Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-5999656-20170605005709

Zanipher's eyes narrowed just slightly as she noted Diaboli's expression. She folded her arms and leaned gently against the edge of the mahogany table as she took a mental step back.

It was by all accounts impressive that the two of them were collaborating so well. True, their last interaction had been cordial as well, but the sheer fact that they worked so well together had two mutually exclusive implications. The first was that this was just an elaborate setup by Diaboli intended to isolate her.

But it was far too elaborate for this to be the case. If this was a trap, then there would have been no real reason for him to bring her to his home, or to offer her a selection from his private collection of arms, just as there was no reason for her to inform Diaboli of her true reason for coming here. Instead, if she used the principle of Occam's Razor, then the most plausible likelihood emerged: the two of them were highly compatible, both occupationally and socially.

It was hard to swallow. Not because it was bad at all, in fact, Zanipher had never been able to achieve this level of personal cohesion with the other Heads, or with anyone outside of her family, for that matter. That Diaboli was still willing to treat her with respect after the damage she'd caused to his forces was admirable. They'd been so eager to one-up the other the first time around.

''We are... not that different?''

"This Gren fellow. I get that he's probably a recluse, but he has to interact with at least a small circle of buyers. Do you anything about his weaponry, his firepower? Does he have any family or former teammates that he could potentially call for help?"

Zan straightened up and walked up to the door. She spun around with a flip of her black ponytail, and gave a playful smirk back at Diaboli.

"You can give me the lowdown on the way. And if you've got any tips on being a proper Mistralian gangster, by all means, let me know."