Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20151114073018

"Nah, I'm just fine," he shook out of his thoughts as Niccolo handed the ID to an assistant to run it through whatever high-security cash register the De La Croix used when their client decided to pay in something besides briefcases full of money or gold. "I'm just thinking about how my CQC needs some serious work.  I'm a fair shot at a distance, but get up close and all I've got is my Semblance, my bluffing skills and the ol' devil's luck."

Azulius yawned and stretched his legs. He had heard rumors from his uncle that Flagg sometimes held multi-day or even multi-week seminars on various topics, hand-to-hand included. Summer classes, to borrow a phrase from Beacon. It could be an interesting use of time to roll up a false identity and attend, mostly so those who knew him didn't make things easier or harder. The training would certainly come in handy, and it had been too long since the mobster had pulled a proper long con...