Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20160605220338/@comment-5999656-20160616050128

Zanipher turned to examine the truck, saying nothing for a moment. Only after she had taken the luxury of a long pause did she give a single, light laugh. Zanipher knew deception, she was versed in it. But Neil romped with it, rolling with a persona that was clearly, joyously fake. Well, two could play at this game.

"Sounds like fun, Neil. I'll inform you more as we go," she said, drawing up to the truck before pivoting to face him again. Her hands were still in her pockets.

"But my men will be following this vehicle the entire way. And if you're thinking of pulling a little scheme on me, I'd suggest you kill that thought this moment."

Zanipher was willing to play along. It was her personal belief that prospective allies should be convinced into working together, not coerced. And while the Dragons as a whole most certainly possessed the power to force somebody to work with them, and had done so before, that just wasn't her style, you know? Only shove when you have no other choices, but shove hard every time.

Zanipher went up to the passenger side door and opened it, taking a seat. The space was small, she noted. Neither her guandao or his lance would be very useful if they tried something in here, so if they scuffled it would be with small weapons, like a knife, or unarmed.

"You asked me why you should believe me. If it's a show of strength you want, I don't think I can provide explosions." Zanipher turned to look closely into Neil's face, and his peculiar shades. She could see the reflection of her eyes in them, dark and almost lazy.

"I'll tell you it once. Who am I, you ask? Zanipher Hei'An, Eighth Dragon of Vale. I lead the underworld's leading information retrieval service. That's how I know you. No information is safe from us. If we want to know something, well, it's only a matter of time." Zanipher laughed again. "But that's just me. Every one of the Nine Dragons leads an organization which specializes in a criminal art. You want weapons, you want a foreign luxury good, you want your biggest enemy tortured? We can do all of that, and more. But what we can't do is steal a painting or ancient artifact from a museum. Our clients have a wide range of desires and unimaginable heaps of money to offer for our jobs. And we just got tired of saying, "Sorry, we don't know how to do that'. Do you understand where I'm going, Neil?"