Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160818064053

"I'll be right back," the maid curtsied before disappearing in a flash of light, only a glowing symbol left on the floor.

As Azulius waited, he noticed Laura's nervousness easily, to which he responded by placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry," he said with a smile. "There's both of us here, plus my mom and dad, Grandpa and his bodyguards, and my uncle should be coming back soon.  I don't think any one person alive could take on that much firepower at once.  Especially if they're dressed to be sneaky instead of shooty."

A few seconds later, the maid teleported back in another flash of light, quickly handing Azulius and Laura their weapons, then handing Opal a vial of something thick and black in color. Wordlessly, she opened it and began to fill two of her empty needle-knives. With a smirk, she closed them both and raised her arm into a knife-throwing position.

"Now remember, we're here to have a conversation,"  Ochre checked his cane, while both his bodyguards pulled shotguns from a false shelf in the room. "Wait for our intruder to make their move before gunning them down."

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Marmol was on edge, more so than usual for a Cardamom guard. He had almost escorted the intruder to the Don's dining room, taking the scenic route to buy the family some time, and she hadn't once tried to escape him or disarm him or any funny business. No matter, they were almost there, and she would soon be the boss's problem.

"Take a left here.  Good," he spoke as they walked. "Here's a right.  And we're here," they stopped in front of a set of imposing oak doors. The family dining room. "Open that door and go inside.  The Don's waiting for you.  Try funny business at your own risk."