Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26130256-20170105050715

"All right then, gimme a sec," Azulius stood up, moved some candy wrappers, then knelt in front of Fritz's coffee table, one arm raised to the square, the other making a complicated gesture in front of his stomach. He closed his eyes, and spoke, as if from memory:

"I am Azulius Mignoli Cardamom, son of Sienna and Opal.  On this day I swear, upon my honor as a gentleman, upon the honor of the Cardamom family, and upon the honor of all my ancestors that came before me, that I will never speak again of my knowledge of Coconut Samoa, except to Stahlfritz Panzier, and those others whom he will designate personally.  These words are my bond, though riches pass me by, though pain consume my thoughts, and though the Reaper claim me as his own.  So let it be, Amen."

A slight chill filled the room as Azzie finished, and even the lights seemed to flicker. The mobster returned to his seat and shot a death glare at his Scroll.

"Brine, what did I tell you about screwin' with the power grid for dramatic effect?"

"That I should save it for special occasions?" the hacker replied. "I've never personally heard any of the old families swear an oath before, so it seemed fitting.  Now, Stella should be back soon, so we need to make it look like we've been talking about something else for the past half-hour.  Any good ideas for conversation?"