Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-5999656-20170530032812

"I... I suppose I'd forgotten... that work and private life aren't mutually exclusive," Zanipher said, rather offputtedly. It was an unexpected punch in the gut for Diaboli to point out her untrustworthiness so tactlessly. It wasn't so much that he was wrong, it made her uncomfortable because it was entirely true.

"The Dragons have stabilized after cutting off the weak branches. Resuming overseas expansion is a high priority," Zan said evasively, not prepared to share much after Diaboli's own tight-lippedness.

The deafening cacaphony of rush hour haste and haze was unbelievable here, she thought. But of course, wasn't it just a representation of the much more fundamental clash beneath the surface? Mistral lacked the secure middle class which kept Vale relatively organized. Instead, the people were split mostly into two camps: the wealthy and the poor. The oligarchs and the revolutionaries had settled into the more maintained dichotomy of the landed elite and the low-class criminals.

Of course, the men and women in clean suits were far deadlier than any desperate streetwalkers could dream of being, Zanipher thought, noting Diaboli's crisp attire with a small lip curl of distaste.

"Money's enough to motivate anyone, huh? The Dragons know all about that," Zan said airily. She gave Diaboli a side eye, as the air among them seemed to grow just the slightest bit colder.

"Let's hope there aren't biggest fish in the pond."

Zanipher clapped her hands together loudly as she looked forward again.

"But, I'm here just in case you end up too deep this time around," she said with faux carelessness.

"We're on the same side, after all."