Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-25389303-20151120181703

"If you refuse, you can bugger off for all we care," Nocte answered the question directed at Brine. "...but if anyone dares speak a word of what is shared in this room to an unrelated soul, I can assure you...you won't be around long enough to speak anything else."

He made a deliberate sign of adjusting the two swords sheathed over his shoulder with his hand, daring anybody to speak out so thoughtlessly again. They obviously weren't taking this seriously, so Nocte made sure to set the mood right.

"I'll make sure of that ''personally..." ''he finished, directing the last comment at the purple-clad boy who thought it was clever to paint a target on his chest for some very dangerous characters.

Quite frankly, he couldn't care less if his image was taken. He was already somewhat of a legend to the police, who time and time again were made to scour for any evidence he may have left behind him. But these days the cops blamed anything on him which they couldn't understand, whether he had done it or not. That being said, he hadn't survived these last few years by being careless. Perhaps he should make an example out of...

One look at Brine disrupted Nocte's chain of thought. He was little more than a shadow on the screen, but Nocte could tell he was looking straight at him, warning him to stop before he too made unnecessary enemies. Nocte took it as a slight, but reluctantly obliged, pushing back his chair slightly as if to signal that he had said his piece. The two had been working together for quite some time now, and Brine no doubt knew that he was donning this tough-guy personna for his benefit, but a little faith wouldn't go amiss.

But if anyone thought he was stepping down, they couldn't be more wrong. He wasn't bluffing about smudging out anyone who spoke too much to the wrong people. Much like his old boss Diaboli, he kept grudges - and such grudges weren't easily laid to rest.

He'd learnt that the hard way.