Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160826040026

"I know  exactly  how this works, " Violet gave Basilio another round of buckshot into the shoulder, making him quickly let her go. "Which is why I am  extra  appalled at your sloppy work.  It's folks like you that give the rest of us crooks a bad rep.  I've personally met Tong, and he ain't the kind of guy to just let someone cut off his guy's finger without doing something about it. "

"But if it makes you feel better," Violet spun another Ice Dust round into her revolver, "There's still a chance that Vale's police finds ya before the Harvesters do.  Whether that's better or worse for ya is your own problem." With a shrug of her shoulders, she fired, freezing the ganger to the ground once more. As she walked away, the capa raised her eyebrow at Loretta's choice of... equipment.

"Come on, Lori, we're supposed to be professionals here," she scolded lightly, then gave the crocodile a conspiratorial wink. "But how much do I have to bribe you to make sure this stuff shows up on Azzie and Honara's next date?"

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Everything felt peaceful to Azulius. Some gentle motion all around him, the occasional turn, some quiet Top 40 radio playing, something was wrong. Given the magician's night owl habits and... active lifestyle, waking up peacefully meant he was usually late for something. Gingerly, he opened his eyes, only to find out he was in Violet's Mustang, with Honara driving him somewhere through the eastern side of downtown. All at once, the memory of his collapsing during the middle of the fight against Basilio came flooding back. He had failed, and his new friend had bailed him out. Of all the embarrassing...

"GodDAMMIT!" he shouted, sitting upright in his seat.