Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748/@comment-69.146.233.150-20150410023627

The Big Guy was not a man who liked admitting defeat. Give him a job to do, and hell itself would not keep him from finishing, unless you told him you'd changed your mind. Fortunately for his long term health, the Big Guy's subconscious was a little more pragmatic, and understood that thirty shots of Lightning Dust after taking a serving platter to the skull was bad for the long-term health, and obediently shut off the lights once the shocks started.

Across the room, Azulius was unloading another combo on his foe, who was flaring his Aura in a desperate attempt to keep standing. Thanks to being on the defensive, his Aura downgraded the knives entering his back from "Overwhelmingly and Ridiculously Lethal" to just "Painfully Incapacitating." Either way, the mobster went down, landing on his side to avoid the knives. Having a moment to think at last, Azzie responded.

"Of course!  After one of Oobleck's exams, sparring practice, and some high-stakes Scoundrel's Bridge, I needed some more excitement today!"

Just then, as if the universe had decided Azulius needed just a little more excitement, the door finally came off it's hinges, falling onto the hardwood. The first mobster from outside was about to enter when Azulius readied his gun and unloaded a long stream of bullets through the now empty threshold. The idea of just running in was quickly scrapped. Sensing an opportunity, Azulius put on his best "dangerous thug" impression, deciding to bluff a little using the family name.

"All right, ladies and germs," he began, his gun never leaving the doorway, "As you can clearly see, your plans involving this place just got forcibly altered.  And I'll let you know, I have some friends in high places."

To drive this point home, Azulius took one hand off Roaring Moxie and pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like a large coin, ornately decorated with scrollwork and some other stuff. But the important part was in the middle: a single, stylized cardamom pod, the very same type that Azzie used three of in his emblem, the symbol and seal of the Cardamom family, one of the most powerful crime families on Remnant. His family. Based on the frantic whispers between the men at the door, at least one of them recognized the symbol. He smiled wickedly.

"So then, come in here, get your friends, don't come back, and I won't tell my 'friends' about the Vermillions spoiling my nice evening.  And hold the funny business." Azulius stepped away from the door, but the look in his eyes and the other half of Moxie's drum dared them to try something sneaky.