Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150801001900

"Yeah, the stuff goes great with a fondue pot," Azulius agreed, grabbing a piece for himself and part of a crusty Vacuan loaf. "But if I understand my basic electrophysics well, the only way to disrupt those pumps is shooting through the cages, with enough lightning power to cause damage."

"If you were holding still, a tricky shot.  In an actual scrap, I'm probably better off with the time-honored tactic of 'shooting you until your Aura hits zero.'  Assuming that escaping and sneaking past you isn't an option."

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Zephrion's expression may have been neutral, but Trigo knew too much about people to not guess at the CEO's emotional state.

"Perhaps you don't understand," he began, looking the man in the eye. "I am Trigo 'The Tornado' Cardamom.  I fight dozens of men at once, while drunk and singing show tunes.  There are men in the Vacuan underworld who are convinced I can only be killed by a vial of Black Dust.  When I want a one-on-one bout that makes me work for it, I need to find a professional Huntsman.  Or maybe one of your Eliminators, we'll see on that front.  So when I tell you that Opal Cardamom scares me more than any person alive, I want you to understand exactly what that means."

"Meanwhile, back in Vale," Ochre cut in impatiently, trying to enjoy the movie. Azulius arrived at the scene of battle, and had just finished being ambushed by a squad of Dawnies. As the last man pulled out the detonator, the magician charged.

"Mundus vult decepi..."