Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160726114206

On the way to the meeting between Diaboli and his business partner Helldrix, the Bullhead had dropped off the six soldiers and Tragoedia at an outpost outside the city, leaving Diaboli and Smiler alone in the airship's loading bay. After thinking through the events of the previous night, Diaboli's thoughts turned to his plans for the future, while Smiler sat brooding on a nearby crate.

"Helldrix told me the Cavaliers will be like Trago, but I never actually got around to seeing them first hand before! Maybe I should have inspected them before buying a small army..." Diaboli wondered, pacing around the room in nervous excitement, like a child on the night before their birthday.

"Uh-huh," Smiler mumbled in response, twisting some metal object in his hands.

"Maybe I'll try and map all of Remnant while I'm away. I don't think it's ever been done before, though. Then again, nobody has ever managed to assemble an army like this one..."

"Yeah, great."

Diaboli wearily pushed his hair out of his eyes, but not in an unhappy way. "We'll have to contact Nobel before I leave, and figure out how the Patched will function while I'm away..."

"No, we won't."

Diaboli suddenly stopped pacing, his smile fading. Behind him, he heard Smiler rise to his feet, barely three metres away.

"And what exactly do you mean by..."

The knife shot out so quickly he barely saw it. But unlike with Hector in the forest, he was too slow. The point of the blade slammed into his face like a bullet - and while his Aura protected him from losing another eye, it still felt as if he had been hit in the head by a train. He stumbled backwards, clutching his face and screaming every profanity he could think of as he was consumed by the terrifying thought of going completely blind. Meanwhile, Smiler punched down on a button on the door controls, to which they obediently slide open, leaving nothing but air between Diaboli and a 3,000-foot drop.

"Veneni...!!!" he snarled, recovering enough to spit out the poisonous name. "...I swear when I..."

"No. Call me Smiler," the killer growled. And then, with one final effort, lashed out with a powerful front kick which caught his former best friend full on in the chest, sending him tumbling out of the aircraft with a curse - only to be whipped away by the wind like a leaf in a tornado. As he watched Decadere Diaboli fade away into a black spec in the distance, Smiler realised that for the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn't smiling - and with it came great joy.

"Only my friends call me Veneni," he finished.

(Aaaaaaand finish! Huzza! Kinda of a short RP, but it was a lot of fun. Thanks for agreeing to do this, by the way. I haven't actually been able to do a story-orientated RP before, so this was very interesting. I'm planning on starting the next arc as in short-story format, so I may take a break from RP's for a bit)