Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170616201306

Diaboli frowned as he thought the name over in his mind. It was entirely possible that he had, but it wasn't like he asked the names of everybody he came into conflict with.

He took a step back from the car and reached behind his back, grasping the fabric of his cloak and pulling it in front of him.

"Platinum..." he murmured as he scanned the the initials stitched into many of the multicoloured patches. "...I seem to recall you mentioning her the last time we met...Platinum Roads, was it? Now that I think about it, the name does ring a bell..."

He traced the stitches up and down the cloak, and was about to give up when his fingers brushed past a piece of ragged white polyester with a faded red trimming. In the corner, the letters R.R. were stitched messily, like the inscription on a tombstone. The sight sparked some old memories, and Diaboli smiled ever so slightly as he recalled their encounter.

"Ah...I remember now...Rufous, I think his name was. I remember taking his ID. Yeah, I guess I did."

He leant his elbows against the roof of the car and stared into the evening sky, momentarily lost in recollection.

"That was a nasty business. It must have been, I don't know, six years ago? It was part of a sting operation to take down a major crime ring here in Mistral, and I got caught up in it. The old man cornered me, so I had to put him down."

Diaboli frowned then and rubbed his chin. "I could have sworn his wounds were fatal, though. I guess he was a lot tougher than I thought." He shrugged. "I don't usually fight the police, except as a last resort. He just drew the short end of the stick when he came up against me."

His eyes narrowed then, and he suddenly pushed himself away from the car and fixed his eyes on Zanipher.

"Now that I think about it, why are you the one going after her? I seem to recall you having plenty of capable underlings who could easily do all this grunt work for you, and yet you choose to fly halfway across the world anyway."

The more Diaboli thought, the less satisfied he was with what Zanipher had told him. It wasn't that he was particularly interested, but more like it was a near-complete jigsaw puzzle with a single piece missing. As soon as he noticed it, it became to glaring to ignore.

Even so, he forced his probing questions back and ran his hand passively through his hair.

"Well, whatever. That's your business, so I'll stay out of it. That being said, if you could avoid hurting her too much I'd appreciate it. I'm not a massive fan of destroying entire families."