Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150707035642

"Yeah but someone had to drive, and you were busy killing people," Azulius explained, even though he really wanted to fire the Quad. Mission came before personal satisfaction, even when ridiculous machine guns were involved. Besides, it would be both humorous and satisfying to wind up working with Stahlfritz months or even years down the road, only to pull this old favor and demand access to the nearest big gun.

Since he couldn't possibly be breaking more safety rules than driving a garbage truck with an armored plow and HMG on top through the streets of Vale without a commercial licsense, he grabbed his scroll and called Violet, who patched him in to her crew on the ground.

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Cordera had just finished cutting the Dust (ignoring Blaine's jokes that it looked like she had invented lemon-flavored cocaine), mixing it all together, and loading her grenade when someone's phone rang. Blaine picked up, noting that the number came from Violet's rerouting.

"Little busy here, boss!" he shouted impatiently, putting the call on speakerphone.

"I ain't your boss, ace," Azulius explained himself. "Azzie Cardamom, Vio's brother."

"Well, how 'bout that?  I heard you were in town studying to be a Huntsman.  'Heard so many stories about you, especially when you were an auditor.  Like that casino heist in Mistral..."

"We'll have to trade war stories later, when we're finished writing this one.  But I need to tell you quickly.  Those suicide bombers you've got outside?"

"Yeah, it's a problem.  All we've got to stop 'em is a homemade Dust EMP Cordera's mixing up." Scarab explained, testing out the broomstick he had found in the alley. Nowhere near as effective as his lance, but it was light enough to use one-handed.

"Fine, but I've a better idea.  You're best bet is Ice Dust.  You can freeze the detonators in place and neutralize the explosive that way.  You have any Ice on hand?"

"Do we have Ice?" Cordera smirked, pulling a half dozen ice grenades out of her pocket. "Does Boss Trigo have liquor?"

"Thanks for the tip," Blaine agreed, loading his warhammer with the pale blue crystals. "I don't suppose you're coming to help with the cleanup?"

"We're already here!"

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Tomillo was doing the two things he did best:  screaming and evading death. Using the wrecked Paladin as cover, he had successfully killed two cultists before they had even armed their vests. He was now trying to lure the other four that had targeted him away from the tanker as he figured out how to kill them without setting off their bomb vests. Just as his idea well ran dry, deus ex machina intervened in the form of a garbage truck with a plow and giant machine gun rolling up from the other side of the carnage. The man on the gunner's turret hurled an ice Dust grenade at the other big mob of Dawnies, taking out a fair number of them without exploding. That's it! he thought. ''The ice either freezes the detonator or cools the explosives enough that they can't ignite! It's perfect!''  Dodging pistol fire for the umpteenth time today, he loaded the Ice magazine he had brought and made surprisingly short work of this opponents. Now to help the rest of his team...