Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150907164734

"Something you'll learn if ya keep working with mobsters," Uriel shrugged as he turned to see his ally of circumstance. "I always keep my word, no matter what, which is why I hardly ever give my word to folks.  But I had a great reminder today about just how small the world really is."

"It turns out this one girl who works as one of Beacon's phone receptionist is actually from Atlas.  Even better, her folks owe my employers a great deal of money.  So I found this out, called her up, made some vague threats, and found some things out." He casually tossed a pamphlet for the Metropolitan Art Museum of Vale towards the pumpkin-headed Faunus.

"Apparently, about half of the first year class, including our target, is going on a field trip to the Old City tomorrow.  Not only does the Old City in Vale have some very pretty examples of Post-Neo-Colonial architecture, but it's got so many small streets and winding alleyways that we could nab him easily in the giant crowd!"