๑ Dieci ๑ Action ๑ Phone ๑

[tomatatas]

A. Action.

[Her footsteps quick, Romana hurries home, hair in a tangled mess, some blood on her blouse. Any cut or bruise seems to be fading, her nationhood returned. She can feel it inside her, the strength of all her people, helping her to keep going. The first death hadn't been easy, physically, nor had it been emotionally. Guilt still naws at

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[Phone]

[zombee_slayer]

Who'd waste their time killing a kid?

[tomatatas]

...Have you not been paying attention to what's happening in the town, or is that a genuine question?

[zombee_slayer]

It's a fucking question god-damn it! Who the hell would even bother killing a brat!? [This coming from him.]

[tomatatas]

...Children have been killed before. As long as the killer is getting something from the death...

B

[muskatli]

...No one will touch him.

[tomatatas]

If they do it'll be the last thing they ever do.

c

[hop_toit_udonge]

-The movement wouldn't come form within the house, but rather from without. Eirin had been at Olivier's most of the day, after all. And after the fallout there, she needed some time alone to clear her head, and of course to restock her poisons now that she could.

Seemingly defenseless, she walked up to her door, pulling out the house keys. In all honesty, the "defenselessness" was likely extremely suspicious in and of itself. No one would walk with that sort of confidence in Mayfield at a moment like this...-

[tomatatas]

[Eirin has a momentary reprieve while Romana checks the photo against the woman. She's playing the game yes, but she's not going to take out anyone that isn't neccessary.

And as soon as she's sure there's a sharp crack, a bullet being discharged, Romana's gun aimed at the back of Eirin's head.]

[hop_toit_udonge]

-A previously unseen substance seems to move all at once to the point where the bullet would have struck. It appears to be a gas, but nothing can be certain by just a glance. It acts as something of a force field, stopping the bullet just shy of breaking the skin as Eirin's hair is singed by the heat.

The confidence, it seems, was not unfounced

In the same motion, she turns around and tosses a syringe in the direction of the shot, hoping to get her attacker before they are able to hide.-

[tomatatas]

[Romana curses softly as Eirin blocks the shot and drops from the tree knowing that her hiding spot is most likely ruined now. And she's right, the sound of the syringe hitting the tree reaching her ears. As she ducks behind the tree her thoughts race, trying to work out what had saved the other woman. Had she regained a forcefield, or some other science fiction magic type of protection, or was it just dumb luck. Whichever, it wasn't good. This wasn't going to be an easy fight either.

Quickly, Romana peeks out from behind the tree, raising her firearm at the same time to fire off a volley of shots before ducking back again. She keeps her limbs in tight, knowing that the tree trunk isn't the best protection and that she needs to move soon, find something better.]

[canhaspasta]

S-sorella? Are you okay?

[The whole town's been crazy lately. Something about letters, but he didn't get one, so he isn't sure why everyone is fighting all of a sudden.]

[tomatatas]

I'm fine piccolo. But promise me you'll stay inside, si, and if someone comes in you'll hide really really well, yes? This is very important Veneziano.

[She tries her best to keep her voice light, hoping that somehow she can make this out to be a game to him, so he'll worry less.]

[canhaspasta]

Stay inside? Why? What's going on?

[tomatatas]

Nothing too important piccolo. But it would be best for you to stay hidden and some place safe. Okay?

A

[thatsnotaknife]

[Leaning against the wall inside.]

G'day, love.

[tomatatas]

[A slight flinch as she quickly raises her hand and wipes away any trace of tears, before making her way to the kitchen. A cup of coffee, and then she'll keep going]

Australia. Were you waiting for me, or just watching the door in case someone else burst in.

[thatsnotaknife]

[Follows her.] S'gotta be one or the other? You're a right mess.

[tomatatas]

It seemed like you were waiting. [Filling the kettle] It'll wash out. If not... [A shrug]