Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150419063509

Once he was sure he was out of earshot of Iris, Azulius let out a cheer of his own. He just finished a conversation with a girl he deemed attractive, and not once did he stumble over his own words or sound like an idiot. He wondered why they hadn't talked earlier during the school year. Anyways, questions later, food now.

He had literally just taken the first bite of his ham-and-cheese bagel when Violet called him back. He swallowed forcefully and answered with a cheerful "The chocolatier's shop is closed at this hour."

"If he could smell the cocoa beans I bring to sell, he would open at a moment's notice," Violet responded, not even bothering to hide her impatience. "Seriously, who writes these stupid code phrases anyways?"

"I blame Uncle Trigo, personally.  What did you find out?"

"Quite a bit, Zulie.  Get comfy, this may be a while."

Obligingly, Azulius sat down, taking another bite of bagel. "Shoot."

"Okay, that logo belongs to a group called Satan's Legion.  They appeared out of nowhere a few months back, but they're already on par with the Torchwick Gang for size and firepower.  They basically control around half the city."

"That's certainly not good news," Azulius agreed.

"Tell me about it," Violet continued. "They're using Antroz Weapons Company as a front, so they have some good financial backing coming from somewhere.  They basically rule through fear, and anyone who gives them lip or knows too much can expect everything from family members taken hostage to old-fashioned beatings in the street.  That's probably why most folks haven't heard of them yet."

"Now, they've stopped expanding recently because they have a new boss, man named Lucifer Iplitan, and he's still getting things in order.  He's really new at leading, and he still hasn't figured out how to delegate, so he goes along on most jobs himself.  His weapon of choice is a pair of shotgun-blades, and he has some kind of fire-based Semblance."

Pausing for a moment, Violet's tone of voice lowered considerably, and she sounded much more sincere than normal. "Look, Zulie.  I actually met this guy once, at a negotiation, back when he was just an enforcer and a man named Necro was the boss of the Legion.  I looked Lucifer in the eyes, little brother.  That man is savage. Merciless.  Bloodthirsty, even.  By all that's good in the world, please don't tell me you're planning to take this guy on by yourself."

"I swear on my life," Azulius replied, "I am not taking this guy on myself." Which was, in a sense, true; he had Iris on his side.

"We grew up together, bro.  I can tell you're lying.  But I've done all I can.  If you get yourself killed, I can say I did all I could to stop you, short of locking you in Beacon."

"Trust me, Vio.  I've got a plan.  I'll keep you posted on the details, if only so they get my obituary right." Azulius was honestly more insulted that Violet saw through his lie than her words, but she was actually worried about him for once, which never happened.

"You'd better.  I'm going back to bed, and I expect my coffee within the week.  Good night." And with that, Violet Cardamom hung up, falling asleep within seconds.

Azulius looked at his scroll, slowly sliding it into his pocket. Lucifer Iplitan did not sound like a guy he wanted to take on directly, but his goons had attacked Iris, and Azzie just didn't let that kind of thing slide. What he needed was a plan...