Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-5999656-20161219224313

Zanipher rocked back and forth on her feet rather aimlessly. So Diaboli had offed his second-in-command. Not an unexpected end for someone as deadly as Smiler. It was one less wild card in the game.

"I was much more worried about the possibilities of him coming after me," she said coolly. "If it had been him instead of you back there, I don't think he would have hesitated to rip the place apart just to get to me. So I much prefer you at the helm than a broken serial predator."

She matched Diaboli's leisurely pace down the street, both hands in her jacket pockets.

"I'm still employed at the Syndicate, you know," she said, fully aware that Diaboli was merely distorting the facts to poke at her.

"Beyond that, though, I don't know if I can say much. The people in charge now are far more capable than I was."

She glanced over at Decade, weighing the chances, and deciding there was no harm.

"You can easily search my name online. The first result should be my LinkedIn account, it'll give you all my basic info. Work experience, education at Beacon, all the good stuff. After all, we are a legitimate corporation," she said with just the slightest tongue-in-cheek humor in her voice.

"But anyway. Think you might be able to sing something for me?" Zan was curious as to whether Diaboli actually had any musical talent. You never know, right?