Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150915055416

"You bastard," Azulius shot back, his voice coated in a poison born of anger and self-loathing. Just the other day, he had joked with Shani that he had no idea how burnt feathers smelled. He knew now, and he hated it. Most people at Beacon, especially his close friends, thought that he was the kind of person who never got angry, but they were mistaken. Most of the Cardamom family worked like pressure vessels of anger--push them long and hard enough, and they will erupt on you, and Azzie was perilously close to his limit.

"Fine, I'll tell you the story.  The fall of the Rowan Street Gang.  I was barely eleven when it happened, so I don't remember it all perfect.  But once upon a time, there was this group on the North Side of Vacuo called the Rowan Street Gang.  Not guys you wanted angry at you, but still minor leaguers.  Apparently, one day one of their crews was out collecting protection money, standard gang stuff, and they're at the home of some Faunus widow.  Her brother was there visiting, and he took offense.  So the Rowan boys beat the living tar out of him.  Somehow, he managed to stumble and crawl all the way to my family's house, Cardamom Manor.  I was outside playing pirates or something when he collapsed at the gate.  I ran to get my dad, he ran to get the doctor, and I overheard them talk--"

Uriel had tried to silence Azulius by shooting him in the shoulder, and down he went. This time, the Aura took most of the damage, but the magician was still cradling his arm. "Poor sap was one of our accountants, not a fighter.  The doc said that he barely survived.  If we hadn't unlocked his Aura when we hired him a few months back, he wouldn't have even made it to our turf, much less our house.  I still remember his face, looked like he had gone a few rounds at the fight club.  And those rabbit ears, quivering, pleading for help... I'm taking that to my grave." Azulius shivered, and a few more tears began to form.

"You know what the Cardamom famiy motto is?  'Mess with one, mess with all.'  So my dad and uncle grabbed their guns and went to go teach Rowan Street what that means."

"You can't seriously be buying this crock," Uriel interjected, looking paler than before. "He's a crook!  He lied to me, he lied to her," he gestured towards Shani, "And he's probably lying to you too."

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Speaking of Cardamom pressure vessels, one could almost see the steam struggling to escape Trigo's ears. He took a deep swig from his flask before standing to descend to ground level.

"Tell me everything is in positon," he ordered clearly into his scroll.

"We're good, boss," a voice responded. We found the power connection for the building, and it's just begging for a recoilless rifle.

"Same here, boss," another soldier chimed in. "I've got Azzie's locker aimed at the sawblade, thanks to Azzie's camera giving me the numbers I need.  I'm ready to launch when you say the word."

"Capital," the Tornado smiled, preparing himself to cut his way through the Blackbriar reinforcements. "Hold until Azzie gives the signal."