Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26130256-20161011000636

In his friend's absence, Azulius Cardamom had taken over the living room of the safehouse, spreading out blueprints, shipping manifests, customs reports, everything they had about the warehouse they would be robbing soon. The magician was mostly spending his time bouncing ideas off of Brine on speakerphone.

"Why would they need a hermetically sealed box for a painting?" he asked.

"The usual idea is to fill the box with an inert gas to prevent corrosion," Brine explained, "Though with how Master's does things, I imagine something much less innocent.  My first guess is a gas that combusts on contact with air.  We open the box, gas burns, no more 500-year old painting."

"So, if we do move the painting, how do we get it out?  You can't pull a vacuum on a room that big.  Diving bell?"

"I think so," the distorted voice mused. "A solid, airtight shape.  Fill it with helium or something nonreactive, open the painting in the top of the bell.  Should be fine."

"Great," Azzie took another enormous bite of chocolate. "But how do we know we won't find something similar guarding the box?"

"No way you could make an airtight safe like that without us finding evidence about it.  Not to mention they would be destroying one of the most valuable things in modern history.  Furtherm-" Brine's signal quality dropped, and his words were garbled by static. "-that was odd.  What's your battery life at, Azz?" The magician looked at the screen of his Scroll. Instead of looking at his battery, what drew his eye was a text message from Brine.

''Stahlfritz is coming back in 30 seconds. You NEED to talk with him. In private. Keyword: Coconut Samoa.''  He rolled his eyes. The static must have been a trick to make him look at the screen without alerting Stella. Now to wait...