatever the reason, the small, metal hand clutching the wood of the door tightened its grip as it looked Nobel up and down, as if deciding whether or not he was safe to approach. Behind the small robot was the faint glimmer of polished steel, and the outline of what appeared to be a large scythe hovering in the air.

"''You are the caller?" ''the small robot asked in a frosty, sharp voice, like the screetching of metal on metal. It was asked as a question, but it didn't seem to need an answer. The door swung open completely, revealing a young man with jet black hair and purple eyes, wearing a smart-looking black and purple suit with fashionable dark leather shoes. What was most perculiar about his appearance, however, was the thing on his right arm. What Nobel had at first mistaken as some sort of robot was instead a metal puppet that the young man had been controlling the entire time. It continued to glare at him as if it had a mind of its own, spinning its scythe in its hand idlely in a wide circle while the young man looked at Nobel.

"Don't worry about Flayyer - he's got a scary name, but he's fairly harmless." This time it was the young man who spoke. His voice was slightly stern and formal, but nothing out of the ordinary. To anybody he would appear to be a typical young entrepreneur, not somebody who until several days previously had been devoting his life to slaying monsters.

"We'll talk in my office, where people can't overhear. Come, follow me." With a wave of his free hand, Raiden indicated to Nobel to follow him as he begun climbing the spiralling staircase that lead to the upper floors.

"I didn't catch your name," Raiden observed as he climbed the steps, shooting Nobel a glance to make sure he was following.