Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170605173302

(Nice reference)

"Sure. The first thing is to not ask too many questions, or you'll annoy someone and end up getting stabbed," Diaboli responded in kind, closing all the doors they had opened before leading Zanipher back to the elevator they had originally used. This time, however, he pressed the lowest button on the screen - to the underground garage.

"Second, always look like you're wanting to stab whoever you lock eyes with. People are less likely to bother you if you look like you're happy and willing to kick their ass at a moment's notice."

Diaboli could talk for hours about the things he had picked up on during his younger years, but decided that Zanipher wasn't exactly the kind of person who needed the lessons. So instead, he began contemplating her other questions.

"From what I've learned about Huntsmen over the years, I think it's likely that he's still using the weapons he's been using for years. My informant told me that when he was last seen, he was carrying a large, metal bat-like thing, but for all I know it could be a rocket launcher as well.

"As for friends, I wouldn't worry about that. He's bound to have a couple of people doing the actual cooking parts for him, but they're nothing. From what I've heard, he's running the gig by himself. Besides, the place is so isolated that it would take too long for any backup to arrive even if he called for help, and somebody was lucky enough to be nearby."

He gave Zanipher a curious look. "I get that you like to be thorough, but you can trust me. I wouldn't be leading you into something I didn't think we could handle."

He then glanced away, smirking deviantly. "Don't worry, I'll protect you if the bad guy's too much for you."