secret heart, why so mysterious | [semi-open 8) | incomplete ]
WHO: Tom Marvolo Riddle, Usopp
WHAT: Discussing his options.
WHERE: MONACERRO TERRITORY. A vaguely classy bar.
WHEN: d160.
It had been a difficult few days, but everything was coming to order, according to plan. The only plain problem was the awfully depleted number of strong Monacello that were left standing; most either perished or never seen again. It was not necessarily a horrible thing. This was a chance to rebuild an unwavering army loyal to him -- and not his father. His father who had unwittingly appointed the one person who would be his downfall to the very powerful position of second in command.
Tom had never tolerated being second for long.
All that was left was to find those willing to serve. Long fingers tapped on shining glass as he ordered only water from the bartender, his dark, capable eyes watching a lanky man across the room.
Without lifting his eyes from the man, he said to the bartender, "And the best ale you have to that man over there."
WHAT: Discussing his options.
WHERE: MONACERRO TERRITORY. A vaguely classy bar.
WHEN: d160.
It had been a difficult few days, but everything was coming to order, according to plan. The only plain problem was the awfully depleted number of strong Monacello that were left standing; most either perished or never seen again. It was not necessarily a horrible thing. This was a chance to rebuild an unwavering army loyal to him -- and not his father. His father who had unwittingly appointed the one person who would be his downfall to the very powerful position of second in command.
Tom had never tolerated being second for long.
All that was left was to find those willing to serve. Long fingers tapped on shining glass as he ordered only water from the bartender, his dark, capable eyes watching a lanky man across the room.
Without lifting his eyes from the man, he said to the bartender, "And the best ale you have to that man over there."