Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150730182933

"Great!  Those will be right out," the waitress smiled and left.

"Huh," Azulius stopped, watching her leave. "Usually after Inferno, they offer 'Dear God, Why?' as an option.  Must be out of an ingredient or something.  And when I say 'smoke break', I'm talking figuratively.  Can't imagine too many in your business smoke for health reasons, though maybe with all that cyberware they're rolling out, maybe you can get around those problems." About a minute later, the waitress returned with the drinks.

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"Well, now that's just cheating," Trigo pouted. "Just reading vitals from across the room.  Back when I was an enforcer, we had to check our kills manually.  Which usually means shooting them again."

"Is that jealousy in your voice, my son?" Ochre smiled. "It sounds very much like jealousy." As Stahlfritz jumpkitted off the parking garage to go meet the Order threat, the camera feed changed to a security camera that had miraclously survived the violence. It showed a grainy feed of Azulius staggering to his feet, and Violet Cardamom rushing over with the SHF box over her shoulder. There was no audio feed, but the two were clearly talking, and Azzie clearly did not like what he was hearing. Violet took off, and the magician opened the box, pulling out his new combat suit.

"Ah, I was wondering how we were going to get that to him," Trigo snapped his fingers. "Since the boy's so far from home, it's been hard to send him the latest gear."