Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150717005305

"Yep. I think I actually know someone whose whole thing is making herself look stupid so nobody ever takes her seriously."

Fritz booked a ticket back to Menagerie for the next morning. Immediatly after, his scroll dinged with an update to the Archives. Someone had recovered an updated copy of the Order Demonology. While it was mostly written as a religious text, it also doubled as a way for the Order to organize various individuals who had become a hassle to them.

"Hey Azzie. Take a look at this." Fritz presented on his scroll, the newest addition to the copy Flagg maintained. A grotesque, tarot card-like, charicature of what looked like a tuxedo wearing court jester weilding a glaive-guisarme in one hand and holding several masks like a fan in the other. The title above read "The Deciever." and the rest of the document was a flowery description of basically how Azulius fights and how his semblance worked.

"Think the order's taken a liking to ya. By the way, the Order really likes sleeper agents, false ops, mass chaos, and seeding paranoia."

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Meanwhile at Flagg, professor Bailey watched as Ochre and Trigo made thier exits. Personally, he believed in combat natural selection; kill the weak first. Outright killing their number advantage as fast as you can was the best course of action to him. On the other hand, if Trigo managed to make it that long following his MO, there must be some truth and usability to it. Ah well, more tricks for the student's bags.

Rare were the times Zephrion found himself with a spare moment and when he did, he'd just see them as more time to get things done. The man was notorious for working during breakfast, lunch, and dinner as well as late into the graveyard shift claiming "what else is there to do?" No more paperwork for the day and the rest of the Board had fallen eerily quiet ever since Trigo came on.

"Holly, is there anything else that needs my attention?" the Workaholic wondered.

"Uh, find a hobby that isn't work-related." the secretary said as she went home for the evening. As Zephrion went back to his desk to sort out his pens, his scroll rang with an offer from Ochre to come and watch the footage sent by Fritz. Seeing as ignoring this might not look too good (after all, it was his loss and not following up all the way looks bad), he responded saying that he was on the way.

A little while before arriving at the Hotel Pinnacle, Zephrion had stopped to purchase two bottles of Champagne as a token of friendship. After all, that was what he was interpreting this as.