Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26130256-20170201002824

Azulius sat down on the couch and strained to hear the conversation. No dice. He could faintly determine which of the two was talking, and make an educated guess on the tone they were using, but actual words would require better ears than his.

A chain was only as strong as its weakest link, and a secret was only as strong as the weakest-willed individual who tried to keep it. Azulius had just sworn an oath not to talk about Coconout Samoa, and it would take a truly painful death to make him consider breaking his word. Brine could simply hang up and go back to being a ghost of Atlas's criminal underworld. Stahlfritz, on the other hand, clearly felt conflicted about this assignment, and was currently being interrogated by his girlfriend, who already suspected something was up.

It was a bad day for secret-keeping, unless the softening tone from Stella (at least he thought it was Stella; Fritz's voice wasn't that high-pitched) meant she had bought his ruse. With a glance behind him, Azzie picked up his scroll, switching the connection with Brine to text-only:

BR1N3: They still talking? What's going on over there?

ACards: Can't hear well enough through walls. Just talking, for now. Can't you access their mics from CATSAI?

BR1N3: They must be running a new firmware version, with new security parameters. I could get in, but it would take enough time to not matter at the end.

ACards: Peachy. Should I just gather our plans and bolt?

BR1N3: I say no. Leaving like that would look suspicious, and we're trying to convince Estellia that nothing bad is going on.

ACards: Fine. But if I hear any moans or slapping noises, while I'm still here...

BR1N3: Can't hold that against them. Besides, you know what they say about Faunus women at this time of year. ;)

ACards: I always thought that was a stereotype the porn business made up.

BR1N3: Every stereotype has at least some basis in fact...