Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150727044756

"Well, with the money my family has lying around, tuition was already a given," Azzie shrugged, trying his hardest not to sound like he was bragging. "The tragic bit is that my share of jobs like that one is locked away.  As part of the deal of working for the family, as a family member, Mom and Dad made me agree to put most of it in trust until I either get married, agree to work for the Cardamoms full time, or now, graduate Beacon.  Something about not blowing it all on booze like my uncle.  Most of my spending money comes from odd jobs like today or what I can win gambling."

"As for our evening venue, it's a little place called the Melange a Trois ," Azulius continued, grimacing a little at the pun. "As their name implies, it's a fusion restaurant, and they pride themselves on sending their head chefs on periodical paid vacations to different parts of the world to learn the cuisine, then bring back the secrets.  If you can describe it, I'll bet someone there can make it, combine it with something else you never expected, and make it taste amazing.  Not exactly the place for a student on a budget, but with the money coming our way today, I can indulge a little for an old friend."

"They don't send me to be sporting," Trigo half-pouted, half-smiled at Flagg's sense of humor. "They call me in to send a message.  You can probably imagine what sort of message it is."

"I can understand Mr. Bolton's ideals easily enough, but such tactics always struck me as lacking restraint," Ochre mused. "To kill a man is no great feat.  To capture him alive takes skill.  To take him unharmed is most impressive of all.  Reminds me of a boardgame from the east that Azulius was talking to me about.  Go, or something like that.  According to legend, the mark of a master is to always win, but only by the slightest margin.  Perhaps not a tactic I would translate directly into combat, but the concept is still worth stri--"

While Ochre contemplated, Azulius had barely dodged the kick, almost grabbed hold of Fritz, and had just launched his earsplitting sonic assault, which the CATSAI had failed to mute. All three of the men in the room, as well as two very sharp-eared Faunus walking past, covered their ears until the screeching had passed.