Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20150623183503

Azulius Cardamom sat a few meters away from the gathering group at landing pad 8, trying to look interested in the newspaper he was holding. He was wearing a black tearaway suit over his usual blue one, and the fedora and red sunglasses completed the "Generic Xiong Gang Henchman" disguise. He didn't usually show up to meetings like this, but he usually wasn't on edge.

First, Ozpin had just come unpleasantly close to finding out about Azzie's involvement in a speculation deal on the school's secret Fanfic Stock Exchange. And just a week before, he had been attacked by Stahlfritz Panzier, an Eliminator, in what was easily one of the toughest fights of his life. Then the Order of the Black Dawn showed up, and the two had to switch gears to working together. ''And now here I am, willingly walking into another piece of Flagg intrigue. Am I a masochist and just don't know it? I think I might be. ''Fortunately, the man in Eliminator armor was not Fritz. Similar build, similar overconfident air, but certainly not Fritz.

Standing up, Azzie sauntered over to the operative, who was now flanked by a short young woman with an eyepatch and some basic armor and an even shorter girl in white robes with an armband.

"Excuse me, friends," he said with an accent while he looked over the top of his shades at Ingraham. "Are you the ones with the Lemuria job?"