Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20150823201433

"I'm a magician," Azulius replied coolly. "I defy the gods at least a half-dozen times before breakfast."

As the mysterious woman appeared and talked, an entire set of emotions flashed through Azulius's head. At first, he tensed, thinking that after slogging through innumerable cultists, the boss fight had finally begun, and just as his hearing had recovered. Next, he had to fight to keep his focus as he realized the very touchy-feely woman was devastatingly attractive. Making things worse, he could tell by her stance and movement that this dame was no stranger to melee combat.

How was Azzie going to take this woman down? The idea to pull an Elizabeth Sparrow came to mind, but he probably wasn't a good enough kisser to distract her enough to make the cuff, not to mention how embarrassing it would look if he failed. But finally, an answer came in the form of Stahlfritz walking in the room, shooting a cultist who had also just walked in the room, then leaving. As the cat-eared cultist turned to watch the body fall, Azulius took his chance, grabbing the woman's wrists and securing them with the handcuffs he had concealed in his pocket. To add to the distraction, he made a swift kick to the back of her legs, dropping her to her knees in the middle of the lobby. Keeping one hand on her belt and the other on her collar for control, he leaned in close.

"Abracadabra," he smiled seductively, giving her a quick peck on the forehead. "You fascinate me, dollface, but we're gonna hafta talk philosophy later."