Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20150720033231

Out of his many personal qualities he sought to improve, Azulius always wished his situational awareness was just a hair faster. One minute, he's reading a mysterious construction worker to figure out his evil scheme. The next, his mute ally had pushed him face-first into the ground and all hell had broken loose.

The wall nearby had exploded once the chaos began, and only being on the ground had saved him from taking a chunk of masonry in some body part or another. Azzie would have to buy Akiba a drink when this mess was over. Still, his ears were ringing something terrible, and hearing anything was going to be a challenge for the time being. And something had to be broken from the shockwave. Still, there were a horde of bad guys in that hotel, and he had just found an idea.

Using his Semblance to thicken the grass around him, he army-crawled around to the side entrance, trying to sign to Akiba that he was now deaf and gesturing for the samurai to acompany him. In the old days of the Cardamom family, an automatic gun built to do high damage in close quarters was called a "roomsweeper". As Azulius entered the rooms one after another, taking down the distracted gunners with short, violent bursts, he finally understood the nickname, even if he had to almost get shot by his teammates to find enlightenment.

Once he had visuals of the lobby, he stopped. On most days, the decor alone would have offended his classical sensibilities. Making things worse today, there were four Black Dawn soldiers there, and their body language implied some kind of drug was in their system, probably some kind of stimulants that were illegal in 95% of the jurisdictions Azzie had ever worked. And there was something glinting in the light next to the stairs, a tripwire perhaps? And here the magician was, still with functionally no hearing. He was going to need a plan for this next bit, or some backup...