Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161223084016

"If by 'personal matter' you mean I'm going to kick the shit out of the person who was spying on me then, yes, it is a personal matter," Diaboli replied, as his whip retracted. "If you think I'm going to leave before I know for sure that that recording is destroyed, you're out of your mind."

He looked down at the broken drone lying on the concrete. He was hardly an expert on drones, but it didn't take a professional to know that this wasn't exactly the best equipment on the market. Whoever was following them didn't seem to be particularly experienced in such tactics, it seemed.

"Who is this Fenhong person? Am I going to have to take them out?" he asked, wondering why a person like Zanipher wouldn't have already taken care of problematic people she already knew about. The thought made him curse his luck, as he realised he probably got himself caught in a confusing situation that had nothing to do with him.

I'm calling in Tragoedia... he eventually decided, tapping several buttons on his Scroll to activate its locating beacon. While he didn't have any Patched members he could call upon anymore, at least he had a massive killer robot to watch his back if anything got dicey - especially considering his busted hand. He ordered him to remained in the area, however, until he was actually needed.