Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160525043621

"First:  If you had a woman this beautiful paying attention to you," he gestured to Honara, "you'd probably be a little distracted too.  Second:  now that I look around, you probably just used a version of the Reverse Pashmina.  Gets the job done, but I could never use it without Blackstone teleporting behind me and slapping some sense into me." Azzie pantomimed being slapped by his old teacher.

"Third, I'll gladly give ya that raincheck, have your people call my people.  Fourth:  This." As the magician bowed deeply, a smoke bomb dropped out of his suit, and soon gave ample cover for five Azulius/Honara illusions, each with their own heat signature, to run out of the cloud in different directions...

Just inside the gate to the park, Azzie placed his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath. "Never managed five illusions with heat before," he explained to the rattlesnake. "But it seems  like we lost her."