๑ Otto ๑ Phone ๑

[tomatatas]

A. [On the floor of Mayfield's Church of Salvation, just behind the alter, you can find Romana's body, neck broken, with a bottle of Holy Water spilt next to her. Her eyes are shut, a single tear in the corner of her eye]

B. [Sometime later there's a call, the voice clearly Romana's, even if it is choked up in what sounds like tears]

It hurts... bastardi, it hurts so much... why didn't you help, why, I would have helped you...

[A small burst of static interrupts her and the line goes silent, the voice waiting for a response before continuing it's game]

C. [She's warm, comfortable, as Romana wakes, sleepily eyeing the room Mayfield has given her. In the moments of her first waking she lazily rolls over, her mind slowly focusing on yesterday. And when she remembers she gasps, sitting up quickly, her hand flying to her neck. While it feels perfectly fine, she still gets up quickly, to the small vanity table, to check the mirror, needing visual evidence to abate her fears.

...she's fine. There's not a bruise, not a scratch, nothing. She swallows, shaky fingers tracing a line down her throat as she stares. She was dead, she knows. It may have been a quick death, but it happened.

Eventually she makes it to the phone, cradling the base unit in her lap as she leans against the wall. Her voice, without her realising, is nearly identical to the one the angel used yesterday.]

Is... is anybody there?

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[tomatatas]

Spagna... Spagna, it's me. It's not that thing, it's me, Romana. This town... this town brings you back even if you... die.




...please believe me. [She doesn't have the energy or strength to think of a way to prove it somehow]

[koyo]

Romana is-- you're alive? ( ( A moment of daring silence. Should he believe this voice? ) ) I want to see first.

[tomatatas]

It's not safe...

[But she does need someone now. After a pause she keeps speaking, trying to keep her voice steady]

I'm at home... but I think they're still out there.

> Action?

[koyo]

It won't be safe if this is a trick either, no?

( ( Do you hear this? This is the sound of Spain being completely okay about the idea of recklessly charging into a potential trap. Yup. ) )

Watch out for me, okay, Romana? Don't worry about me; I can do anything.

( ( He remembers where her home is and he makes his way there. Maybe there's a real angel somewhere because Spain manages to make it to her house safely. When he arrives at her doorstep, he's tired and out of breath. ) )

Lights, camera, action!

[tomatatas]

I... watch out for yourself too. The statues are deadly.

[Hangs up after him, and spends the next few minutes worrying about him, the curtains of the window beside the door pushed to the side as she stares out into the town, too scared to open the door yet. Not yet.

When he arrives, she finally moves, pulling the door open as much as she dares, giving him a serious look.] Get in. Quickly.

[koyo]

( ( When he sees Romana, his eyes widen with surprise. That's Romana. It's her and she's alive-- his thoughts are cut short by her order and he's quick to enter. Once the door is closed, he grabs her and looks in her eyes, ) )

Tell me who you are and tell me the truth.

[tomatatas]

[She winces slightly at the grip, one hand rising to try and loosen it as she meets his eyes]

I... Italy Romana, also know as Chiara Vargas. I used to be known as the Kingdom of Two Sicilies... Spagna, loosen your grip per favore, it's starting to hurt.

[koyo]

( ( The grip doesn't loosen right away. He's holding her right now and she isn't cold with death but warm and alive.Spain searches her eyes a moment longer and then he let's go. Recalling the events from before, he hugs her, ) )

I'm sorry! I should have been able to-- are you okay? You're not hurt?

[tomatatas]

[The hug startles her, even though she should have expected it- it's what her Spain would do after all. But stil Romana tenses, too unused to physical contact from men. Slowly, she pats his back, before starting to try and pull free]

It's fine. Maybe... You don't know as well after all. And si, I'm fine. Not a scratch on me.

[koyo]

( ( It takes him a moment to realize she wants him to let go. Hah, he should have expected a reaction like this! He eventually backs off, lingering a moment longer to make sure she's all right. ) )

I'm glad. Everyone. . . Veneciano is safe so you don't have to worry.

[tomatatas]

[Trying to remain composed and not show how much a rather large part of her would like to go back to that hug, hide away like she's little again. Except he's not as squishy as her Spain, it really wouldn't be the same...]

Ah... he... you made sure he was safe... that's good. [She seems distracted, as she finally meets his eyes, voice low] What did it say?

[koyo]

It-- ah, ( ( He's never been one that was able to read other people well but when their eyes meet, he has a feeling in his gut. He tries to find a way around her question, ) ) When this is over, you should speak to him.