Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516

(For everyone's reference, Brine sounds more or less like this.  The picture is accurate too, just green instead of blue.)

Location: Unidentified Room, Beacon Academy, Vale

For the twentieth time in half that many minutes, Azulius Cardamom facepalmed.

"I told ya then, I told ya ten minutes ago, and I'm telling you now, NO!  I thought we were clear on this after the Four Sands Mirage job.  The team was scattering to let the heat die down, you agreed I had paid the family's debts, I didn't have to come back if I didn't want to.  So I hung up my mask, and that chapter of my life is over."

On the screen of the magician's scroll was a face he hadn't seen in almost three years. A dark shilouette, framed by blue-green light. Surrounding the image were stacks upon stacks of computers, glowing like some ancient beast. The man in question was known as Brine. Besides being the premier hacker and information broker in the Northern Hemisphere, if not all Remnant, he was the handler for the Harlequin gang, considered to be the greatest heister team around. Also, he was Azzie's boss for a summer. Obviously before his Beacon days.

"But Nemo--" Brine began.

"If I don't have the mask, I ain't Nemo," Azulius cut him off. "You know my real name, so I'd prefer you use it."

"Sorry, Azulius, but this is big.  Huge, even.  The most important job of both our careers.  I need people who can see it through, and I know you can see it through."

"I said I was done.  And last I remember, the Quins have much more people than just me.  Folks with a lot more experience running heists than one summer."

"Can't find 'em," Brine sighed. "Out of the entire gang, you are the only one who left me a valid contact number.  I can find them given time, but we have a limited window of opportunity.  It's you or no one."

"Not Tolouse, not Shamrock, not even Casper?"

"Not even them.  Besides, since this is still related to our last job, you can't actually use that defense.  Remember that box from the vault?"

"Rather hard to forget," Azzie smiled, remembering the mysterious trinket so valuable that over $80 million Lien from the vault was considered an added bonus.

"It's resurfaced.  I figured out what it is, I know who has it now, I know where it is, and you're not gonna like any of it," Brine continued, his voice concerned.

"Tell me." He told him. He didn't like it.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Azulius swore, a rare occasion indeed. "All I want now in life is to get through Beacon and have a nice, peaceful life as a Huntsman.  Is that really to much to ask?  Fine, I'm in."

"Knew you'd see it my way," Brine beamed. "Now for the hard part.  Since the others are off the grid, we need some fresh blood.  I've already got some names in mind, from Beacon and some of my other contacts."

"Hold on here.  A job this big, with stakes this high, and you want to do the job with an untested crew?"

"I'd love to test them first, but I don't think a bunch of Hunters in training will rob a bank just to test their teamwork.  I don't like it either, but my back's against the wall, and I wouldn't trust any other crew without someone I know there."

Azzie facepalmed again. "All right, can you at least send me the names?"

(Not finished yet, be patient.) 