Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170531083829

"You know, I was just thinking about that..."

Diaboli paused to nod in greeting to two security guards standing by the entrance of a small corridor leading away from the lobby, and noticed how they both stood a little straighter when they caught sight of him. They didn't look particularly intimidating, but that was the point of having a good security team, in his opinion. Nobody would expect the two bored-looking guards to actually be two ex-Huntsmen who had gotten more than a little disillusioned with the whole 'saving-the-world' thing.

At the end of the corridor was a private elevator, which Diaboli walked up to and proceeded to place his hand flat against the scanner on the wall. A few seconds later a beep sounded, and a keypad opened up.

"Please input access code", a smooth, robotic male voice requested from a speaker within the panel.

"Just open the door, Rai," Diaboli replied, tapping his fingers on his arm impatiently as he waited. A few seconds of silence passed, before the security AI spoke again.

"''Acknowledged. Opening elevator doors." ''

The doors opened on command and Diaboli motioned for Zanipher to follow him inside. Then he turned and leant against the elevator wall as he pressed the button for the penthouse.

"That was Rai, the AI in charge of running my security systems," Diaboli explained. "Stands for Realistic Artificial Intelligence, because sometimes he can actually say stuff that annoys me, like real people."

As the elevator began to ascend, Diaboli felt confident that he had thought of a couple of suitable targets for their evening excursion.

"I have two ideas, actually. Firstly, some of my informants have located a rogue Huntsman whose been trying to set up shop on the edge of the city. He's been attempting to create cheap knock-offs of the combat stims I have the monopoly on, and I don't intent on sitting back and letting him enter the market."

He felt a short flare of irritation at the thought of somebody trying to replicate his drugs, but forced it back with a shake of his head.

"The second choice is the classic city gang subjugation," he continued. "Well, technically re-subjugation. A group named 'The Hoods' have been getting a little too volatile for my liking, and I expect them to attempt to go independent soon. It's my intention to pay them a little visit and put the fear back in them, so to speak.

"Those are the two options. Your choice on what you want to go for."