Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20151218090105

(Because suicide bombings aren't emotionally turbulent?

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"I wish I knew," Azulius sighed as he sat down next to the rattlesnake, forcing his hands not to instinctively produce a deck of cards from nowhere. "I'm a conman, not a psychologist, even if the two overlap at times.  You and me both know plenty about the shadows; you from being an Eliminator, and I grew up in... a rather interesting houdehold.  There's a lot of bastards in the world, and they're pretty good at dodging what karma owes them."

"And as for that Destral dame... I can't believe I'm about to quote my sister, but ya can't go chasing sunk costs .  Beating yourself up over what could have been ain't helping anyone.  I speak from experience on that front." Honara had a strange look in her eyes as the magician talked. Eyes focused at the wrong distance, but still moving like they were interacting with something, definitely a flashback. It was the same sort of look that Azzie had seen on his grandfather, uncle, father, and numerous family employees. Heck, it was probably the same look he himself was wearing a few seconds before entering the room. He looked more closely at her eyes, hoping he would see a projector or something playing back the rattlesnake's memories.

"I'm a magician, but I ain't a mind reader.  If you wanna talk about... whatever's running through your head right now, I'd be glad to listen," he continued, scratching his scar again.