Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150418043018

"I sure hope it's me," Azulius responded with a smile, stepping into the light. "I'd hate to think I'd been stealing some other schmuck's name for all these years.  And to answer your question, I was wandering around practicing some sleight of hand for the people, when I hear this explosion from this direction.  I figured someone may have needed help, so I ran over to lend a hand.  'Course, if I knew it was you, I would have come just to record it for posterity, since you clearly had it in hand.  Granted, there's no such thing as a sure bet."

As he spoke to the girl, Azulius moved from body to body, checking the six goons for any identifying information. Some wallets, scrolls, one guy had a "Preferred Customer Discount" card for what he guessed was some kind of strip club in Vale, but absolutely nothing tying them to any gangs or families he had heard of. Smiling, Azzie took a picture of the demon's head on one man's suit, planning to send it to his sister to pick her brain. Finished, he stood and looked Iris in her slit-pupiled eyes (which he still couldn't decide if they were attractive or creepy.  Or both.)

"But what about you?  The way I had you figured, you'd be back at Beacon's workshop, up to your elbows in your latest mechanical marvel.  Don't tell me you're thinking of getting in the vigilante business?"