Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150807064909

"Oh, don't you worry about me," Azulius grinned, raising his arm. WIth a snap of his fingers, a deck of cards appeared in his hand, and he began to shuffle them while pulling out the bills to pay for his share of the meal. "When I'm doing it, it ain't gambling.  And there aren't many sure bets like my uncle scrapping."

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 * Achoo!* "I don't like them already," Uncle Trigo glared at the ceiling tiles and their miniature death packages.  He was no stranger at all to fighting groups, but the people were still human sized.  Dozens of little death frisbees?  No thank you.

"I recall a few little devices  that would be fascinating to implement," Ochre mused as he stared at the robots. "I once saw a man who kept a half-dozen safes around, and always changed which one had the documents we were required to steal.  If you wish to hide a tree, use a forest."

"And even then, I remember those old 'burner boxes' were absolutely hellish to work around.  My nephew still can't stand the smell of burning thermite, thanks to his old heisting days working against them."