Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150610221112

Azulius winced in sympathy as Hitori took an unscheduled, yet temporary dirtnap. Now what did he do? Nico and his boys were supposed to be in prison right now, and yet here they were. He needed a new alibi, but he needed some evidence to go with it. Then he realized where he was:  The closet of a group of crazy Hitori-style vigilante ninja assassins. Perfect.

One of the many interesting lessons Azzie had picked up over the years was the fact that, properly disassembled, most climbing harnesses were indistinguishable from bondage gear. Hiding Roaring Moxie behind a trunk, then taking advantage of someone's climbing gear and pocketknife, he fashioned for himself a set of handcuffs and leg restraints, then cut a convincing gag from the cuff of his trousers, which were already ruined from the fighting, maintenance tunnel, and Grimm fighting (It's been a busy night, he thought.)  Best of all, with his knowledge of escapology and rope tricks, there were enough false knots in the process to free himself in seconds.

Ignoring the taste of the fabric in his mouth, Azulius began to signal the mobsters for help by shouting through the gag and banging his head against the wall of the closet.

"Mrph Mrrphrr!  Mh Mrhphr, MMarpmrrhm!"