Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150917235318

Trigo Cardamom diligently followed Brick's tracker, amazed that such a device really existed. Back when the enforcer had first gotten his start, if one had told him that such devices existed, he would have asked you what you had been drinking, and if he could have some.

''The tracker says he's inside this building. Either that, or he's on top of the roof, which given his style, is far more likely.''

With as much stealth as the drunken master could summon, he climbed up the fire escape and reached the rooftop where the phantom was resting.

"Evening, sir!" he cried out with drunken joviality. "Lovely weather for a jog among the rooftops, wouldn't you agree?" In a flash, he had drawn Destra and pointed it squarely at the Faunus.

"And by the way, hands where I can see them."