Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160713190054

"This is the last crate from third shipment, correct?" Diaboli asked, as four muscular workers hefted the large container up the storage ramp of the Bullhead.

"Yep! That's the last one!" Blanc replied, with a beaming smile which proved to be contagious, as he soon found himself smiling back at her.

''It's been too long since I've seen her like this. ''He thought, crossing the last item off the list on his clipboard.

"Alright. That's all for today," he announced when the workers returned, and was met with nods and thank-you's of appreciation for the shorter shift. As he set down the clipboard on a nearby workbench, he felt a vibration in his pocket.

Ah...finally.

"What's up?" Blanc asked, skipping happily along beside him as he hurried over to where a large satalite dish stood on the other side of the courtyard.

"I just need to hook this up, give me a moment..." he murmured, as he quickly began plugging in various cables and wires into the device. By the time he had finished, though, the Scroll had stopped buzzing.

"Damn...that's annoying," he muttered, before turning back to his apprentice. "Before you ask, this is a de-scrambler. I'm using it to track the signal back to its caller."

"Oh..." she replied, peering in for a closer look. "...I thought you said this kind of thing couldn't be traced?"

Diaboli slapped the side of the dish affectionately. "It can't, unless you have one of these beauties. Of course, if you haven't callibrated it to the right frequency..." He paused, noting the blank look on her face, before letting out an exagerated sigh. "...It basically means I can trace it back, but they can't follow it forward, alright? Quiet now though - it's ringing again."

This time he accepted the call immediately. Placing the device to his ear, he waited for a few seconds for a voice to come through on the other side. When nothing happened, he made a point of clearing his throat loudly before speaking.

"Ahem...Welcome to the Patchwork Industries Customer Support Helpline," he said, putting on his best bored-teenager voice. "How may I help you?"