Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161217233334

Despite Zanipher's surprising openness, Diaboli wasn't quite prepared to let his guard down. That being said, he was remarkably more relaxed now than he was previously.

"Waiting," he replied simply, reaching for his own drink, but retracting his arm when he remembered the cup was empty. "I'm actually kinda stuck here, until restrictions on flights are loosened. I'd much prefer to be back home in Mistral, to be perfectly honest. But after our last encounter I had a few...problems...I had to deal with."

He lowered his scarf as he spoke, so as to reveal the rest of his face. And as he did so, he began tapping away on his Scroll.

"I wouldn't get so hung up over the past, by the way. It's not like I was expecting people to roll out the red carpet as soon as I set foot on this continent. I'd actually have been more worried if somebody hadn't tried to stop me."

Diaboli finished what he was doing and pushed the Scroll towards Zanipher. It showed his personal budget report for the Patched for the last few months on a simple spreadsheet.

Sales profits - *000,000 Lien 

Wages - *00,000 Lien 

Bribery costs - *00,000 Lien 

Predicted cost of rebuilding the Goldmine - *000,000,000 Lien

''Overall profit? - Hah! No. ''

"Looks like you're going to get your wish, though. Vale has proven to be way too hostile for my liking - and I come from Mistral!" Diaboli mused, although his eyes suddenly narrowed in mock seriousness. "Although that being said, if you had a couple million Lien you're not using, I could really use it right now."