Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-5999656-20160725033958

(It was a derogatory comment, j ust like how Smiler calls Zan a little girl despite being younger than her.  Our OCs have been slinging those back and forth at each other for a while now. Also I'm kinda stuck here. Do I comply with Diaboli's request, knowing that doing so would be pretty stupid, or do I keep playing the almost-godmodder? Here's my attempt at a middle ground.)

The Syndicate's speaker scowled underneath his mask. This Diaboli was making a pretty liberal request, especially after busting through the door with a clear intention of killing everyone in here. Chances were they only had a few minutes before the police from the second-nearest precinct got here anyway.

"There's hardly much to see," he began in his guttural growl, but he fell silent at the sound of footsteps echoing from the near right corner, where the stairs met the ground floor.

"I've yet to see somebody kill six armed people in one minute with his bare hands. If Decadere Diaboli is so eager for an audience with me, then maybe we should find out what it is he wants to say so badly?"

Zanipher reached over and slid a switch up, so that the lights were raised just enough to make out the surroundings. The silhouettes of each of the DS members was visible, but their backs remained against the ceiling lamps so their masks were cloaked in shadow.

Zanipher herself stood with her hands in her pockets and leaning on one leg. It was hardly a threatening pose, but the sly edge of her voice did nothing to conceal who was in charge of the mafia men here.

"First of all, I'm a little disappointed that you'd gone to the effort of having Hector deliver the Scroll to me, only to pretend you were nobody when I picked it up. At this rate, I'd been fully considering the possibility of extending the hand of greeting by offering you a slot as a Dragon Head. But enough. Not all masterminds work well in a team. Look."

Zanipher stepped forward.

"You want to see what's under this mask? The face of a dead Huntress. The Ninth Dragon of Vale has a lot more power than Chi-Hong Hei'An. The former is a worthy rival, the latter... never wanted things to be this way."

She paused.

"So... what do you mean to accomplish by coming here, exactly?"