Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170527222252

Diaboli silently watched Platinum storm away from him, with an expression that was somewhere in between pity and contempt.

''There is no justice in this world, girlie. Except what you make yourself.''

He didn't doubt that she would be a thorn in his side in the future, but unless she started causing trouble in the next 24 hours, he figured it was a problem he could put off until he was done with his business in Windpath. Her mentioning of her father had peaked his curiousity, however, and while he had injured too many men in his life to remember which one she was referring to, he figured he'd remember soon enough.

Now that that's out of the way, I think I'll go home, he then decided, nodding to himself and smiling at his successful deflection of Platinum. That was enough excitement for one day, right?

Right?

Wrong. His short-lived plans were quickly torn to pieces when he heard Zanipher's voice at his side, and the sight of her devilish smile meant that, as soon as he got over his initial surprise at her sudden appearance, he soon devolved into a short fit of quiet laughter.

How the hell are all these people finding me?

Recovering from his brief lapse in control, Diaboli put on a face which he hoped to be calm and collected, but in reality he knew to be one of barely-restrained amusement at his own misfortune, and turned to face the Dragon.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Zanipher. What a pleasant surprise! Welcome to Mistral," he replied, doing a little bow as he spoke. "And no need to make excuses, I know you just really missed me after I left Vale, right? Don't worry, I have that effect on everyone..."

He glanced behind him, making sure that Platinum had completely disappeared from sight.

"You look happier than the last time I saw you," he eventually continued. "That's nice, I guess. Although whenever you seem to appear, trouble tends to find me as well."

He pointed behind him with his thumb.

"Twice is a coincident, but thrice is a pattern. I'm starting to think that you might be a dangerous person to be around."

He then leant forward and smirked, coming to the conclusion that maybe this reunion wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"For a mobster, of course."