Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160715053039

(Glad to hear things are going well on your end.)

Azulius closed his eyes and focused on the noises around him. Honara was still breathing heavily, the stalker had just transformed a weapon of some kind, and he was still looking for them (Also, "little snake" was a horrible pet name for Honara). Even worse, the comforting sound of covering fire from Daxton and Loretta had stopped.

He instead focused on his illusion, since the smoke was starting to clear, and if this guy turned around and looked their way, the wall needed to be flawless. Unfortunately, flawless was really starting to drain his Aura reserves, and he still hadn't fully recovered from draining himself breaking into the hitman's house yesterday or throwing Honara into that flip at the dance. He was starting to get dizzy...

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Violet was not running towards the fight. Ladies didn't run. She was walking with purpose, though the two did look similar to the untrained eye. Stopping about a block away, she checked the gear she brought. The older of the Cardamom siblings, when she had to fight, carried a cartoonishly large revolver, large enough that it fired small grenades or similarly sized ammuntion. How she fit so much ammunition in her purse was a mystery. She loaded up and overwatched the area, waiting for the smoke to clear so she could get a clear shot.