Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160426221910/@comment-24147026-20160809133834

"Cardamoms, huh." Neil clicked his tongue as he recalled what little he could of the Vacuo mob family. Silently gesturing for his driver to keep going past their initial destination, it'd be rude to have to interrupt such a fascinating conversation between friends after all. "I can only really tell you rumors and some basic details, I've done my best to avoid any unnecessary encounters with them. My Runners would never really transition well to the whole suit-and-tie business. Too stuffy, you see."

At that, he turned in his seat to look back at Moss, making it entirely evident that the cowboy was one of the prime examples for someone who would never fit in with proper society. In turn, Moss flipped Neil a very unsightly finger which the Dragon laughed off.

"They're quite the family if what I've heard is to be true, big shots who dabbled in a bit of everything before just up and disappearing from the scene. Some people, not me per say, have tried to fill the void that was left in certain areas. Ironic for this kingdom, no?" Again, he laughed at his own humor. Being the only one in the car to do so. He'd have to teach his sour friends to liven up later on. "I think something went wrong with their management, higher-ups started killing each other with blades and dickery, or something like that. Again, I've also heard that they've just gone soft or they've been secretly Ursas in suits this entire time. So, take any of that with a grain of salt."

"All-in-all, they could be pretty good allies if you play it right, especially if they are Ursas. Could you imagine? Maybe I should tag along? I'm starting to get all antsy in excitement."