Mary Anne hadn't spent much time at home in Greece, but after last night, she decided it was overdue ( Read more... )

The door opens onto a dimly lit bar. Two men in suits sit at a table by the wall, speaking in low voices; they don't look up when Mary Anne and Ramon walk in.

Four men at the pool table in the back do look up, then go back to their game. Their rolled up sleeves show off jailhouse tattoos--tattoos that mean murderers, time served, rank in their ( Read more... )

Six months down, three to go.

Given that most of her normal activities (ex. war, drinking, picking fights) are off-limits, Mary Anne has set up shop in one of the smaller rooms of the castle. It looks like some sort of entertaining-guests-with-tea-and-gossip room; she's made it a reading-the-classics-to-her-child room.

"Sun Tzu said: the good ( Read more... )

( Miss Mary Anne preferred her meat to be freshly butchered )

( She wakes )

( She is falling )

As soon as they get home, Mary Anne heads into the kitchen. Dish soap gets out blood better. She's got lather up to her elbows before she says anything to Ruin.

"You want to tell me what that was all about?"

( Under peaceful conditions, the militant man attacks himself. -- Nietzsche )

Mary Anne faces down her nemesis with weapon in hand, dressed for battle ( Read more... )

[Filler! This will totally be a coherent paragraph with scene setting and preamble and whatnot, but for now, let's just say they head out the front door of the bar and come out in a alleyway near Santa Croce.]

Mary Anne glances around as she shuts the door behind them. "Let's see, if I looked up the address right...we shouldn't have too far to