Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150710050642

If anyone had been filming Azulius and the team, it would have been hilarious to see their different reactions to the story. Azulius had his eyebrow raised, trying to correlate this new information with what he already knew and expected. Tomillo was staring in complete confusion, having never met anyone in the family higher-ranked than Violet. Cordera was trying not to laugh, but a huge dopey grin had slipped through anyways. Blaine had stopped caring about professionalism, and was laughing as hard as he dared without opening his wounds. Even Scarab was breathing more deeply than before, and he was still unconscious/asleep.

"I wish I could tell you that would be completely out of character for my Uncle Trigo, but I've lied enough for today," he admitted with a facepalm.

"I don't get it," Tomillo wondered out loud, looking at his team. "Is this one of those family in-jokes I'm too new to get?"

"Not all, kid," Cordera explained, "But one day you will meet Boss Trigo Cardamom, and everything will make sense."

"Exactly," Blaine agreed, finally getting his laughter under control. "You think Scarab and I are tough on you in a fight?  Trigo could down two bottles of good liquor, take out all six of us with full health and ammo, and he'd probably be singing old drinking songs the entire time."

"So the rumors are true?" the new guy asked confused.

"Son, we had to tone down the rumors because nobody believed them." Blaine smiled, finally finding a cigarette in her pocket to light.

"So that just leaves me with a few questions," Azulius mused, steering the conversation away from the Chalk Norris-esuqe exploits of his crazy uncle. "How well did I hide my family past from you before Grandpa Ochre spilled the beans?  How well did I do, all things considered?  And can we still get you your money even though our little game got called on account of flamethrowing cultists?"