Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160222234031

Delta-06 wrote:

Shut up, conscience! (^My new favorite line from this RP, right here.)

 Azulius made it home to find his father, uncle, and one of the family lieutenants looking over a large set of blueprints. Big enough to almost cover the entire pool table. They must have been there a while, because the room already smelled of single malt scotch and oolong tea.

"Azulius, perfect timing," Sienna greeted his son with a handshake-hug combo. "I would be rather appreciative of your talents in a matter."

"But Daaaad!" Azulius gave his best 'overdramatic teenager' impression. "I was out with my friends!"

"No friends until you help me steal this warehouse full of illegal goods,"   The father smiled, and gave his best 'stern father' impression. They both laughed for a second before turning to the plans. "A few of my contacts tell me that the Blackbriars are moving some almost certainly illegal cargo into the kingdom tonight.  We've seen a bunch of workers acting strangely near Warehouse 24 at Dolphin Street, which is supposed to be closed down for rennovating."

 "So they most likely bribed the right people to let them use the warehouse to hide things until they could pick them up," Uncle Trigo explained, taking another swig from his flask. "They may try to move their goods tonight, or wait a whole week.  It's safer to strike while the iron is hot."

 "Sounds pretty textbook," Azulius agreed, studying the plans. "Where do I come in?"

 "The harbor is a maze," Sienna continued, pouring himself another cup of tea. "And if the goods in this warehouse are worth what we think they are, they will have some guards protecting it.  Our best bet is doing this silently, or at least taking them down quickly if they see us.  And thanks to Trigo's little incident with the Green Fedora Gang--"

 "I regret nothing," the drunken master muttered angrily.

 "We had to agree with the Council to place him under house arrest for the next two weeks, so we can't just let him go guns blazing like usual."

 "Ain't that a shame," Azulius shrugged, drawing a few notes onto the plans around the warehouse. "I think I see our options, though.  We're better off hitting them at night, less chance of being seen."

 "I'll make some calls, then." The underboss walked swiftly out of the room, and Azulius took a moment to pull Roaring Moxie out of her holster.

 "Sorry about this, darling," he spoke to his weapon. "I know we just got you cleaned up, but there's work to be doing."

 "You're still talking to that gun?" Trigo stared incredulously.

 "Hey, so long as she doesn't start talking back, I'm fine," Azzie shrugged.