Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20151111163705

Azulius nodded in approval. With their similarities in technique, he had very little trouble believing that Rojo and his dad had worked together at some time. After another minute, Iris's scroll beeped happily, and the pair entered the compound, Hitori hoisted over the magician's shoulder.

The door to the great hall itself was protected by a simple key lock, which he quickly took apart with his lock picks. He gently set Hitori down by the door, placing him so he would be out of sight. He nodded to Iris, and Morse-tapped that she should find another entrance and be ready to move in if his "negotiations" went poorly.

People often asked Azulius what was the key to a good lie. Usually, he explained something about consistency in the story, keeping your emotions and voice in line, or maybe the proper use of details. But as he kicked the double doors open and walked into the now silent-with-shock great hall, he realized that a much more important element was sheer, old fashioned, brass balls. Or ovaries, as the case may be. The mobster walked into the room and aimed his gun at Lucifer.

"Iplitan, you backstabbing two-faced son of a harlot!" he shouted, keeping the boss squarely in his sights. "I should shoot you where you stand!"