Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20160210030027

Azulius just smiled at the arguing Eliminators. There really wasn't much to say, unless they wanted him to referee their eventual fight of who owed whom. It was oddly peaceful as he scanned around. Ade and Noire were helping the last of the wounded rebels, Estellia was still talking with Gretel, and Honara and Kurai were talking with what looked like a hologram of Hargreave. Azzie had to give them props for being able to improvise. The mind reeled at what would have happened if Mr. Flagg and Grandpa Ochre had met forty years ago instead of a few months back.

As he looked closer, the magician noticed how the light from the hologram and the alleyway brought out an incredible depth in Honara's hair, even with the grime of battle. Made his scar itch just thinking about it.

Then, it hit him, and his face drained of all color. By the Grimm, I have a date to prep for tomorrow...

"The reason it never changes is because by the time most people finally figure things out, they die," Sienna gestured as he thought. "Our culture has been around for hundreds of years, but individual people rarely make it past eighty or ninety."

"And I don't care what they told you in school, no one person has the power to change the entire world.  It's simply too large and too uncaring.  I am the underboss of the largest crime family in Vacuo, and even I can't change the world.  But what I can do is this:  I can try to change myself, my family, my organization, and the area under my influence.  And perhaps over time, those changes I make will have a lasting impact.  But you mustn't lose hope, boy.  If you have no hope, you have nothing."