Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160227082554

As Laura cocked her pistol, two of the other Cardamom soldiers aimed their weapons at the maid.

"You must be new in town, if you think pointing a gun at a Cardamom soldato is a good idea," the hammer user warned, her weapon now switched into a shotgun.

"Stand down, Ivy," the 'Mistrali' stranger ordered. "It doesn't count as self-defense if you shoot first." Pulling a set of lockpicks out of his suit, Azulius knelt at the garage door of the warehouse and began picking, keeping his fake accent.

"And to answer your question, I got this gun from its owner.  Azzie and I are old friends, going way back.  My weapon was in need of repairs, so he graciously let me borrow his.  He's a good man like that.  I owe him a beer when this is over.  But before you ask me anymore questions, answer one of mine for me.  Who sent you here to spy on the Cardamom family?  And don't insult my intelligence by saying it was Ozpin."