Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-5999656-20161219183856

The rapid fire clicks emitted as Diaboli extended and recoiled his weapon made Zanipher bristle unconsciously. In the same way that one automatically ducked upon the sound of gunfire, she'd been trained to react immediately after hearing a threatening noise.

"Well, that's how it goes. But you must have been one busy teenager in a garage, if some of your records made it across the ocean," she said, crossing her arms. She narrowed her eyes. How old was Diaboli? He looked somewhere around her age, but beyond that it was impossible to tell. She tried to imagine him ten years ago, strumming out an old guitar and singing off-tune lyrics, like some passionate dweeb. The conversation was getting a little slow for her taste.

"How's Smiler doing? The last time I heard him speak, he was making a vague threat about eliminating you."