La Storia della Arcana Famiglia [T]
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January 17th, 2013 (2:16 PM).
The Wise Lesbian
Join Date: Nov 2012
The passage of time was nonexi
stant to O
da, as s
he weaved her way through the crowds of
mansion guests and thought about
the recent announcement.
Though, she didn't so much t
hink as work li
Her muscles moved without direction,
muscle memory that
they had been conditioned to work for,
in those times she wandered through the town
he was sure her
eyes were as blank as her mind, but didn't much care what any wh
o looked on thought; the Swords were automatons to most of them anyway,
it was what they were trained to
, luckily, was a rare thing amongs
t their ranks
; because most of
them weren't true soldier
e wearing a badge that the people were meant to trust.
Then came the chaos,
rolling across the banquet like a ninja thundercloud that nobody could have seen coming.
Except for any Swor
ds watching the ocean,
which should have given them plenty of warning about a
n oncoming storm
Those thoughts were pushed aside, as she pondered, briefly, the consequences of these events
, and just what whoever was doing it could hope to achieve.
Moreno wouldn't want to kill Nova, because that would mean everyone lost their powers
, and torture would nearly kill the
Papa, given his already deprived state.
enge was always an option, albeit an unpalatable one. So many resources to waste, and
stn't have been doing their job properly.
large investments moving around to launch an assault like this would have been noticeable to anyone good at watching
troops would soon be upon the mansion and rummaging through their things
, or burning the place do
wn, with the belief that they were doing good for somebody
Unless they were mindless drones, who were clearly a far better alternative to genuine soldiers with things like morale and desperation, which were two key factors to winning any war.
Any civilians that couldn't
serve as soldiers
d likely be killed, while the
stashes of the Famiglia would be taken to pay for things such as weapons
, fine wines, or whatever the atta
And the Famiglia would be forced to leave,
She wouldn't be able to play her piano.
hough her anger at this fact was not much more than indignation, for fury was not something befitting of any card holder,
and far beneath any Sword worth the weapon they wielded, which was
, curiously enough, o
ften not a sword.
A shield would have served better
, if they were truly
meant for protection, or
some form of body armor in this day and
hey were really there to
kill the oth
er guy before he killed them
; a dubious form of protection at best.
What they were losing was something
precious, certainly, but they wouldn't be able to fend off this sudden army
; especially not with the leaders of the Famiglia already fleeing.
Her only option, at this point, was to follow Marcus' orders.
After a brief meeting
, first, as she came upon the
slightly panicked Gem,
who looked up at the
wiser woman with some
combination of fear and hope at a secret passage of some sort, perhaps.
No such luck,
on this island, a
ruffled around inside her c
oat for a few moments and handed it over to the maid's trembling hands. "I
n my room, there is a sword; take it.
Carry it with you to the boat and return it to me once we regroup
In that time, it will give you strength.
Do you understand?" She asked,
helping Gem to her feet and meeting her eyes with a firm glamor.
Gem ran off to do just th
rew her sword and joined the group of swords that was gathering behind Marcus, ready to obey their supposed Commander's o
She would have been far more effective working solo, as her title denoted, and better able to strike behind the enemy's lines, but orders were orders, and apparently obeying them rather than doing what was
intelligent or cunning was the name of
his game. Even having somebody hide in the
to await Moreno's arrival, and striking when he showed himself, would have been a good idea;
had no ability to discover concealed opponents
, to her knowledge, so it would be a
s simple a job as any other.
Ah well. Holding the line, and so on.
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