Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20160605220338/@comment-24147026-20160713102655

It had always been Neils' prerogative among his Dust Runners that after every successful heist and hit that his little motley band had managed to accomplish, he would find his own way home. It was an odd ritual that he never really explained to his cronies, always finding some reason to duck out of the trip home alongside those who had been assisting him for the night, a duplicitous smile and a few reassuring words were enough to sway any wavering questions that his friends could think of.

To be frank, he needed the time to cool off. He always worked himself up into a animated frenzy when he was on a job, relishing every single practiced movement that lit his heart ablaze, the invigorated organ pumping nothing but undiluted electricity into his veins. It was a thief's high, one that aggravated and taunted him to no end. He needed his mind when he worked, clarity was the thin line that kept him from being thrown in prison or killed by some lucky fool, and yet he anticipated the release of endorphins almost hungrily; A starved addict in the worse way. To have his underlings see him come down form his high would be an embarrassment, a smirch on the persona of an unbeatable employer and friend, he never wished to worry anyone after all.

It was luck then, that Zanipher proved to be an interesting counterpoint to his more involved negotiation tactics and formalities. It gave him something to focus on as he drove the armored truck down the increasingly narrowing roads, taking the stolen vehicle down towards the sticks of the industrial district (Ol' Stormy owed him a favor or two, and the mustachioed manager was going to ante up tonight). He listened as best he could to the apparent Dragon's proposal for throwing in with her and the urban legend she represented, he couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter at how she sweetened the pot for his friends, it'd be a new start for them all. His thoughts drifted towards someone else this dealing could affect, and while it pained him to weigh the future of his Runners against that of his sister's, Neil couldn't ignore the risk moving would involve for his second life. To taste consternation at such a time was unsuitable, actions came with confidence and certainty, not out of fear. He excused the moment as a symptom of his cooling heartbeat as it finally caught up to him. The pulsating thumping within his chest a far cry from the high octane hammering it was at the start of the night.

"That all sounds great," He began truthfully, chancing a look over towards Zanipher, his hands still on the wheel. "however I personally cannot go to Vale. There's a conflict of interest that prevents me from doing so. Is it required of me to leave this kingdom for yours? All due respect, I would assume nine dragons would have had an organization that reached across Remnant, at least that's what certain rumors have spoken of."