Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150601204231

"I was personally hoping for a... preferred customer discount.  But if you wish to offer a share of your profits in addition, I wouldn't insult you by refusing."

"And once it becomes common knowledge that you are working with me, only fools will give you trouble,"  Ochre explained. "Ever since Jasper Cardamom, my grandfather, founded our happy family, one of our core values has been to take care of our own." Seeing that Zephrion didn't look entirely convinced, the elder of the two Cardamoms continued.

"Perhaps a little story will set your mind at ease.  It was a little over a decade ago, that one of our employees showed up at the manor gate, beaten to an inch of his life.  He had been visiting his sister, who lived in the territory of a group called the Rowan Street Gang.  They found him, noticed he worked for us, and decided to give him a good working over.  By some miracle, he made it to our home, but I am confident that if his Aura had not been unlocked when we employed him, he would not have survived the journey." Ochre's eyes glazed over a little bit, remembering the pain in his hire's eyes. His hire. "Now, you should understand, he was merely an accountant we had hired the month previous, not exactly a prestigious position.  And he was a Faunus, if you believe that detail to be important."

"Before the sun had set, two of my more skilled fighters had located the Rowan Street base of operations, killed the man responsible, and then exploded the structure.  All of the Rowan Street members who survived the fighting and the blast were arrested by the police.  Now, their gang can only be found in the history books."

"In my defense," Trigo added, trying not to blush at the story, "the explosion was an accident.  I was testing out some new chokes for my shotguns, and one of my shots got deflected.  It hit the gang's private Dust-refining still, which some idiot built right next to the gang's very large moonshine still.  For what it's worth, the resulting fireball was gorgeous."

"It sent a proper message, Trigo," Ochre reassurred his son/employee with another smile before turning back to Flagg. "So you see, Zephrion, if my organization reacts thusly to the assault of a simple accountant, I daresay a valuable ally such as yourself has little to fear.  My enemies may be powerful, but they are certainly not stupid."