Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-5999656-20170603184826

(Hey, I've got a full time job now, so it's more difficult for me to post as often as before. Just a heads up)

Zanipher practically skipped around in her excitement. She definitely liked Diaboli's aesthetic, from the clean surfaces and sharp edges of minimalist interior deco, to the imposing Grimm sculptures and city skyline view, and the wall positively brimming with neatly organized souvenirs and macabre mementos. It was a little too showy to fit her taste perfectly - she liked to think of herself as a closet edgelord rather than an overt one - but she appreciated it nonetheless.

She slid up to Diaboli's small bar, eager to examine his tastes. Hopefully one would match hers, but even as her eyes scanned the colorful assortment of spirits, she realized wistfully that it wouldn't do to get wasted so early in the day - and she was embarrassingly lightweight. Instead, she settled for a glass of sparkling water and took a plush seat across from Diaboli.

Zan crossed her legs, clutching her drink lazily in one hand. She looked down at the painfully detailed model of Mistral, and scanned it in search of a marker for their current location. She cringed slightly at the placement of the largest structure, perched precariously on a mountaintop that had been cracked straight down the middle.

Damn, one good earthquake and that thing's coming straight down.

She looked back at Diaboli seated across from her, and couldn't repress a cocky grin.

"I'm all ears," she said expectantly.

Rogue Huntsmen were certainly a pain to deal with, arrogant and dangerous even alone. As Zan pondered this, she realized with a pang that she was a rogue Huntress herself. It was part of an engineered plan, hardly a spontaneous defection, but the milestones were there. Simultaneously socially withdrawn and extremely competent, she'd left Beacon a month before graduation following the death of her team.

Zan's face darkened as this thought came up, and her hand tightened around her glass. She'd never expected them to be killed so close to the end of school. She'd been haunted by their deaths years after it had happened, even after she was embroiled in the dramatic rise of a new kind of mafia. Even now, sometimes there were nights when she dreamed they were on that fateful last mission again. Knowing what would happen, she would try to save them, but either she would fail despite it all, or even worse, she would save them just to wake up and realize it was just a fleeting fantasy. A last wish.

She shook her head to clear these thoughts, cursing herself for spacing out during such a crucial moment, and looked up to meet Diaboli's icy eyes with her dark crimson ones. She smiled again, though this time it was forced.

"Ready to mete out justice when you are."