Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160210093017

Azulius ran through the back alleys of Vacuo like a man posessed, ducking laundry, dodging drunks and homeless, and even using Roaring Moxie to pole-vault over an under-construction road. After what felt like far too long, he finally arrived at the Plaza, looking past a few shop stalls to find his friends and fellow magicians. After a few minutes of wandering, he finally heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Azulius.  So glad you could finally join us.  And here I was worried you'd forgotten where the Plaza was," a slow, deep voice resonated through the crowd.

The mobster turned around, finally seeing the tall, thin form of his teacher, and a few of his old friends from combat school who also loved sleight of hand.

"Blackstone!  Yami!  Sangria!  Brick!" he shouted, shaking their hands or hugging as appropriate. "Ain't you all sights for sore eyes!  How's Shade been treatin' ya?"

"Pretty good," Yami replied, adjusting his glasses with his monkey tail. "But how have you been?  You're the one off in another kingdom."

"Yeah, what he said," Sangria added, fanning herself with her weapon, a thick butterfly sword. "Is it really as cold as they say?  And what about the people?  Easily fooled like they are here, or a little trickier?"

"Oh, you guys know me," Azzie gave his trademark knowing grin. "Whatever cards Fate deals me, I keep coming back for more.  It gets pretty cold up around Beacon, and the people aren't that much harder to fool than they are here."

"But that reminds me!" he opened his deck of cards and gave them an elaborate spring. "I figured out this new application of the Maltese Control.  You're gonna love it..." With more than a little pride in his creation, he began to demonstrate his new technique to his old friends.