Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150512060557

"Bit late for running," Azulius replied, tapping his message on the deck of cards in his pocket using the Morse he had finally memorized to within standards. The backpack slung over his shoulder contained his home-made Tesla grenade, some rope, lockpicks, and anything else he needed to pull off a heist.

Or at least, make it look like he was helping pull off a heist.

Mentally, Azulius was doing better than he had two nights previously, but not by much. Luckily, a half-hour's crying, plus two days to finalize things and build his last-minute touches had given him something else to think about. For now, the best thing he could do was take Azulius Cardoso, the Beacon student, magician, and recent victim of unrequited love, and throw him in the back of a mental closet so that Azulius Cardamom, criminal mastermind and Mob liason, could come out to play.

Leaning casually against the van, Azzie tapped three times on the passenger door, hoping the occupants got the message. It was go time.