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 her, even as Romana frowns and shakes her head to clear it. What's done is done, and when it comes down to it... one person, one person for so many, for her sister. It was a needed sacrifice, and really... everyone came back in this town.

She can't regret it, not fully. And she knows, if she had to, she'd do it again. Which is why she barely flinches when a new letter is found on her doorstep, a new name and photo slipping out. Her eyes close briefly, and she can feel the photos of her people and her sister burning in her other hand. Well then. That was that, this... game wasn't over. Swallowing, she heads inside, and only then does she let the mask crack a little, only for a few minutes. And then it's business as usual.]

B. Phone.

[The emotion in Romana's voice is clear, moving from concern into threatening as the call goes on]

If anyone sees Veneziano, Feliciano, the little boy with a curl that sticks out to the side and will rave about pasta... make sure he stays inside. I swear... I swear, if anyone lays a finger on him, if anyone hurts him...

I'll make it my personal mission to destroy you, got it?

C. Action; locked to Steven's Road, specifically 2239

[Hair pulled back into a tight bun, and her curl flattened to lessen the chance of being recognised, Romana has managed to hunt her next target's home down. And after changing into an outfit more suitable for fighting and restocking her weapons she now waits, watching the house for a sign of movement. She doesn't feel too anxious to rush in, knowing from years of experiences that it's best to hold the higher ground and wait.

In the meantime, she'll just be hanging out in a tree, tucked up and away and checking her guns.]

Comments

[lamingtons]

[He squeezed tightly again before letting go.] Yeah, I get it. [He probably would have done the same for his people, or for his sisters. All the same, he's glad he doesn't have to.] Just making sure you were okay.

[tomatatas]

[She almost reaches up to grab his hand and keep it pressed against her shoulder, and only at the last second does she stop and drop it, fingers curling in the fabric where his hand had pressed] Does it matter? As long as they're okay, and she's okay, I'll be okay.

[lamingtons]

Buuuuullshit. [Australia rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter.] Cut the noble sacrifice shit, you're not Jesus no matter how hard you've been nailed to a cross. If you're not okay, you're not okay. S'fine.

[tomatatas]

Don't use his name and his sacrifice to mock be, bastardo. [She turns away, finally finishing up on making her coffee] And I'm fine. I've done this before, I'll do it again, and it's better it's me and not her. [Sipping the cup she stares out the window, drifting off into a soft mumble] I've failed once, and I won't repeat it.

[lamingtons]

'm not mocking you, 'm saying you don't have to be all high and mighty about this. Do it all you want, I can't stop ya. Not that I approve, but I see where you're coming from...

[tomatatas]

...You'd do it if it was your... whatever New Zealand is, and Wy, as well as your people si? Most of us would... right?

[lamingtons]

I'd butcher anyone that hurt my girls, given the shot. And... Yeah. You gotta look after your own. Pre-emptive strikes are a little messy and you can't take anything this town tells you seriously, so it's that bit that's kinda off...

You're on tricky moral ground, kind of, but that's for the humans to decide.

[tomatatas]

One, or two, or five lives for over 60 million... it's... it's a reasonable sacrafice, si? And with the way this town treats death... they'll be back. But it's a risk I can't take, even if they never come back.