Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20151123054842

(Halfway there...)

With a shrug of his shoulders, Azulius rose to leave, nodding a thank you to Niccolo. Before leaving the room, he turned to the Destral, a poker face firmly attached.

"About that whole 'spit at the heavens' thing, doll... You're absolutely right..." Then, with an Illusion-assisted feint, he drove his elbow into the girls face, who stumbled directly into the waiting arms of one of the De La Croix bouncers.

"However, you and yours are sorely mistaken as to who is who in ya little metaphor." Actually spitting on the dame seemed to cross the line, so he made do with another illusion.

"And what would you recommend I do with this one?" Niccolo asked, gesturing to the Master's operative. Just when it seemed she was about to wriggle loose, the bouncer activated his taser-gloves, and any attempt at escape died abruptly.

"I can't say I relish the idea, but I figured you would be following protocol," the magician shook his head while he left. He had never liked the usual "protocol" that was used in organized crime, but there were times it was the safest option. Besides, if this girl wanted to waltz into the office of Vale's biggest arms dealer, what did she really expect would happen? Don't sit down at the big boy's table unless you can afford the big boy's stakes.

"Mizz Estellia!" one of the other workers stopped her. "If you're lookin' for secure transport, I'd hafta reccomend you use our metro.  Put you two blocks from Coronado."

Passing through several secure doors, a maze of hallways and an elevator, the worker took them to an abandoned metro station, with a medium sized cart waiting for them.

"Now double time it, unless ya fancy being roadkill!" the cart driver greeted them impatiently. "We're racing against the Vale Metro's timetable, and they stick to it!"