Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-5999656-20170523072114

(If you ever have the chance I'd recommend playing it. Though a lot of the quality of the game hinges on not knowing any spoilers beforehand. And the Windpath thing is fine, since you've got something good happening)

Platinum strode quickly after Diaboli as soon as he turned around, with Zanipher in tow behind her, of course. From what she'd seen of him so far: his disregard for the calls to stay off the smoking aircraft, his practiced, confident gait, it seemed like he wasn't the sort of man who usually needed to listen to others. And the sharp facial features she'd glimpsed as he'd turned around - she had a feeling of where she'd seen them before. A blurry photograph of her father's assailant, tauntingly accompanied by a name with little information beyond that. No area of operation, no description of his time spent or prestige in the underworld. The file described Decadere Diaboli as a petty thief, but what kind of petty thief was vicious enough to defeat a trained policeman? There was n othing else beyond the most basic of identifying features. Age, height, eye color. She wasn't even sure if this was the man. Maybe her stress was causing her to become paranoid.

But what if it was him? What if this stranger she was trailing was the same person who had almost killed her father and delivered a sound beating to her four close friends? If she was indeed in the presence of Decadere Diaboli, whose actions had played a major influence in the situation of the present, then this lead could not go unfollowed.

Platinum began to close the distance between them. With this many people around, there was no way he could fight her and go unnoticed. She pondered confronting him then and there, shouting his name to the spectators and authorities in the airport and awaiting the inevitable attention the spectacle would draw. At the same time, though, if he really was a mob boss, then he had likely prepared a solid alibi, and her stunt would fall through the cracks. Or what if it didn't matter what she said, and the authorities in her home kingdom simply didn't have the courage or resources to go after him?

Platinum gritted her teeth and slowed down her pace. It would be a much wiser plan to follow him for the time being and see where he was going, so that she could potentially find real evidence that could be used to launch an official police investigation.

No, that was too conservative. Instead of waiting for your adversary to reveal a weakness, you must force it instead. She would test the waters herself, with the physical reassurance provided by the presence of the crowd. With that thought in mind, Platinum quickened her steps again until she was walking right next to Diaboli.

"Mr. Galloway," she began stolidly, using the alias he'd given to the front desk lady at Bernhardt's gym.

"Do you have a minute? I was wondering what you knew about Zanipher Hei'An and FenHong Se Suzhen. You see, I've ended up in a bit of a mess with both of them recently..."

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Zanipher meandered behind Platinum, frustrated by the limited visibility caused by the necessity for maintaining a good distance. She'd figured that Platinum was trying to keep somebody from boarding the airship, but she couldn't tell who it was, only assuming that it was a suspect or some sort. Only when Platinum stood right next to him did Zanipher's eyes widen.

''White hair, white shirt, gold amulet... Diaboli?''

Okay, the plot was beginning to thicken fast. With the reappearance of her one-time co-conspirator, Zan knew that she might need to intervene soon, which meant modifying her agenda from its original iteration, which was to confront Platinum in her own home. She drew up so that she was just a few paces behind the two of them, within earshot provided there wasn't too much surrounding noise. By now she cared little about being seen. With the way things had suddenly become, their reunion could certainly get exciting.