Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26104528-20161217043044

"Americano it is." Fritz poured in the beans and hit the switch, cueing a rhythmic grinding from the machine while its water heater booted up.

"Now you're probably wondering..." Fritz cleared his throat, and in a rough (read: very rough) impersonation of Azzie's voice. "Why the dust would Stella have a prolem with this plan? You're just putting the Dawnies against someone who can do way more damage in way less time..."

"Well, I'm thinking the same thing. But Stella didn't get this job because she's good at fighting and likes money. No, she got this job to prevent another San Oaxaca from ever happening again. Thing is, like you said, the Dawnies ain't rational nor predictable and knowing where the Realm likes to set up shop..." Fritz took a very deep breath...

1, 2, 3, 4,

exhale...

"Bodycount's probably gonna dwarf San Oaxaca if I do this, San Oaxaca's gonna be a footnote if I don't..."