Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26104528-20161222220153

"My impersonation game's a little rusty, so unlikely." Fritz said as the coffee maker whirred down and filled up its pot with Ibaalin Tar. Even a sniff of the stuff had a rejuvenating effect.

"I wonder what Violet would think of this stuff..." Fritz wondered outloud as he filled up a mug for Azzie. "Here's some sugar, but I like using honey instead." the cyborg placed a jar of sugar cubes and a bottle of honey next to the mug. While the former was your average store-bought fare, the label on the latter showed it came from one of the local farmers markets. Not the cheapest stuff around, but very tasty nonetheless.

"Short term's not what I'm worried about, it's the long term that's giving me cold feet." Fritz segwayed back on topic.

"This CS game relies on the Order giving a big enough kick in the balls to the Realm so they change focus. A few people die here, it's sad but expected. She won't lose her mind. But enough people get caught in the crossfire, she'll start getting antsy. If I get implicated..."

Right on cue, Fritz's phone goes off with an old-timey whistle that made his face go pale and his semblance go off, his body flashing in and out of existence. After stumbling back into reality, he answered the phone.

"Oh, hey!"

"Hi Fritz, just got the goods and I'm at the crosswalk." Stella said as she speed-read the receipt before stepping out of the store.

"At our door!?" Fritz asked a wee bit too loud, worried that she somehow got past Brine.

"No, the crosswalk near the store to our side of road." she replied sweetly. "Ok, what the hell is going on with you?" her tone took a 180 to stone, deadly, serious.

"Look...why don't we talk about it when you get back?" he replied, as if in defeat.

"Ok, you'd better be serious when you say that. See you in a few."

With that, the Tigress hung up, clutched her grocery bag, and phased across the road to avoid waiting for the pedestrian light.