Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20150519044131

As the detectives conversed, Azulius Cardamom was talking with his older sister, several blocks away. As usually happened when he talked with Violet Cardamom, he was rapidly approaching the end of his rope.

"For the last time, sis, I am not your WIZARD HOOKER!" he shouted into the phone, earning several confused glances from passerby, wondering what he could possibly be talking about.

"But Zulie!" Violet pleaded. "It's the only way, and I had nothing else to bribe him with!"

"You could have figured something out besides pimping out your brother to the Vale PD." Azzie hushed his tone. "And since when do the Cardamoms make deals with cops?"

"Ever since Customs started waking up and doing their jobs.  I need  those shipments from home to get here without anyone knowing.  I talked to the Chief of Police, and he said if we could lend a hand with this 'serial killer' business, he'd look the other way."

"You're not lending a hand.  You're lending me.  Big difference."

"Well, none of my people have the expertise,"  Violet countered, trying to make her puppy-dog eyes noticable through a telephone call. "You grew up in the family, you've heard everyone's stories just as much as I have, and you're a magician.  You know how to do things without being caught.  If anyone from the family in Vale can catch this guy, it's you."

Azulius breathed deeply, massaging his temples. "Fine.  But if we're going to pretend that I'm a Cardamom expert, I want to be paid like it."

"Regular family rates, plus 10%, and expenses.  Plus I'll make sure they throw in some good chocolate in that contraband."

"I want untraceability, too.  No one knows I'm a Cardamom unless they need to."

"Deal," Violet decided, her voice taking on a much happier tone.

"But I swear, Vio," Azzie warned, "If these 'shipments'  are just more of your accursed yaoi magazines, I'm gonna--"

The magician never finished his threat, because Violet chose that exact moment to hang up.

"Not just those," Violet replied to no one in particular. "And the word is doujinshi." She poured herself another mug of coffee as she sent her message to Vale's Chief of Police. Her consultant was en route to the crime scene, and the officer in charge there should keep his or her eyes peeled for a tall man with dark hair in a blue suit, probably with a deck of cards in his hands. Do not tell the officer on duty anything about his ties to the Cardamom family, and give Mr. Cardoso all the respect he deserves.

(Conversations always take up so much space.  Also, WIZARD HOOKER is now in my 'Top 10 things I never expected to type here.')