Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26130256-20170724064750

"Is that so?" Edom smiled at the coincidence. "I'll make sure to pay attention, then.  Any idea where I can stash my bag?" he held up his suitcase and looked around, only to find a backup shuttle loading a small pile of similar luggage. "Never mind, I think I've answered myself.  Be seeing you guys around!" The newcomer gave a happy wave as he dropped off his bag and walked towards the main gym.

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"YOU HAVE FREAKING GOT TO BE FREAKING KIDDING ME!"  Azulius mentally screamed as he descended the stairs to the basement. All his plan required was a few weeks at Flagg where none of the people he knew were present, which wasn't more than 6 or 7 Eliminators, plus maybe an equal number of non-combat personnel, like Director Hargreave. And Stahlfritz Panzier, perhaps the one Eliminator who knew him best (with Honara as a close second), was not only in town, but was the TA for his class! How unlucky could this trip possibly get? Not since the freaking Bruges job had things fallen this far apart, and Azulius had to crossdress to save that one. Fortunately, everyone involved had sworn an oath not to discuss the Bruges job without his permission.

This wasn't purely about being discovered, not anymore. While Fritz had the best chance out of anybody to blow his cover, that wasn't the only reason the imposter was incensed. He had no plans of telling him, but Fritz himself played a major role in Azz's decision to take these classes. It all started a few months ago, when Zephrion Flagg and Don Ochre met at a convention and made a few silly bets. One of those bets was repaid by Flagg sending Fritz to Vale to ambush Azulius and test his skills. This ambush degenerated into a lenghty dance through various streets and back alleys; while the magician could have absolutely given him the slip and returned to Beacon, the threat that this invisible assassin was aiming for Violet or somebody else under the family's protection made him stay.

The Predator knock-off manhandled him with infuriating ease, and he later learned that Fritz was using dummy rounds and trying not to kill him! If Fritz had been sent there with intent to kill, Azulius had little doubt in his mind that he would have succeeded. Their fight had been interrupted by a terror attack from the Order of the Black Dawn, prompting them to work together to save the city, but that didn't change the fact that whenever he saw Stahlfritz in a fight, he was reminded how, by all accounts, he should be dead. Which was never a healthy pattern of thought for somebody who was already a bit of a perfectionist.

Edom took a deep breath and stroked his beard as he approached the door to Room B102. Professionalism was his watchword for this job, and resentment over an inferiority complex was not a professional emotion. He was not Azulius Cardamom now, but Edom Chartreuse. And the only thing Edom knew about Stahlfritz Panzier was that his girlfriend was the white-haired girl with the stripes. In fact, he didn't even know his name, so what was there to be worried about?