Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150604053428

"Well, the projector was mainly stocked with old movies, so I saw a lot of those," Trigo explained, smiling at the memories. "Barrel Flynn, Aurora Hepburn, Carrot Grant, Henna Bogart--a little dated, sure, but it was a different feeling in those movies. Back when the stars had a certain decorum you don't see all that often nowadays." Before he could elaborate on his theories of cinema, Trigo noticed Ingraham walking back to the bar. Smelling something he didn't recognize, the enforcer tapped the young Eliminator on the shoulder. "Say friend," he began, "I honestly have no idea what you have in that flask there. And given what I drink, that's no mean feat.  Care to enlighten an fellow rabblerouser?" === Ochre laughed out loud. "Mr. Flagg, I dare say that was the whiskey talking. The rumors I was referring to were about the skill of your people.  Some people tell me an Eliminator is a one-person army, and others say that's a rumor you yourself propagate to massage the prices you can demand.  But if we're simply going to believe rumors, then that drunken buffoon," he gestured towards his son, who was still speaking to Ingraham,  "who fights entire teams of men while drunk and singing show tunes, can only be killed with a vial of black Dust."