Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150502044323

At last, a good night's sleep, Azulius Cardamom thought, stretching out on his sleeping bag in Beacon's ballroom. Grimm know I need it after everything I've been through.

Since arriving at Vale the night before, Azzie had walked the length and depth of the city, won two month's allowance playing Hold'em, saved a girl named Shani from some kind of phantom mercenary, nearly killed himself fighting said phantom, accidentally inspired the girl to attend Beacon too, and helped her pack her entire (thankfully rather empty) house.

And once they finally arrived at Beacon Academy, he had registration papers to finish, Ozpin's big speech, a surprise interview with Ozpin, who somehow already knew Azulius's dark secret, setting up his rocket-propelled locker, doing a quick magic show, and forcefully defenestrating the jerk who dared harass a Faunus audience member during a trick. While Azulius didn't have much tolerance for discrimination on the best of days, you just don't interrupt a magic trick for petty ideological horsefeathers, especially when the magician in question is sleep-deprived and out of patience.

In summary, the sleeping bag Ms. Goodwitch gave him could have been full of tapioca pudding and nails, and Azzie still would have slept like a rock. Yawning contentedly, he closed his eyes, waiting for blessed sleep to take him...

He should have known it wasn't going to last.

(Posting order shall be myself, followed by whoever gets here first.

Also, anyone curious about what Azzie's talking about should skim Vacuan Roulette ) 