Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150822214217

(Just making sure.  "Common language", my foot.)

After a few seconds of finding the right connections, Azulius stabbed his lockpicks into the wall panel, plunging the room into darkness, even the emergency lights that would have kept him from running into a vending machine and tripping over a dumbell on his way to the center of the room.

"But how is that going to work?". Azulius asked as he settled into a ready stance. "Unless I dozed off and missed something in Goodwitch's class, soccer balls don't have an Aura.  There's nothing there for me to sense."