Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-5999656-20161226231120

Automne and Bernie spun around at the sound of Diaboli's voice.

"It's him," Automne hissed quietly to her partner. Bernhardt only lowered his gaze in response, evaluating Diaboli's clean-cut figure.

"Thieves, both of you," Zanipher called out, and the two students whirled back around to find that the Dragon was standing directly across from Diaboli, with the two of them sandwiched between the mob bosses.

"You took something important from us. We'd like it back before it becomes a problem. Do that, and we won't have to bother you more, understand?" Zanipher's tone was cool, commanding, but her stance was relaxed. Best not to cause a scene.

Automne wanted to run. If this man and this woman were as high ranked as they had spoke of being earlier, then it was likely she and Bernie would be sorely outmatched in combat. But at the same time, where could they run that the mafia could not reach? Beacon was gone, and the walls have ears and the doors have eyes.

Bernie straightened up and tsked, placing his hands behind his head as though he hadn't a care in the world.

"Sure, sounds great and dandy," the boy started, "We'll give you guys what you want if you," he twirled and pointed an accusing finger at Zanipher, "Tell us where Fen is."

Zan merely raised an eyebrow. The blonde took it as a chance to continue.

"I mean, sure you guys are good at killing and all, but we're in possession of enough info for the police to incriminate both of you," he said, pivoting to gaze into Diaboli's shades, before speaking towards Zan again.

"And if you guys try to come at us by force, that'd just put both of you in the open, am I right? So you're stuck trying to negotiate with us, correct? Look, let's have an open exchange of communication. I'll give you the tape and you tell us where our friend is. And we'll leave this incident in the dust."

Bernie turned to Diaboli again.

"I might have some friends around. They like the rooftops, you know."

He's got guts, Zan acknowledged, though with not even two semesters of education at Beacon there was no way either of them could stand a chance against her. She was seriously considering dragging them back to her building and administering a good beating to get the information out of them, but that would take too much time. However... the boy talked big, but the girl was tense. If she could separate them somehow, remove Bernhardt's confidence...

''Ugh. Should've brought some subordinates with me.''

"Diaboli, she's closer to you," she said with a smirk.

(For the sake of the plot, feel free to lay a hand on my OCs for PvP scenarios.)