Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-184.166.166.43-20150615010622

While Azulius only worked in the "family business" for a year or two before entering Beacon, he had traveled enough  to know plenty about the criminal underworld. Say whatever you wanted about Vale, but its black market was a well-oiled machine. If it could be fenced or bought untraceably, the De La Croix family either had it or knew who did.

Best of all, they had an extended contract with the Cardamoms, so his purchase was on the family's dime. A handful of Dust crystals; another drum of ammunition; some smoke grenades; and a half-dozen copies of the latest volume of Ninjas of Love, two weeks before it hit stores, sent to his address at Beacon  (which wouldn't be any use fighting, but Azzie had some friends who would pay serious money for advance copies).

He walked back out the front door, a shopping bag over his shoulder. Or at least, an illusion of him walked out the door. The genuine article walked about  half a block behind him, hiding in a brown trenchcoat and wide-brimmed straw hat. Now Azulius had to decide whether or not he wanted to start hunting down an invisible assassin, or try to get it to come to him.