Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160326184752

"Trust me, the world barely survived one Trigo Cardamom, I don't want to think what a second would do to us..." Azulius chuckled at the mental image of his uncle dressed in graduation robes with a mortar-board hat.

"Go ahead; it's not like the family patented the system.  But you might not even need Trigo, just one of your teachers who understands fighting theory as well as practice.  Only problem there is the instructor might not have the same sense of... panache as my uncle.  And panache is vital to serve up a slice of humble pie.  Like my grandpa always said, There's defeating a man, and then there's shaming him."

"Besides, doesn't he already hold some impromptu classes when he goes to his board meetings?  I even heard one or two of your graduates actually managed to beat him once or twice.  They really ought to put that on their file.  In Vacuo, anyone who can do that could just name their own price."