Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160725071041

"I don't care who you are. I don't care who the Dragons think they are. What I do care about is sending a message. And after today, I think my message has been heard."

His whip began to unravel again, and when at its full length it began to scrap its point across the ground is a small circle. "I gave you a chance. All you had to do was confirm that the intended person had received the Scroll and we could have talked. Instead, you decided to try and use it as a way of threatening me. Hell, I gave you what you wanted by turning Smiler in - and you couldn't even be bothered to pay him a visit!"

He turned to Smiler then, looking for some sort of confirmation. But something was wrong. The scarred serial killer had been clawing at his throat ever since the magnets had activated. He was trying not to make a big deal out of it, but the clenching of his jaw muscles and the pain in his eyes was a clear indicator that he was in sheer agony. It took Diaboli a moment to realise that it must have been due to the voice modulator in Smiler's throat being pulled down towards the ground, tearing up his already-damaged vocal cords in the process.

"So apologies if I had no choice but to come here directly to talk to you," Diaboli lied, deciding to ignore Smiler's suffering for the time being. "I never wanted this either, but you've forced my hand. So either you can choose to continue this little feud of ours, or you can end it, here and now. And let me just say, I would advice against bringing any more of your Dragon friends into another war anytime soon. What with the whole incident at the Goldmine and all...I don't think they'd appreciate it."

(Just seems strange considering the person had never seen any of them before)