Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20151029233738

Winking back, Azulius grabbed his cards and the candy and walked back to his cell. It was truly tragic what Officer Black had lived through, but he at least knew how to move forward, which was more than a lot of people could say.

After hiding his goods in the usual places, he flopped back onto his bed, trying to think through the officer's words. It was almost sad that Wolfe was telling Azulius about getting dealt a bad hand. Growing up in the Cardamom family, Azzie had a good roof over his head, clothes on his back, two parents who loved him and each other (it was a common saying that "Any mobster who don't respect their wife, or husband, ain't worth your respect"), and three square meals a day, plus the occasional snack. Wolfe, on the other hand, got forced to be someone's sex slave. How could he possibly think the magician got dealt a bad hand in life?

It was just as odd that the Faunus thought there was some secret, noble motive behind it all. The answer was, quite simply, money. Money and the challenge. He robbed banks and companies because of the money. He heisted art galleries and jewels because they could be sold for money. He wasn't a dick to the Faunus because there wasn't any money in it. And, of course, there was that rush about thinking your way past millions of Lien worth of security to secure his prize.

But what else was there? From magic to being sneaky, all of Azzie's talents were in deception, a quality which wasn't often in demand by the forces of good. He probably wouldn't be welcomed by them, even if he wanted to.

There's the big question, he thought as he tried to sleep once more. What DO I want?