Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20160111232412

"Thank ya kindly!" Azulius smiled, climbing into the Camry and mouthing Honara a silent "Thanks, doll" as he pulled his long legs inside. There were only a few downsides to being tall, and small cars and vans were one of them.

"Now, for tonight's performance," he held out his hand and created an illusion model of one of the Destral gunblades and bikes, as accurately as he could remember them. "I faintly remember their weapons looking something like this, last time I met 'em.  Didn't see too much of their fighting style, but just the shape of these gunblades can tell us a little bit." The magician focused, trying to remember all of Trigo's drunken, disjointed lessons about reading someone's fighting style.

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"What kinda help are we talkin' here?" a voice came from the bushes. After a few ruffles, the leader of the small band saw a figure in a suit among the ferns, pointing a submaching gun at them. Not only was the man's suit colored to blend in, but even his rabbit ears were painted green to resemble more leaves.

"Yeah," a voice came from behind. The voice belonged to a short young woman with a shotgun, who looked over the injured band suspiciously. "What's your story?  Give me the short version.  I don't think your friends have enough time for the long one."

"That's enough, Burgundy," a third voice came from the front door. In the time it took for everyone to turn and look, a man in a dark red-brown suit had snuck into the scene. His face showed he was well into middle age, but the man's brown eyes were clear, and his grip on his silenced handgun was rock-steady. Several of the more-savvy refugees paled a little. This wasn't any old operative, this was Sienna "The Sneak" Cardamom.

"Start helping them inside, but keep everyone's guard up.  When you finish, wake up my wife and tell her we have wounded.  Just her medical supplies, no testing." The underboss tilted his head towards the rabbit Faunus, who kept his gun aimed at the intruders, even when nodding in salute to his boss. "Ficus, call Doctor Mazzamorra, and tell him to bring a team here.  Offer him double his usual price if you must.  And as for you," he pointed his gun at the least-injured of the group, "Start explaining what the Dust is going on.  And stick to the truth.  Lying would just be a waste of time your associates do not have."