Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150422225031

The moment the muscle sounded the alarm, Azulius became a completely different person:  He slouched a little in his stance, his smile became one of cocky self-assurance, and, when he sauntered a few steps towards Lucifer, his Vacuan accent sounded thicker that Iris had ever heard it.

"Hello, gentlemen!" Azzie began, every inch the salesman. "Lovely evening for petty theft, wouldn't you agree?  I'll make this quick.  Our names are of no importance.  What you need to know..."

As he said this, Azulius reached into his suit jacket and withdrew an ornate medallion, with his family's symbol in the center. Some of the goons began muttering to themselves, so the symbol's meaning clearly wasn't lost on them, "...is that I am here on behalf of the Cardamom family, and I bring a business proposition for one Mr. Lucifer Iplitan, boss of Satan's Legion."