Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150803032426

"A classic hive of scum and villany, then," Azulius concluded through another bite of hash browns. "Believe it or not, my sister once considered attending the place.  Visited, and said she'd learned more about deception and sneakiness from the family's tourneys of Remnant: The Game.  Granted, we do go a little over-the-top on that front, but the insult still stands.  She decided that the Atlas Business School was more her speed.  Still a dame who can handle herself in a scrap, though."

"Speaking of dames, not to sell dear Anise short, but pickpocketing ain't nearly has hard as the movies make it out to be," he spun his fork between his fingers, admiring how the motion was much easier with the heavy silver than with a card or coin. "It would truly shock and disturb you how little most people pay attention to what surrounds them.  It is that very inattention that gives we magicians license to do what we do.  Or so explained dear Blackstone, back when I was knee-high to a Beowolf."

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"Glad to see our younger soldiers still know how to handle themselves," Ochre observed, watching Scarab and Blaine perform their aerial assault, while Cordera provided fire support and Tomillo gave a new meaning to the phrase "run and gun".

"As for how I would fare alone, I would have to give that some thought," Trigo agreed, peering more closely at the scene of carnage. "The cultists don't look any better trained than the gangers that I fight by the dozens, so that's not a problem.  I can deal with the heavy machine guns, so long as I watch where I step." As the enforcer examined the fight, comparing it with hundreds of fights gone before, the Paladin reached into the garbage truck and withdrew two flamethrowers.

"That, however," Trigo continued, his face a few shades paler, "Would make this a proper workout, and a strenous one at that."