Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160321022154

Azulius was dead silent as his teammate told her tragic tale. But the look on his face didn't seem like disgust or anger. If anything, he was either confused or surprised. After what felt like two eternities, he spoke.

" A Blank Invitation con.  Nobody at Beacon knows Laura, so she coulda been anyone.  Unless ya found someone who knew her,  nobody'd have any reason to think there was a trick.   So, all this time, you've been pretendin' to be someone else.  And I had absolutely no idea.  I was fooled.  By you, who has a completely average poker face, no offense.  I was fooled.  Is everything I know a lie?"

Azzie slumped in his chair, his mind rebelling at the thought that his teammate, sweet innocent Laura, had completely fooled him. Quite simply, it did not compute. He didn't move from his position until he noticed the maid sobbing.

"Come on, doll, crying don't suit ya.  Ain't no way I can be mad at ya without winning Hypocrite of the Year.  Hell, you had good intentions.  If Cedric thinks the way I would, he got to you by threatening your mother.  You did this to protect her.  I did what I did to protect myself from what folks would think.  Kinda hard making friends when you're born into the big, bad crime family that runs the kingdom." It was hard to tell if Laura/Daphne was listening, so the magician went to Plan B:  wrapping his arm around her for a hug, offering her a clean blue-with-pinstripes shoulder to cry on.

"There's a time we all gotta cry, and it looks like right now is yours.  Just let it out."