Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150419204500

Seeing the look of poorly disguised rage on the snake Faunus's face, not to mention the battle suit in ready position, Azulius stood from his lunch and shrugged in apology.

"I'll take that as a 'no.'," he began. "But my sources got back to me about Satan's Legion, and I figured you'd be curious what I uncovered.  Also, thank you for helping me advance the field of Semblance manipulation by at least three days."

Luckily for the magician, he had a feeling Iris would be in a mood of some kind, so the Azzie she was walking towards with murderous intent was in truth another illusion. The real one was a few seats away, disguising himself under a large, brown trenchcoat he'd borrowed from another student at the table.  For a mobster, there is no paranoia, only justified concern.