Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150719024321

"Does she have a name, your chicken-loving friend?" Azulius asked, his curiosity still piqued. "Or should I address her as 'Ms. The Butcher' and see how she reacts?  Still, put in a good word for me, and I'll owe you a dozen." He put his hand to his chin, giving the cards a one-handed shuffle with the other.

"As for what we shall do, there's a couple options.  Most of the good clubs should be opening right now, there's still a few gambling dens that haven't kicked me out, I found this great restaurant last week, or if you haven't had your fill of excitement yet, we can always go looking for more trouble.  You're my guest for now, so I've got to make this city look good."

"Azulius, an honorary Eliminator," Ochre mused. "Well, it can't possibly be worse than the crowd of scoundrels he currently associates with."

"I told you, father," Trigo complained, taking back his Scroll. "The boy's father and I are lovable rogues.  Not scoundrels.  Big difference." Taking another swig from his flask, he set about attaching the Scroll to the projector. Ochre gave him an odd look before turning back to Zephrion.

"At times, I fear our line of work for the past few generations has left my family somewhat...warped.  But no matter, we have a movie to watch and a test to grade."