Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161115222320

"They were my teammates, along with another guy. We got split up after Beacon fell. I haven't heard from them since, until now." Raiden figured it was best to answer truthfully - no point fabricating a lie for something so minor.

Raiden tapped in a seven-digit passcode into a lock on the door and opened it, allowing them to step into Raiden's apartment. The temperature was noticibly cold, but upon entering the room Nobel could see that it was in order to keep 19 monitors and numerous powerful computers running without overheating. Most screens had camera feeds running live, recording people going about their day in Vale, while a few others had lines of text constantly running across and down like something you would see in a hacker film.

Raiden indicated for Nobel to take a seat on one of the comfy black leather sofas in the corner of the room. Between the two sofas was a glass table on which numerous glasses and bottles of various wines and other alcoholic beverages were kept. Raiden didn't drink very often, but many of his business clients did. Meanwhile, Raiden walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of orange juice for himself before returning and sitting opposite to Nobel.

"Please, help yourself," he offered, gesturing to the drinks on the table as he poured himself a glass of juice.