Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748/@comment-26130256-20150411022804

Azulius almost glared at the bartender. Is it this annoying when I ''read people? If so, I need to tone it down with Team SALT. And maybe give out some apologies.''  Still, he had to admit that he was impressed. If Vermont had any desire to go into magic, he could have been the best mentalist around.

"I'm just trying to connect the dots here," Azzie began, emboldened by the mysterious golden liquor. "Those pictures clearly mean something to you, otherwise they wouldn't be on the mantel for everyone to see all day, yourself included.  But they're close on to a decade old.  The photos, I mean, not the people in them.  But if they were really that close to you, I imagine you would have updated the photos once in a while.  Also, you seem to be a Huntsman without a team, which only deepens the plot." Pausing to take a breath, Azulius continued.

"So what I'm meaning to ask is, in summary, what's your story?  Or at least, the chunk of it you don't mind telling a complete stranger in the dead of night?" Azzie had a sneaking suspicion he knew the answer he sought, but he sincerely hoped he was wrong.