Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161023103802

"Oh...um...just put them in a corner, I guess. Once I've finished recalibrating the autopilot I'll go see if the Bullhead is ready to fly. In the mean time, I suggest you get comfortable - we've got the better part of an entire day's flight ahead of us."

As Blanc began working again, she thought she saw a blue dot suddenly flash on the area scanner to her left, but when she turned to look there was nothing there. She watched it for a moment to see if it returned, but when it didn't she passed it off to her imagination and went back to work.

I wonder what Decade's doing right now... She wondered.



"What did you just say?" Diaboli glowered, rising from his chair.

"I said," Rellik replied, "that by the end of this week, your old lieutenant Smiler will strike again, and you will be dead."

"Don't play games with me, Rellik! How could he possibly now that I'm here?!" Diaboli demanded, banging on the wall of the cube.

This time it was Mizuki who spoke. "He never said it was Smiler who was going to kill you," she said, smirking.

"She's right," Rellik continued. "It's not Smiler's gang you have to worry about. It's the Decimari."

"The Decimari? You mean the counter-terrorism agency from Mistral? What have they got to do with anything?" Diaboli asked.

"After your buddy took over there have been disturbances all over Vale. Raids on settlements outside of the city as well as attacks on important corporations in Vale itself. He's on a rampage, and has therefore been raised to a terrorist-level threat. Since things have been quite in that department back in Mistral, my brother and his unit has been dispatched to take care of the remnants of your old gang." Rellik explained clearly and calmly, but from the voice alone Diaboli sensed an element of impatience as well.

Diaboli processed the information slowly. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked carefully, to which Rellik smiled - not that Diaboli could see it.

"Because I've got a proposal for you, Decadere Diaboli. You see, if we do manage to capture or kill Smiler, someone else will just take his place. This is something my brother fails to see. What we need is somebody who can dismantle it from the inside - someone with the connections and knowledge to completely destroy the group before it has a chance to reorganise itself. And that someone, is you."

Diaboli didn't respond immediately, but when he did, he laughed. "Wait, wait, wait, wait! You want me to work for you? After you threw me in here? Are you out of your mind?"

Before Rellik could respond Mizuki stepped up to the mic. "Don't think we like this either! This is for the greater good, that's all!"

Rellik grimaced. "What Mizuki is trying to say is that getting revenge on your betrayer is much better than living the rest of your life in this asylum. If you help us, we'll pardon your crimes and let you go free. Or you could stay here and hope that my brother decides not to have you killed when he arrives. Your choice."

Mizuki looked like she was about to say something, but before she got the chance she was cut off by a second round of Diaboli's manic laughter - this time lasting for the better part of a minute. When he finally regained control, Diaboli pressed his forehead against the glass and grinned menacingly.

"Hehehe...very well then. You want me to help you? Fine. I was getting a little bored in here anyway."

(I don't know where that is, but enjoy your trip.)