Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20150621060528

Azulius gave his best Gendo pose as he listened to everyone's words. Luckily, they seemed to have a pretty well-balanced lot, with two melee fighters, three ranged fighters and whatever Detective Browning could be persuaded to help with. His mind already began running through scenarios, but it was hard to plan for anything without more knowledge. Azzie could already tell this was going to be a game of speed chess, which he hated.

"Mr. Panzier," he began, turning to the Eliminator. "You said something about a Crusader.  In my experience, any enemy with their own named class is bad news.  And if this person has the brazen genitalia to take on a Huntsman and win, I'd rather know as much as I can before I rush in gun-blazing."

"And it sounds to me like we'll need you more on the front lines, Browning," the magician mused, trying to offer his opinion as respectfully as possible. "I can jack-of-all-trades a little, but the reason teams were invented was to play to people's strengths and cover their weaknesses.  And as far as playing the non-lethal game," Azzie's cocky mask fell for a moment, showing a much more sincere face,  "I really doubt these guys will be extending us the same luxury.  I mean, if you can put someone out of the fight without killing 'em, go for it, but if I have to choose between ending one of these Black Dawns and making sure you all live to split a pizza with me after this mess is over, my decision is made.  Forgive me if that doesn't gel with protocol."

Azulius closed his eyes, massaging his temples with his free hand. Something about this job, working with this group, was bringing back memories, memories he had thought were properly buried.