Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150729053722

"You say wandering, I say studying for the test," Azulius shrugged, walking past another block of Memory Lane. "Fake identities live and die on the strength of their details, especially in con games."

"Example:  For this one job, I was playing the part of a Patch expat arms dealer who had been laying low in Mistral for the past year.  If I went to talk to a mark, and he found out I didn't know the first thing about Mistrali food or culture, it's going to look a little funny, no?  You've got to prepare for every eventuality that they could question."

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Trigo leaned back in his chair, trying to make it look like he was stretching. Once he was out of Ochre's line of sight, he gave Zephrion his best sympathetic face. You didn't know any better, friend, his face seemed to say. Can't fault you for stepping on a land mine when you didn't know there was a field buried.  He turned back to the screen, just as Azulius had tried and failed to sell his "weapon jam."

"Strange, I would have thought Fritz would take advantage of the opportunity there," Ochre puzzled as he watched.

"Well, let's not forget he knows how good of a liar Azzie is," Trigo offered, watching his nephew scramble for cover. "He already knows to be wary of things like this.  If the boy was fighting a stranger, they would probably charge in at once for a takedown."

"Or perhaps he would attempt a ruse of his own," the Don offered as the hacked pickup roared to life.