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I suggest the rule of two - as long as someone seconds a plan it is considered to be THE plan. So as long as someone agrees with me then we can get started! So what do I get if I second the plan? What? Yes of course my vote can be bought. ;) Kidding aside, yes, I second this plan. Now we just need to know what specific rolls need to be made before the flavor text gets written. (Which is wherein the fun resides.)
Sasha and Elisabetta are going to scout out Luthor's home with the eye for entering and exiting with the least amount of kerfluffle. Mechanics-wise, we'll take the three Risky rolls.
"Oh, I never turn down something that drops into my lap," she replies with a wink. "And I'll only hurt someone if they really deserve it." She considers for a moment before her grin widens. "Of if they ask me to."
"That's useful information." Violetta agrees, steepling her fingers together. "Sasha, why don't you and Elisabetta check out the house and neighbourhood. If we're going to break in we need to do it at the optimum time and with minimal distractions. Plan our way in and our way out." Elisabetta shrugs before giving Violetta a nod. She then tosses another handful of Kyra's treats into her mouth. "I imagine that we want to do this as a group and shouldn't take advantage of any obvious opportunities that present themselves?" she questions with a playful grin. The Brava has never done well with all the careful planning that the business they engage in requires. It's always an effort to restrain herself and let more analytical minds plot a safer path then what she would attempt to carve with her wit and blade.
"So no punching, then?" Elisabetta comments with a shrug and a grin. She takes another drink of her Bruin before sneaking glances at Violetta and Sasha. She assumes the Eyes will be calling the shots this time and waits for their carefully considered questions.
12 Gennaio, 794 Elisabetta has also dispensed with the finery of the ball in exchange for a tastefully embroidered blouse over the top of a pair of tight leather trousers. The former to give her an air of elegance and the latter because Annalise had made a comment about how amazing her ass looked in them. Tall boots and a dashingly decorated broad hat completed her ensemble. As expected, Annalise had given her an earful when she'd returned the culottes the morning after the ball. She wasn't interested in the brava's explanation and, in fact, was angry enough that Elisabetta had spent the next night in her own bed ... alone. It'll be fine, she tells herself. Get the woman a nice bunch of flowers and take her out for a nice dinner and she'd be in her good graces again. Speaking of good graces, Elisabetta eyes one of the bottles sitting near the spread and without so much as a by-your-leave snags it, opens it, and swallows a long draft in Groan fashion, like Cesare, right from the bottle. "Hopefully it's a problem that can be solved by a simple punching," she comments with a smirk.
I think I may need to start a quick google doc to try and keep all of the NPC's straight. In a game like this one where NPCs are the bread and butter and get created on a whim and whistle, I highly recommend that we have one of these that's editable by all of us. "I would in particular caution you about discussing this with those of your little group who think that being discreet is about how many knives you can conceal under a ball-gown." Elisabetta wouldn't be caught dead in a ball-gown, I'll have you know! And if someone's asking ... six. Actually seven, but the last one is fairly small and would only be effective in very specific circumstances.
8 Gennaio, 794 "Your weapons may be closer to 'hand'," Elisabetta growls with a smile, "But you can't expect me to ..." Her heeled boot comes down hard on Petey's instep. "... 'foot' the bill for your misdeeds." The strike isn't enough to cause any real damage, but it's enough to cause the large man to shift his stance just a bit to avoid her weight. Unfortunately for him, it is enough to give the Brava the real opening she was looking for. Whatever sound her knee made as it connected with Petey's jewels is masked in a collective empathetic grunt of pain from the crowd. "And as you see, I don't have a 'kneed' for my weapons," she continues. As Petey's hands release her arms and instinctively move protectively to his groin. Elisabetta follows up by grabbing his ears and bringing his face down to meet that self-same knee. "Now everyone 'nose' not to lay a hand on a lady without her express consent. Did your mother not teach you that?" Assuming that most of the fight has been drained out of the man, Elisabetta turns her attention back to Four-fingers. As if nothing untoward has taken place, she saunters over to take the empty stool at the old man's barrel. "Now let's talk about my friend Sasha," she begins again. "I respect the fact as a businessman, you like to keep the confidences of those that you do business with. However, I believe that Sasha's in trouble. And as a friend of hers, it's my duty to take whatever measures are required to ensure that she sleeps soundly in her own bed tonight, unharmed." She glances over to where Petey is slowly pushing himself to his feet. "I can't say the same for those that stand in my way."
For ooc discussions, I prefer Discord as it usually has a better uptime %. :)
8 Gennaio, 794 "Well, Aiden," Elisabetta replies in a voice that's steady and casual, "I'm not looking for any trouble either." She steps forward, dropping a couple of copper coins on a barrel in passing as she picks up the half-full wooden tankard that's resting in front of a grizzled dock-worker. She stops right in front of Petey. Close enough that they could be dance partners if Petey actually knew how to dance. Keeping her eyes locked on the bearded man, she can see the urge in his eyes to vent his frustration out on her. Lifting the tankard to her lips she takes a slurping sip that echoes through the silent room. Her eyes never leave Petey's. "And I'm sure Petey isn't looking for trouble either." She smiles, lowering the mug. Turning her back on the pair, she faces the rest of the room, her eyes wander over the rest of the inhabitants, but her attention is entirely on Four-Fingers. "My friend, Sasha, also wasn't looking for any trouble ... four days ago you said?" Fulling anticipating Petey to make an unsubtle grab at her, she takes another loud sip of the cheap drink. "So who was she talking to ... four days ago?"
