Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150722071355

"To be brutally honest?  The moment they wrote 'Azulius Cardamom' on my birth certificate, the normal ship sailed and it hasn't come back to this port," the mobster sighed. "And add in my childhood, taking up magic, my time as an auditor for the family, and then making it into Beacon, and I'm not entirely sure what normal is.  I'm kind of curious, to be honest.  But just to see what it's like, I don't know if I'd like it or not."

"As for the suit," Azzie elaborated, removing items from the old jacket's pockets and laying them on the coffee table. "As a bit of a young pyro, I can tell you nothing is fireproof if you set your mind to it.  Take our big fight with the Order, for example.  Before today, I probably would have told you that an Atlesian Paladin was as fireproof as you could get, but there was some kind of big ol' burn right through the cockpit."

"Though to be honest, the main purpose of the suits is concealment, with as much protection as you can add.  Some jobs, you want 'em to see you coming from a mile away, so they know exactly who they pissed off to deserve this.  That's the whole reason they send my Uncle Trigo out to play every once in a while.  Worst case, you throw on some extra armor.  But some times, you want to work the way my dad does.  Be completely beneath suspicion, get in, do your job, get out, and leave no evidence you ever existed.  And for both these approaches, the family pays good money to make sure the genius behind these things sells them to us and only us.  And I'll admit, it just feels fun walking around the city carrying all of this with nobody the wiser."

Making his point, he gestured to the small pile of gear he had removed from his suit coat. An extra drum for Roaring Moxie, two box magazines full of Dust ammo, a set of lockpicks, his brass knuckles, two decks of cards, Scroll, what appeared to be a decoy wallet, a handful of raw Dust crystals and two small smoke grenades. Azulius then pointed to the nearest washroom so Fritz could change.

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(Not sure what's the best way to write this "Zephrion, Ochre, and Trigo React" arc, so here's my best guess for now:)

The first scene of the movie was Fritz's arrival at the hotel and meeting with the Cardamoms. In what looked like some quick-and-dirty postproduction, the scene was overlaid with a sepia-tone filter, and backed with a classic noir jazz song.

"If I had known I was on film," Ochre smiled, "I would have brought my fedora and a cigar.  Complete the image, as it were."

"And I would have ditched my fedora," Trigo frowned. "I'm trying too hard on the 'mysterious bodyguard angle', and hiding my face with the hat just makes it worse."