Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160426221910/@comment-26130256-20160516010029

"Osiris, my dear!" a loud, somewhat drunk voice echoed through the warehouse. The voice belonged to Trigo "The Tornado" Cardamom, one of the criminal underworld's living legends, who had just kicked the door open as he swaggered into the room. His yellow suit was freshly cleaned for the occasion, and his eskrima-shotguns had been freshly oiled and polished. "How have you been?"

Following shortly behind was another man in a suit, but much younger. His dark blue suit stood as a stark contrast to his companion, but they were similarly built, and had the same shade of brown eyes.

"Azulius!" Trigo shouted unexpectedly. "Any sign of anyone else?"

"Hold on, boss," Azulius replied, his eyes glowing blue. A second later, a spotlight appeared above Moira's head, ruining any stealth she may have had. "Just this dame in the shadows."

"Excellent.  I'll assume you're our other contact, miss?"