Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26104528-20161011040845

After a couple of steps, Fritz eventually went back to his usual sauntering gait. Large heel-toe steps, a bobbing of his shoulders, the works. Aside from the two things of tea, everything was normal.

"Y'know, if it's bugging you this much, maybe you should call Hargreave back and let her know you're out. Just collect the loot and call it a day." A mini-fritz in white-tinted armor hovered on his right shoulder. The exhaust pattern from the jumpkit seemed reminescent of dove's wings.

"Nonsense! This isn't the first time you've framed someone.  If you've done it once, you can do it again!" A red-armored mini-Fritz now materialized on his left shoulder with a three-bladed scissor halberd.

''Oh, it's not the job that bugs me. Well, kinda...But, well...''Fritz thought to himself.

"Exactly! We both know Stella wants nothing to do with the Black Dawn. She doesn't want to see anyone get hurt by them. For her sake, leave this for someone else..." Angel-fritz poked him in the cheek for emphasis.

"Listen, buddy. What you think Stella's reaction'll be and what her actual reaction'll be are two very different things. If you want your mind to make you a worst-case-scenario, it will. Remember, it made one bad enough that she was *this* close to transferring to Beacon before you could say anything. Aren't you glad I talked you out of it?" Devil-fritz retorted and Stahlfritz nodded in concurrence.

"Besides, think about it. You wanna go down in history as the guy who set-up one of the greatest False Flags in the history of Flagg, or you wanna go down as the guy who pussied out and left his pals high and dry for some Holier-than-Thou psychopath straight out of the comics..." the shoulder devil added, nudging the big man in the side.

"Don't listen to him. We drew a line that we would never cross when we signed on for this job. Are you really going to sacrifice what little morality you have left?" Angel-fritz replied, adding in a dramatic gesture or two.

"Funniest thing, I thought it was my job to be the self-centered prick." Devil-fritz snapped back, barely resisting the urge to re-enact the "Goobacks" episode of South Park.

"Eh, cripes this is a hard one..." Angel-fritz finally admitted.

''Ok, both of you guys. I'm at my floor so if you could...go away before this gets weird, that'd be swell.'' Fritz interupted the two of them.

"Too late for that, but sure." Angel-fritz pointed at the nieghbor who was giving Fritz the most befuddled look in a while before he and Devil-fritz poofed away in coulds of white and red, respecitvely.