Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150910054127

(No, friend.  Azulius saw ALL the ghosts.  And they all want to kill him.)

"I'll be right back," he promised before turning and walking out the door. After a few seconds of pacing, a hot dog from the vendor cart,  and paying a nearby hobo five Lien for a quick nip from his flask, Azulius was relatively calm.

But feeling better about the problem did not mean the problem was solved. Someone from the Blackbriars was in town, planning something. They left the card in plain sight, so they clearly wanted someone to see it, someone who would know the meaning of the mark. And the logo from the casino only added to the mystery. Azzie racked his brain for any reason the 'Briars would have used that card, which must have come direct from Atlas. Regardless of what was going on, he jogged back to tell Shani to be on her guard, since the gang from Atlas had never been adverse to collateral damage in pursuit of their goals.

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Looking over the top of a newspaper in the museum's entrance, Uriel fought off the urge to cackle evilly. All of his most recent jobs for the gang had been of as "smash, grab, and run" nature, so it felt good to finally stop and smell the roses, especially if it entailed inflicting some psychological distress on the man whose family had ruined you twice over. All he needed to do now was wait for the phantom to spring his end of the trap, and everything would be going his way.