Semi-pertinent thought: if our coterie is collectively known as the Gloved Hand, does that mean its individual members should be referred to as the Fingers? :] I nominate Elisabetta as the middle finger. :)
Probably Google Slides?
I am not actively opposed to the idea, though it hinges on Elisabetta's idea of slumming it involving particularly insalubrious locales like the Twist. If it does then that's OK by me, of course! That totally works for me! Elisabetta's long ago youth (As in, you know, a couple of months ago) was filled with numerous escapades in the worst parts of the city.
Elisabetta's ally, Blair, is fine. I think I had originally intended for them to be a dowager, but this works as well. No worries. I haven't really given much thought yet to her rival.
Sorry about that. I'll show more restraint next time. :)
I wasn't quite sure how far to go with it. I hope that's okay.
8 Gennaio, 794 Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Elisabetta chanted over and over to herself as she quickly made her way to the entrance hall, the tapping of her boots on the parquet floor echoing off of the elegantly papered walls. The servant holding out her cloak and blade paled at her expression - a reminder that she still needed to work on masking her emotions. Taking a moment to strap on her rapier, she checked the scarlet glove that was hanging off her belt - the badge of being a Brava - and slipped the cloak over her shoulders before pushing her way out the held door into the rain. The culottes she was wearing were practical as well as elegantly styled - no way in the hells was she wearing a dress - but the twinge behind her eyes was telling her that whatever she faced tonight was going to leave them in such a state that Annalise was going to have words with her when she returned them in the morning. She paused in the midst of the rain when she realized that she didn't actually know where she was going. Her first thought was to pay a visit to the Flayed Falcon, the tavern where Sasha spent a fair amount of time. But then she cringed at the memory of what happened the last time she was there. It was a misunderstanding, of course. How was she supposed to know that the serving girl was in a relationship with one of Sasha's best informants. It's not like the girl rebuked Elisabetta's advances. The Brava couldn't help but smile at the memory. The jilted beau was stupid enough to challenge her to a duel. Elisabetta still felt that he should be thankful that she only broke his nose. Sasha, however, didn't see it that way. The only thing she cared about was that he'd raised his prices and refused to return to the Falcon if Elisabetta was going to be a regular patron. Stupid t&@#. If he'd kept his girl happy in the first place then his nose wouldn't have that new bend in it. Elisabetta shook her head. No, she didn't need Sasha even more pissed at her, justified or not. So where else could she find out what the woman was up to and where she was at? After a moment of thought, she remembered that Sasha had mentioned a dive she'd visited for gossip on more than one occasion. It didn't even have a proper name, they just called it ... Samson's? No ... Samwell's! That was it. She nodded and strode off through the rain with purpose. ... The place wasn't even respectable enough to hang a shingle or have a decent common area. It was just an unused storage room attached to a larger warehouse. Barrels placed around the room served as tiny tables for the games of Loggers they were playing with bone dice. Heads turned as she entered and more than one expression of surprise. Her garments fit for an elegant party were quite out of place here. "Oi, Luv," one fellow drawled, his scruffy beard split with a scar across his jaw, "I bet you charge a pretty coin." Rude laughter followed until she shifted her cloak so her blade and the glove in her belt flashed in the lantern-light. The laughter died and the occupants quickly became much more interested in their games and drinks. "I'm looking for an Eye by the name of Sasha Pyrope and I'm sure someone here has had business with her recently. Now who would that be?" Other than something muttered under the breath, there was no response. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Elisabetta challenged. Her patience - never thick to begin with - was quickly wearing thin. "I said," the bearded man with the scar said in a clear voice as he stood from his stool, "Go mount a lamp pole you monied c~+@." Elisabetta's lip curled into a smile. Yes, Annalise was going to have words with her in the morning.
Violetta di Valori == Nathan Ford Elisabetta Filosa == Eliot Spencer :)
I wanted to post a dot and I couldn't resist the pattern. :) Violetta: Assuming that Violetta was instrumental in getting Elisabetta accepted into whichever house we decide on ... Bond: I've pledged to defend Violetta at any cost. Sasha: That works well, Sasha. Bond: I see the Bravo’s spark in Sasha, and I will teach them what I know. ~~~~~ I'm very impressed with folks' world-building skills as demonstrated above. Even more so as that's not my strength at all. Consequently, I'll leave the fleshing out of our house in your capable hands.
The Bravo lacks restraint,
Elisabetta's first choice would be House Bastian. They're the underdogs and as Elisabetta's family has always felt excluded from the 'Game', it's a perfect fit. And being a slightly less Battle-focused house, she as a Brava would be a little more of a rarity. Battalia would be her second choice for reasons similar to those above. They would also be more likely than most to have recruited her sister.
How did you get your character bio so formatted cleanly? I love it and wanna use it for Bianca You're welcome to copy it. You'll just have to insert the bold or italic tags manually.
Anyone that's played with me knows how I want my characters to finish. :) "And they lived happily ever after!"™ It's the definitive element of any romance.
Introducing Itzi's proposed character: Elisabetta is an Altori Brava to House Battalia (or Bastian ... or Lovell - whichever is chosen). Very short version of her background: Her family came here when she was very young and her father found a position as a scribe within $HOUSE. Not long after that, both he and her mother died due to a fever that swept through the city, leaving her in the care of her older sister, Serana, who found a place as a guard within the House. Elisabetta runs loose in the streets gaining a name for herself among the street toughs. Things change when a brutal assassination attempt is made on some of the heads of the House. Amid the destruction and carnage Elisabetta's sister vanishes and is assumed dead along with a number of the House Guard. Elisabetta takes a formal position with the House in part to discover more about what happened to her sister. |
