Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150422042306

Azulius had just barely made it back to his dorm when he recieved Iris's text. He laughed out loud, and memories of home came flooding back. Violet's recipe for coffee, if you could call it that, could wake up even the recently deceased, but when it wore off, it did not let you down easy.

He remembered days where the family would be together doing something, Violet would come down from her coffee high, and would immediately resemble a puppet with her strings cut. Some days when she went to work and stayed late, one of her coworkers would have to drag her to Cardamom Manor over one shoulder like she had been drinking all morning. Good times.

Grabbing a pen and paper from his desk, Azulius drew some schematics and flowcharts of his latest devious scheme. He had been party to some crazy schemes before, but this was the first one that Azzie was running on his own. Making things worse was the fact that he had to successfully con three different groups of people into believing completely different, mutually exclusive things.

He had to convince Lucifer and Satan's Legion that he was a high-ranking liason for the Cardamom family, and that the family genuinely wanted to go halfsies on a bank heist.

He then had to make it look convincing for the cops that the Legion broke into the bank all by themselves, and that he and Iris were never even there.

Last, but not least, he had to convince Iris that his ties to the Cardamom family were completely an act, instead of the unvarnished truth. If this actually worked as planned, this con game would put him in the history books, if it didn't put him in a casket first.