Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20160227103852/@comment-26130256-20160314054243

"Thanks, but one more thing to point out," Azzie stepped out of the car and gestured towards a small brick bookshop. "I can't see it at this time of night, but you're a Faunus, so not a problem.  Look at the corner of that shop.  Six black bricks, alternating on the two sides of the corner.  That's how the De La Croix mark their fronts.  They've got places all over the city, but they all have those bricks.  Now, let's go in."

Inside the bookstore, a young woman in a nice suit was manning the counters. Petite, with black hair and glasses. A long cat tail waved behind her as she read through an older volume. Leo Tolstoy, by the looks of it.

"Evening, gentlemen," she looked up and greeted with a smile. "What can I help you find?"

"Actually, dollface," Azzie stepped closer, "I wish to see your private reserve."

"Oh!" she said with a hint of surprise before giving the second pass-phrase. "You have discerning tastes, then.  Are you here for yourself, or buying for another?" Azulius pulled out his medallion from his pocket and placed it on the counter. The cardamom seed engraving shown in the light of the empty store.

"Don Ochre sends his regards.  My associate here needs some computer hardware, and he's willing to pay upfront.  In Dust.  Is Angelique or Ciel in to appraise it?"

"I'll check," the clerk nodded, marking her page and walking through the "Employees Only" door.