Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161123224710

Diaboli and Mizuki were walking back to the hotel they were staying at when the latter's Scroll began to ring. Diaboli watched her out of the corner of his eye as she put the device to her ear and listened.

"''Good evening, is this Decadere Diaboli?" ''he heard the familiar voice say. Mizuki - who was already on the brink of losing her temper with him - turned in surprise and fury, only to be further agitated by Diaboli's nonchalant manner.

"When the hell did you...?" she began, but before she could finish Diaboli suddenly strode forward and clamped his hand around her throat, pulling her into a dark alley as he did so. A mixture of fear and hatred led Mizuki to flail at her attacker, but each strike bounced harmlessly off his Aura as he used his Semblance to strengthen his grip on her until her windpipe was on the edge of collapsing. Helpless, she could only squirm and watch as her Aura quickly faded to his iron grip.

"I believe the call was for me," he reminded her in a voice that seemed bored, making him appear completely emotionless as he choked the life out of her. When he decided she was weakened enough, he let her fall to the floor - only to be picked up again by his mechanical whip-arm which extended from the collapsed weapon on his wrist. The whip tightened itself around her like a python, trapping her and keeping her hovering helplessly in the air.

With his free hand, Diaboli reached down and picked up the Scroll that had fallen out of Mizuki's hand and put it to his ear.

"Ah...Nobel...it's been too long. I suppose you got my message then," he greeted calmly as he watched Mizuki once again begin to struggle with the metal tentacle trapping her. "I'm a little preoccupied at the moment, I'm afraid. I've unfortunately been dragged into a little operation regarding the capture of Smiler - apparently he's been getting up to no good while I've been away..."