Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161214203413

It was several hours later, when the group had returned to Vale, that Diaboli woke up again. One second his eyes were closed, and the next they flicked back open - as if a switch had been flicked in his brain, telling him it was time to wake up. Some colour had returned to his face, and with some assistance, he was soon walking again. Blanc, Mizuki, Nobel and Tragoedia all stood around him as he sat down on a metal chair outside the Bullhead in the middle of the Vale airport they had set out from.

"So...do you think he's dead?" Blanc asked him, obviously not having to name the person she was referring to.

"He fought in a duel, fell from the sky, was crushed by a concrete tower, was eaten alive by Grimm, and then was bombed from orbit. Yeah, I think he's dead." It was Mizuki who answered, in a sarcastic tone that earned her an annoyed look from Blanc. Diaboli didn't object to this, but clearly wasn't satisfied with the way things had played out.

"What's wrong?" Mizuki questioned, raising her eyebrow at his lack of energy. The young crime boss looked at his bandaged hand and tried flexing his fingers, but nothing happened. With a sigh he gave up.

"I guess, in the end, I didn't really want to kill him," he admitted, frowning in thought. "He was my best friend, after all. The only person I could count on to be madder than me." He laughed at that, several happy moments flashing through his mind. But then the memory of him plunging the syringe into Veneni's neck, and watching him tumble to his doom wiped those happy moments away as quickly as they appeared.

"What now then?" Blanc asked him, genuinely clueless about what was left to do. Mizuki clearly had some matters to settle with Diaboli, so she was probably going to stick around a while, but beyond that she had no idea what was next.

"Well," Diaboli answered after a pause, "I still have some things I have to deal with, and I'm sure Nobel is itching to get back to his wife, so there's only one sensible thing left to do."

"And what's that?" Mizuki questioned.

Diaboli chuckled at her response. "Why, to go home, of course!"



''Prologue - A few months later... ''

''A green-haired young man waded through the thick snow as fast as his legs could carry him, fleeing towards the woods outside the perimeter fence of Frostbite Asylum. He'd cut himself on the barbed wire on the way, but he didn't care. All that mattered was that he got away from that place - and as fast as possible. ''

''He should have been more careful, though, for the next thing he knew he was lying face-down in the ground, twitching violently as jolts of electricity flooded through his body. Behind him, a group of black-clad guards and medical doctors jogged over - a taser rifle smoking in one of the guards' hands. ''

''"Nice shot!" One of the doctors exclaimed, congratulating the guard with a pat on the shoulder. The guard didn't respond, so the doctor turned to his friends. ''

''"How did he escape this time? Weren't the counter-measures put in place to stop this kind of from happening?" He continued, earning several looks of uncertainty from the other doctors. Before any of them could respond, however, a voice rang out behind them.''

''"Make way! Coming through!" the voice shouted, to which the group quickly parted. Stomping through the snow behind them was a tall young man with dark blue hair, dressed in smart work clothes under a well-worn lab coat, who appeared to be in charge. ''

''Nobody spoke as the young man lightly kicked the would-be escapee over with his foot so that he could look him in the eye. ''

''"You don't seem to be very grateful, Patient 616. Do you not like the new presents I gave you?" The man made a tutting sound as he reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Patient 616's hair with his robotic hand and yanked him upwards. "Somebody needs to teach you some manners, don't they? Perhaps I'll work on your brain next, just to see if it still works!" ''

The man threw the patient back into the snow, before rising to his full height again and motioning to his guards.

''"Take him back to his cell. I'll deal with him later," he ordered. The guards hurried to obey, and the patient only had time to shoot the man a look of loathing before he was quickly carried away. The man watched him go for a few moments - hands in the pockets of his coat as he realised how cold he had become. ''

''"Just you wait, my friend..." Skye Helldrix murmured under his icy breath, "...your time will come. Just you wait..." ''

(I think that just about wraps this RP up. What did you think of it?)