Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-5999656-20161217215604

Zanipher followed Diaboli back to his table, and was amused when he casually dished out karma to the couple who had stolen her seat. She used the move as a diversion for her to quickly scoop up her drink where the woman had pushed it to the edge of the table, and took a long draught as she sat down across from the young boss.

"Zanipher Hei'An. I went by the moniker Daybreak early on in my career, but it's fallen out of use recently." She paused. She sensed no malicious intent emanating from the male, and decided to bring up the events leading up to their first confrontation. To clear the air, first.

"I realize that our previous interaction was completely distasteful, and could have been avoided if I hadn't made a series of mistakes. Those being: firstly, intruding upon your territory, secondly, provoking your lieutenant, thirdly, lacking the depth to see your offer of a truce before things went too far, and fourthly, proceeding immediately to the open warfare phase. I'm surprised that I was able to suppress my ego at last, given the missteps I'd liberally taken to get to that point."

Zanipher swirled her straw thoughtfully in the plastic cup.

"However, due to a series of events in the recent past, including our conflict, I've been demoted from CEO to special investigator, which means my self-importance has had a nice shave. Which would not be a big deal, if the Dragons were still fully operative." She didn't want to bring up her parents; besides, a simple web search would tell Diaboli all he needed to know about the handing back of the Syndicate's reigns.

She looked up, and this time her dark red eyes met Diaboli's icy blue ones without hesitation.

"Our network was forced to cease function and the organizations are as of now working independently of one another. Laying low, basically. All that leaves me as just another seeming simpleton caught up by events way over her head."

Zan sighed, and leaned back so she could close her eyes and stretch her legs luxuriously. She reopened one eye, and then the other, before letting all four of her chair legs clunk back onto the ground. She rested her face on one hand, propped by her elbow on the table, and gave a pensive smile.

"It's not so bad. I've got free time for things like this, now. So what about you? What's a big fish from Mistral doing in a place like this?"