Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-5999656-20161222215230

"Mmm."

Zanipher wondered who was left to intimidate the gangsters into submission, especially since someone with a presence like Smiler's wasn't easily replaceable. But that Diaboli relied on fear rather than bureaucracy, that suggested he wasn't planning to be in it for the long term.

Zan was starting to get an idea of the spread of power. There were the Dragons in Vale, and while none of the other kingdoms had an alliance system as intricate as theirs, she could name equivalent ringleader counterparts in two of the other three kingdoms. Vacuo had plenty of street gangs, Neil's Dust Runners having originated from there, but a sizable chunk of it was under the jurisdiction of the Cardamoms. And in Mistral, the Patched, of course, but The Spectrum operated there as well.

Atlas had no major players - no, wait, there was the Battalion, a recent acquisition of the network, and LUCIFER and the ANGELS, though it would be generous to describe them as allies.

''So is everything taken? Who will be the last straw on the camel's back?''

"I imagine that must be..." Zanipher trailed off as she heard a quiet buzzing, and looked directly up to see a sleek black drone, small enough that it could fit in her palm.

"The hell is this?" she said, as the quadcopter dipped, and then rose as if it knew they were watching. But this was bad. She didn't know how much of their conversation it had picked up, but if it got into the wrong hands, she and Diaboli had practically confessed to being two of the biggest criminals in Remnant.

With one deft move she was up, clearing a meter easily as her hand reached up to grasp the metal UAV. Without any warning the vehicle dipped, and Zan pulled back instinctively - she'd heard enough stories about people getting their eyes cut out by the rotors. She landed back on the ground as the drone regained air and began to pull away. But before it could escape, she had extended an arm and the air around it and the air around the drone seemed to shimmer. And then, as if by magic, it was as though it was frozen in space, choppers desperately cutting through nothing.

Even though she couldn't breath in this form, Zanipher had to keep her cool. So she swallowed, and opened her mouth:

"A hand, Diaboli?"