Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20151118171302

"Let me think," Niccolo replied, counting on his fingers. "Eight four-pound charges makes 240 Lien, plus the remote detonators at ten each, plus our fees for the untraceability makes 500 Lien, all told.  But, since Flagg is such a good customer, and I'd prefer that you keep coming back, I'll let it all go for 425."

"You're truly a saint, Monsieur Niccolo," Azulius joked, while another assistant brought him an assortment of drums and magazines of Roaring Moxie's caliber, as well as some loose Dust crystals. After examining them, he selected a few mags and crystals and began stuffing them into the pockets of his combat suit and trenchcoat. "And if you could charge this to Violet's account, please."

"Not so fast, Signore Azulius," the arms dealer smiled. "About half an hour ago, your sister called me personally and said that you had no permission to access the family's accounts.  However, I will gladly deduct the price of your ammunition from the wire transfer for the gun sales." The magician didn't respond, but his expression said exactly what he was thinking, heavily censored.

"Fair enough,"  he agreed, already planning revenge.

"In that case, my new friends," Niccolo rose to his feet. "If you don't need anything else, I will wish you all a good evening and a safe mission.  And if any of you are ever in Vale and in need of my family's services, please do not be a stranger.  Just look for the bricks."