Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20160207060500

Azulius leaned against the Camry and pulled out his deck of cards, practicing a few flourishes he had read about. The medical drama for the evening was pretty much wrapped up, and he had no compulsion to play doctor when more qualified personnel were there. For now, all that was left was to clean up, haggle up a few Lien for the extra work, and maybe have a drink at Grillby's. If he was lucky, maybe one of the rebels would need some magic to calm their nerves.

"What's wrong with that song?" he asked innocently. "I thought it would be a lovely touch of irony, especially since so many of us survived."

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"A word to the wise, my young friend," Sienna returned his hand to his teacup. "The reason they call it a revolution is because you often end up right back where you started.  Master sounds like more than a few politicians and gang leaders I have met.  Promise people the world and they'll often miss what you're really going on with.  Not because the people are stupid or anything, but because they genuinely believe you're doing what's right, and they assume that an atrocity or two along the way is the means to an end."

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"I see," the maid looked at the map. From years of working for the family, she knew the layout of the city pretty well. Looked like one of the three factories was already in Cardamom territory, and another was in the turf of Leaf Clockspring, an ally of the family. The third appeared to be on the other side of the city with an enemy, but even they should have been willing to move against Master once they found out what he was building.

"But if that's all you have, we really should get back to the entrance hall.  If anyone asks, we'll say you were looking for a restroom and got lost."