Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20151019022729

If the atmosphere had been clearer, Azulius would have been overjoyed. "The Great Train Robbery" was one of his favorite books as a little kid, and it had been years since he read it. Sadly, his plans were somewhat derailed (no pun intended) by the cell block full of Faunus seeking his death. Considering the beating he had already taken today for being nice to a Faunus, agreeing against his better judgement to a prison breakout, and the fact that he was still short half of his chocolate, it was time to vent a little.

"This really how you're going to play this, Agnus?" he asked the retreating figure, his voice full of reproach. "I try and help you deal with Mikey.  I get the tar beat out of me when I deal with him myself.  I make you look decent in front of your boss.  I advise him on some... philosopical problems.  And this is how you repay me?  Throwing me to the wolf pack here?" Looking around, he saw one of the wolf Faunus seemed to take additional offense to that.

"It's an expression, ace," he apologized sincerely, "Nothing against you specifically.  Anyways," he switched back to being angry "If this is your way to thank folks, remind me not to help you anymore.  And to think they actually call your boss 'The Don'.  I grew up in the Mob, and a Don who doesn't protect his people ain't worth the cheap suit he wears." He stopped to feel the fabric of his prison uniform before continuing. "And we all here know a thing or two about cheap suits."

Azulius lowered his hands, resigning to his fate. The atmosphere in the room had changed, but there was no way of telling if he had sucessfully avoided being beaten or not. Hopefully even the White Fang still had some vestiges of honor left...