Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20150722235740

"Not a problem,"  Azulius smiled, looking the officer in the eye. ''Yeah, this guy ain't telling us the time of day. If I had the time, I could probably shock him into telling us something, but that's time and energy we don't have. Especially if there's someone to rescue here.''

"Going once?  Twice?" Seeing no response from anyone, he put away Roaring Moxie, grabbed the officer by his belt and shirt collar, and hefted him into the box in what had to be the messiest suplex in human history. Mid-flight, a shining pair of handcuffs appeared on the man's wrists, further complicating his plans for escape. Several wrestling fans among the captives averted their eyes, both from the shame of their commanding officer being manhandled thusly and the pain from seeing such a lousy wrestling technique.

"Sold.  Take good care of those cuffs, they don't make 'em like they used to." Drawing Moxie again, Azulius double-checked everyone's bonds, fixing or adding onto some of them. When he was young, Azzie had studied a lot about escapology, and he knew from cruel experience what styles of rope-tying, handcuffs, and straitjackets were easy and hard to escape from.

"Now, onto our next thrilling quest."