Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150802054209

"Estellia sounds like a hell of a dame," Azzie nodded respectfully. "Congratulations to you both," he raised his glass in mock toast before draining it. Yeah, two screwdrivers was as far as the magician wanted to push himself on a school night. Straight orange juice would be his best bet to keep hydrated and un-hungover.

"But you're going to have to explain this Mayflower place to me a little more.  Sounds like a pretty pretentious name for a fetish club." While Azulius considered himself a little too classy for random hook-ups, he felt no shame (okay, a lot of shame, but that's not how the expression works) admitting that his romantic lucky streak was every bit as dismal and painful as his card-playing streak was logic-defying and legendary. No one could blame him for being curious...

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"My thoughts exactly," Trigo agreed, smiling fondly at the memories he had formed with three of the four mobsters. "I've worked with most of them before.  Good people, more than competent, but I don't know who that dog Faunus in green is."

"He gave his name as Tomillo," Ochre explained, having read through the boy's personnel file a few days before. "A bit undisciplined, as of yet, but he undoubtedly has potential.  Hold on a moment.  What he and Cordera Pastor are setting up.  Aren't those..." he squinted at the projector.

"Yes, some of our old super-spike strips!" Trigo confirmed, chuckling at more memories. Since Zephrion hadn't registered the joke yet, the enforcer took it upon himself to explain. "To explain, those camoflauged spike strips are reinforced and built with shaped Dust charges.  We originally designed them for use in armored car robberies.  Not cheap, but after the first truck filled with gold bars, they practically paid for themselves.  But how did they fair against the Black Dawn, I wonder..."