Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438

Location: Unidentified Alley, Faunusburg, Vale, 11:37 pm

You can tell a lot about a man by what he thinks about as he walks. For Uriel Thorn, he was busy comparing which of the many elements of his life he hated the most. Was it being in Vale, the happy-go-lucky idiot of the kingdoms? Or maybe walking through the Faunus ghettos to pay a large sum of money to an information broker that hopefully had some dirt on where to find his current target? Or the target himself, Azulius Cardamom?

Definitely that last one, he thought. ''I would move to this junk pile for a year, and give a smooch to every Faunus I saw if it meant putting a bullet or two in that punk's head. Hopefully, "Mr. Pickle" can help me with that. Who even picks a nickname like that anyways?''

He stopped walking to check his appearance in the glass of a closed storefront. Light yellow shirt, brown slacks, black suspenders, and his beloved Macauhuitl-Shotgun holstered at his side. All was well as he walked into the alleyway. Five brutish types stood around the area, concentrated around a plain doorway. Uriel was convinced he could take them all on at once, but killing the goons of a man whose help you needed was considered bad manners in most places.

"Evening boys," he said jovially. "I'm here to see Mr. Pickle." 