Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150514210358

Azulius was sincerely praying that no one from the family ever found out exactly how this  job went down, because his ego would never fully recover. Granted, the Legion was full of untrained buffoons and this was his first job he had ran himself, but only a lousy craftsman blamed his tools. Iris's aid notwithstanding, of course, she was certainly a pro.

"My weekly poker game got cancelled," Azzie sarcastically told the new interloper as he lowered Roaring Moxie to a less-aggressive position "and I needed something to entertain myself.  But in all seriousness, Iris came to me with this crazy scheme, said some of these gangsters tried to jump her, and she wanted revenge.  But she needed someone with a silver tongue to sell her story, so she asked me to cosplay for the evening.  And you know how I'm a sucker for a pretty face."

It was a good story, enough truth cut in with the lies to throw Kazami off the scent. But how to get him out of here without any still-conscious Legionaires finding out? The obvious course was to knock the boy out, but that was never quite as easy as the movies made it out to be. For now, Azulius decided to keep talking, trusting that the same "silver tongue" that got him into this mess could get him out. Hoping for some ideas, he steadliy tapped a simple "Now what?" to Iris using Roaring Moxie's action.