Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20161231052242

"I'm still trying to make sense of several details, Lieutenant," Ochre explained, managing to show respect to the woman's station while still giving the impression of being in charge. "But I will explain what I know.  Several days ago, you sent Ms. Birch to Vacuo to gather information about my family, supposedly because of connections to a robbery that took place in Vale.  I know for a fact that it was not your people who were robbed, but you clearly considered us enough of a threat to investigate anyways."

"My grandson is one of Dapnhe's classmates at Beacon, and he was back here in Vacuo for the break.  He found her in a more dangerous part of the city, with severe Aura damage.  He helped tend to her wounds and explained the truth that what happened in Vale was not a Cardamom job, and that any of our members who participated did so on their own initative.  He then invited her to dinner here at the manor, and she accepted." The Don's tone had slowly crept back up into the friendly range, but his next sentence pulled it back down to a frosty professionalism.

"While we were eating, Vale broke into my home, attacked several of my employees and family members, then tried to grab Ms. Birch and escape through my window.  Needless to say, she was stopped before they could get off the grounds.  Once they were brought back inside, I called you so that we could have this negotiation." With a brief stretch, Ochre reached into his suit jacket to pull out a cigar, which one of the maids helped light.

"Now, as for your agents.  Birch is here as my guest, and she may stay here as long as she pleases.  Ms. Vale, on the other hand..." he blew a cloud of smoke at the screen,  "If tonight had occurred in the days of my grandfather, we would be mailing her back to you one piece at a time.  Since I am not my grandfather, I am willing to show a shred of clemency."

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Azulius kept silent, as much for Ochre's sake as for Daphne's. But it was hard not to smirk at his grandpa talking about how attacks like this one were punished in the old days. His ancestors were never what you'd call subtle, but they knew how to send a message.