Thread:Fedorastorm/@comment-26130256-20150530050157/@comment-26130256-20151011172001

Well, you asked, and thus you shall recieve:

"Hey, there, Honara!" Violet started cheerfully. "I still need to think of a good nickname for ya, so sorry about that.  This will be my little tell-all about the love life of my dear brother Zulie." Out of the corner of her eye, the rattlesnake could see Azzie jump a little, even though he was way out of earshot.

"Or I would, if I had anything to go on," the caparegime continued, her voice turning somber. "To my knowledge, Azulius hasn't had any real romantic relationship since he graduated combat school.  That's 3, almost 4 years ago.  If he had a girl, I would at least know he did, even if I couldn't figure out who she was."

"All I can tell you is that the break-up must have been nasty.  Azzie was going steady with this girl he met in combat school, and they had been dating for a good six months.  Now, he never even talks about her if he can avoid it, he was moping for a good two months before he went to go intern with the Harlequins.  And because the story doesn't have enough mystery yet, after the big breakup, he apparently decided to go drinking with Trigo, and you know what that means.  Somehow, he caught a dart or two in the chest when it was someone else's turn to throw, spent the night in the hospital, and now has a literal scar from the affair.  At least, that's the official story." Violet's tone showed exactly how she felt about the 'official story'.

"I don't know as much about violence as the rest of the family, but I've seen the scar once or twice.  It doesn't look like I imagine the scar from being stabbed with a dart should look.  Keep an eye out, if you ever see him shirtless.  Left pectoral, about four inches up." Her voice took a turn for the suggestive before becoming somber again. "My brother is normally a supremely good liar.  But his story on this one... it's like comparing the Mona Lisa to a finger painting.  It's painfully obvious something is up, but only he and Trigo seem to know what really happenned, and neither one of them is talking.  In vino veritas my foot.   I'd bet my entire investment portfolio that he did not get that scar playing darts."

"But how to describe the rest of Azzie?  Good question, but I finally found the answer.  Have you seen his page in that Black Dawn book?  He's in there under 'The Deceiver', got a fan made of masks, not a bad pic.  It's a pretty good metaphor for what I think is going on.  When he's lying or setting up a fake identity, it's almost perfect, just like he's wearing a mask.  But if he's so good, how do we know that all that gentleman con artist spiel ain't another mask?  How many layers are there before you hit the chocolatey center?  And with how much candy he eats, I'll bet his center is at least 40% cocoa."

"But as for what you asked about dinner and a movie, he always said that a movie is no place to get to know someone.  Walk through the old city, maybe, see the fight club, sneaking around someplace fancy, sure.  Or maybe even dancing; he's great with blues and he cuts a mean tango.  But don't let that babyface fool ya, he's going to be panicking on the inside.  Just level with him.  If you're having fun, let it show; if not, politely recommend something else to do.  And use some judgement with those nice curves of yours; I'm 90% sure he's still a virgin, and asking you out will already be a big leap of faith on his part.  Other than that, just give him a chance; it's always more fun to bet on the long shots.  Take care, Rattler!  Call me if you have any questions!" And with a smile the Eliminator could almost hear, the message ended.

Any further questions, just let me know.