Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150720173040

"I grew up in the Mob," Azulius said with some snark. "There is no such thing as paranoia.  And this one time my uncle showed up to dinner late.  He walks in the door, and his suit is completely covered in blood.  Everyone gives this look of complete horror, but how does he respond?  'Don't worry, none of this is mine!' And everyone relaxed.  I'm reasonably certain that most people wouldn't find that statement comforting." Shaking his head, he opened a nearby wardrobe, completely filled with suits of various sizes, colors, and cuts.

"If you don't have any change of clothes, I'm certain you can find something here that fits," he offered, switching his slightly bloody jacket for an identical blue one. "Course, given our sartorial predilections, I can't promise too much variety.  But it's the same type of combat suit I was wearing out there, and I'm still alive."

"Naturally," Trigo agreed, pulling an antique popcorn machine out of a closet in the room. "But I prefer mine fresh." He scooped up a small bin of popcorn and pressed Play with the other hand before flopping onto a nearby chair. The opening credits began with a picture of the Flagg Institute, altered to resemble the Malt Disney logo, followed by another parody using the Cardamom family crest.

"Impressive," Ochre smiled. "He either invented that just for us, which highlights his work ethic, or he keeps that video footage lying around for occasions such as this, which says great things about his style.  As Trigo said reviewing Mr. Panzier's file, the boy has panache."