Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150722181144

"Thankiya" With that, Fritz disapeared into the washroom. About maybe fifteen minutes later he emerged, almost no evidence of what his previous outfit was.

"I was going to provide my own little soundtrack, but it may have been a little too vulgar for your tastes." He presented ZZ Top's "Sharp Dressed Man" on his scroll. "Anyway, you see any bulging?" It was a shame that whoever made these was only willing to sell to the cardamoms. Somehow, Fritz managed to squeeze and re-arrange most of his gear from earlier into it somehow. Of course the only thing that didn't quite fit inside was Sturmhund, but nothing a semblance cloak couldn't solve.

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(Same, especially considering Zephrion's watching this for business rather than entertainment.)

While Zephrion personally disliked it when Fritz sent in edited footage, mostly because it was unprofessional and led to integrity issues, he was happy that the Cardamoms enjoyed it. Besides, chances were that he still had the original on hand.

The camera panned to the files on Azulius, which all of the document save for the pictures were blurred out. Understandable since in any other circumstance, the client would have said that was completely confidential.

As the remaining conversations went on and the scene faded out, the next scene on the roofs faded in. Fritz completely bypassed the arrival and safehouse bits for obvious reasons. At this point, it all looked more like a parkour video than an ametuer action film. Regardless, from the clarity of the footage, Zephrion knew this would make an excellent case-study for future eliminators. Maybe this entire contract from a drunken gamble wasn't a total loss...