Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26130256-20180221091418

Edom shook his head as the girls left the table. At least Azulius was aware that he was a pariah to the fairer sex, but Cebada seemed to have no clue whatsoever. An old saying sprung to the con artist's mind:  ''A fat man knows he's fat. An ugly man knows he's ugly. But a stupid man has no idea that he's stupid. Thus, it's better to be fat or ugly than stupid.''  At least he was useful enough to remember the names of those clubs. Overlook and Astrology, plus that other place, Azarola's.

"I'll have to remember those, then," Edom covered his thoughts with a polite chuckle. "I haven't done any salsa in ages." It sounded like Honara wasn't lying about Astrology having a problem with Eliminators, but convincing the doorman he wasn't one sounded like child's play. Besides, the place sounded like the safest spot in the city to do some good-natured carousing without running into more friends. Overlook also sounded like a fun sort of party to crash, provided Azzie could spare the time from his training. But before his train of thought could proceed any further, his watch beeped, the signal that it was time to finish eating and get to the next day of classes.

"So, what do you have against dancing?" he asked Cebada after finishing off his meal and dropping off his dishes at the washing-robot. "I'd think if you're trying to be like some guy that fights whole gangs while wearing a suit, being light on your feet would be a good thing."

"I'm sure this is a fascinating tale to hear," Trigo steepled his fingers as he listened. "But my experience works something like this: A shotgun is a firearm meant to be used in extremely close quarters.  If a weapon is designed for close quarters, there is a very good possibility it will be used as a melee weapon.  If your weapon lacks the heft or durability to be used in a melee, it is deficient at being a close-quarters weapon.  It's hardly your fault some people can't reinforce a gun enough that you can bludgeon someone with it." The enforcer would have gladly elaborated further on the ideal specifications for CQC weapons when the car finally arrived at Flagg's Oval.

"Well, gentlemen, it's been stimulating, but duty calls," he apologized as he exited the car. "We'll have to continue this discussion later tonight, I fear.  But do take care of yourselves until then!" Trigo removed Destra and Sestra from the trunk before letting Dorji and Sangfroid return to the motor garage. Flagg usually took care of the board's lodging personally, so Mr. Cardiffson could rest easy knowing his bags would find a way into his rooms. But first things first, he needed to message the appropriate parties and let them know he had arrived. If a quorum was already present, then the board could meet as soon as Trigo got to the building. Otherwise, he just needed to stay on-campus untl the time was right. Who knew, perhaps he would even have time to harass Bolton before the meeting arrived.