Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170523181828

The sudden mention of the name Galloway caused Diaboli to almost trip over himself as he walked, and it was all he could do to place one foot in front of the other as he continued in a straight line down the pavement.

''Galloway? How the hell...''

He glanced to the side and cursed internally. To his right was a silver-haired girl, looking directly at him with eyes of burning orange. She looked younger than him - probably around the same age as Blanc, although the intensity of her gaze and the way she matched him stride for stride belied her years.

From her clothes alone, however, he assumed she was a Huntress-in-training. He could always tell the would-be saviours of civilization in a crowd by how they favoured a particular style that was in some way unique to them. It was the same reason why he could always tell apart a Huntsman from an everyday citizen - they hadn't suffered grinding boredom that was the typical lifestyle.

But this one was different. When he was around her age, he had been confronted by many students hoping to snag an easy bounty by turning him in - even if they didn't know who he was, or if he was even a criminal. They always wandered in their little teams, though, and yet he didn't sense any other threatening auras in the area.

This one was alone. And that was unnerving.

He put on a quizzical look in an attempt to buy more time to process what she had just said. Somehow, she knew about his involvement with the 'Dragon' from Vale, Zanipher Hei'An. She also knew about that FenHong girl Zanipher had told him about - what was she, a customer of hers or something? He couldn't remember. From the sounds of it, she had somehow gotten on their bad side, and judging from the fact that she knew about him, he could guess what it was about.

Just as he was about to reply, however, several amused voices to his left caught his attention. Walking alongside them was a trio of hoodie-wearing delinquent types, who had overheard Platinum's words and had began conversing amongst themselves in less-than quiet voices.

"Did that chick just call him Galloway?"

"What? You mean like the conman? Ha! That dude looks nothing like him!"

"Yeah, has she ever seen one of the posters before? Must not be very smart...kinda hot though..."

Diaboli rolled his eyes at the last comment and tutted in annoyance. He'd only chosen the name Donovan Galloway since he'd seen the name so many times on wanted posters. The last thing he wanted was people thinking he was also a notorious trickster in the underworld. Luckily - or perhaps unluckily - the Huntress hounding him hadn't seen one of the posters yet.

He waited for an opportunity, then jerked his head to the left in a 'follow me' gesture before turning away from the crowd and stepping into the relative calmness of a short alleyway between two buildings. It was hardly secluded, but at least he could stop walking and avoid any more comments from outsiders.

He only walked several metres in before he stopped and leant against one of the building's brick-red walls, frowning at Platinum as he did so. Her knowledge - or at least suspicion - of his true identity was concerning, but he wasn't ready to acknowledge her as a personal threat.

Not yet, anyway.

"You know about the Dragons?" he eventually enquired, folding his arms and generally exercising an air of confidence. He still had no idea who this person was, but he'd find out soon enough.

"I'd have set the bar a little lower if I was in your position," he continued, in his usual humourous voice. "Try arresting some friday night thugs in the slums or something - in my experience its easier than chasing fairy tales."