Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20160125004740

"Not a problem, Tori," Violet smiled, fond memories of her carreer flooding back. "Just think of the Cardamom family for all your revenge-related needs."

"And if Dad and Trigo were here," Azulius added, "Dad would probably say 'Hello' also and invite you for some tea, and Trigo would grab his butler and give you an appointment for that rematch, along with the two dozen other folks who want a piece of him." It had been a long time in coming, but Trigo had finally had to hire a personal assistant, a young man named Alfredo, to help him keep track of his appointments, most of which were either part of his job in the Cardamom family or just an old rival who wanted a rematch.

"Yeah, sounds like them.  Now, unless you need me for something, I've got quarterly earnings reports from the entire Vale stock exchange to go over back at the office.  Take care, little brother!"

"You too, Vio!" Azzie smiled at the rapidly fleeing Bullhead, impressed that the caparegime didn't use his hated nickname for once. He turned to his newly fire-forged friends, smile still on his face.

"Well, that was a helluva way to spend the evening.  Now what do we do?"