Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161126224736

Diaboli frowned when he heard the beeping sound of Nobel ending the call. "Hmph...he could have at least waited for me to...ah, whatever. I'll tell him tomorrow. Probably..."

Relaxing his grip, Diaboli allowed Mizuki to drop to the floor, winded and gasping for breath. It took the better part of a minute for her to regain her composure again, during which he watched her motionlessly.

"What the hell was that for?!" she roared, stepping forward and unleashing a punch with all her strength at his head, to which Diaboli simply leant to the side, allowing her fist to crunch into the brick wall behind him. She yelped and cradled her bruised hand while Diaboli folded his arms with look of bemusement and mild disappointment.

"I was hoping you'd have improved in the last two years, but I guess I was wrong." He suddenly reached forward and lifted her off the ground by her armour, so that she was looking him directly in the eye.

"If you think you can just waltz up and defeat me like your little friends at Beacon, guess again. I could have killed you the moment I stepped out of my cell. I'm out of your league - it's time you realised that."

Mizuki raised her hand, as if to press something, but Diaboli caught it with his free hand and ripped the device from her hand, before proceeding to crush the shock controller right in front of her face. After several seconds he relaxed his fingers, allowing a steady stream of dust to fall out of his fist.

"Don't ever try that again," he warned, before lightly throwing her against the far wall. She bounced off it harmlessly and kept her footing, but rather than attempt another attack she simply gazed at him with a downcast look on her face. Diaboli studied her for a few moments before nodding.

"Come on, it's getting late." He turned away from her, pulling his scarf higher over his face as he returned to the streets.



"Well, we've got a while yet before we have to do anything," Blanc decided, before standing up and yawning. "I'll be asleep in the pilot's seat if there's an emergency, but right now I really need some sleep..."

Shortly after Blanc disappeared, Tragoedia's head suddenly shot up - his eyes flashing red for a moment before returning to their usual colour.

"''Medicus Nobel - an incoming transmission has been detected from an unknown location. Author unknown. Signature describes that it is intended for you personally, Doctor. Connecting..." ''

Tragoedia's eyes flashed white several times, before his head slumped forward. When he spoke again, it wasn't his voice - rather than the smooth, slightly electronic one he normally used, this was instead the dark, raspy, crackling voice of somebody speaking through a broken voice synthesizer.

"'Can you h-hear me, D-D-Doctor?" 'the strange voice called from Tragoedia's voice unit. It spoke slowly, with a painful-sounding stutter. '"I know you are t-there. Surely you haven't forgotten this v-voice, have you?" 'Perhaps with a normal voice, the stutter may have seemed mildly amusing, but with such a distorted voice it instead sounded unnaturally creepy and inhuman.