Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20151120194655

(Why does everyone hate Stella?  And that would be a funny RP to have everyone both "in the moment" and commenting from a later time.  Perhaps after a complete Charlie Foxtrot of an incident?)

Azulius nodded slowly as he reached into his pockets and slipped on his brass knuckles. While he would agree that Flagg was not known for their sqeaky reputation, he was pretty sure that their friendship with the De La Croix and the Cardamoms could be the straw that broke the camel's back. As he worked, he focused his Semblance, preparing to blind and deafen the Destral with a flash of light the moment fighting started.

Niccolo just chuckled as he rose to his feet. "I assure you that my supplies are perfectly safe.  And if you were to harm my family's operations, then some of my clients might target Master's Realm to protect their supply lines.  And who do I have as my clients?  Let's see," the fence slowly grabbed his scroll and began to flip through the contact list. "Including but not limited to: the Torchwick Gang, The Blackbriars, Hei Xiong's outfit, Flagg of course, and even the Cardamom family.  How do you think Trigo 'The Tornado' would react if the one place that routinely stocked his favorite whiskey were to be damaged?"

Azzie resisted the urge to smile at Niccolo's threat. Trigo was well-known enough in the underworld to be considered a boogeyman, and he could back up every rumor about his skills. And making things worse, ever since he had recieved his position on Flagg's Board of Directors, he made it a rule to have at least one sparring match per visit to Sahale. Now that Trigo finally had some graduated Eliminators to spar with that stood a chance of beating him (one or two had already done so), the enforcer was training harder than ever.