Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25389303-20190206151123

Diaboli turned his gaze on the man who had bumped into him. In such a busy, crowded space avoiding all physical contact was impossible, so he didn't really care. Normally he would dismiss the accident with a wave of his hand, but one look at the perpetrator gave him reason enough to pause.

There was no shortage of mask-wearing troublemakers at this event - that, Diaboli was certain of. But the man's colourful reptilian mask seemed familiar, somehow. Most likely, the wearer had appeared in some long list of files he hadn't had the time or energy to properly process. It wasn't really the appearance that made him stop, but the man's words.

He'd overheard snippets of a conversation as he had been passing by. An old habit, he supposed, but a useful one. Nothing particularly interesting, save for the man's way of speaking. He'd heard it before; the overly-polite, disgustingly servile mannerisms of one of the Bluthardt family's emasculated slaves.

The mere sound of it made him grimace.

"It's fine," Diaboli replied, quickly turning his scowl of distaste for one of mild inconvenience as he stepped out of the path of those walking behind, ice-blue eye flicking to the jewelry stand being set up behind them. The sensible thing would be to leave, but Diaboli wasn't in a sensible mood. A snake's venom was nothing to a man who had danced with dragons.

"Fine wares," he lied, his interest in such treasures having faded a long time ago. Slowly, he extended a hand in a deceivingly casual manner to the snake-faced man, offering him a charming - if entirely false - smile.

"Decadere Diaboli. Pleasure to meet you."