Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160228093759

"You realize I have three friends with guns at your head?" Azulius replied coldly, keeping his attention on the lock. "And you must be new in town if you really think this kingdom needs protecting from us and not the other gangs.  If we were White Hatchets or some other group, you would either have your throat slit or be sold into slavery right now.  Probably after they had their way with you."

"None of us Cardamoms are getting canonized any time soon, but it would serve you well to learn how to separate what someone does from who someone is.  If you were really Azulius's friend, you would understand that fact."

A subtle click came from the lock, and the man put the picks away. Gingerly, he slid the door open an inch, only to stop and utter a list of colorful curses.

"Good news?" the man with the silenced pistol asked sarcastically.

"Booby trap on the door.  Dozen claymore mines, aimed to spread out at us.  If I open the door any further, they'll be burying all of us in the same coffin."

"Blanc, go help him," Silencer Man gestured, and the short woman with the shotgun walked over to assist with the trap. "Also, miss, you dodged the question.  You told us why you were sent here, but we asked you who."