Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-5999656-20170604044643

Zan watched Diaboli shut the door behind him, and took a small sip from her drink as she turned over the new information. Despite the Dragons' pride in being the biggest players in the Valean black market, none of the Heads specialized in the drug trade. Sure, they stole it and distributed it, but the fact that they didn't generate any themselves meant that they were missing out on a lucrative chunk of the underworld's profitability.

Then again, there were large risks that came with being a drug seller. Foremost of being the simple addictive nature of the goods - usually those who produced them were as dependent on their effects as their buyers. And dealings among those suffering from withdrawal got violent, fast. Zan had seen it enough times herself to feel an instinctive aversion as soon as she saw the stuff.

That this was no popular recreational stimulant elevated the urgency of the issue. Zan didn't care what Diaboli said, anything that unnaturally enhanced an individual's motor or cognitive function was going to have adverse effects in the long term, especially once the user's body built up a tolerance to the effects.

"And then, what do you know. It's another overdose," Zan muttered quietly. She set her glass down and walked into the next room. She had her guandao under her jacket already, but a concealed firearm would be useful... she reached over and picked up a light red handgun with an unknown Huntsman's symbol printed on the side of the barrel, considering stowing it away in her jacket, but eventually decided against it and set it back down on its stand. It wouldn't do to rely on a foreign weapon in a deadly fight.

Chances were the loner Huntsman was reliant on Darkening himself. If it was the inferior counterfeit Darkening, then he would probably be in a rough mental state when they got to him - fucked up mentally and angry as hell, she could imagine. Given the situation, it was understandable, no, expected that the original producer would intervene as soon as possible. And when both parties were certified criminals, they weren't exactly going to sit down at a nice table and have a PG little meeting to sort things out. No, things would undoubtedly get grisly, and Zan was placing herself right in the thick of it.

I wonder how it'll feel to be Diaboli's sidekick for a day?

She'd have to remember to ask him if he knew anything about this Gren's arsenal. Until then, though, she decided to borrow a simple black airsoft face mask with a tinted visor piece covering the eyes. She'd grown away from covering her face like this in recent months, but it might still come in handy for intimidation purposes.