A room at the Arms, Sunday morning
By the time Bruce woke up, Lucrezia was gone and he felt slightly ill. That would be from the poison his beloved had given him after a night of wild passion, naturally. It was fortunate that she wasn't the type to change her poisons and that she never learned that Bruce had developed resistances to several poisons as part of his training. With that in mind, it was totally worth feeling a little sick this morning. It had been a great night, and he survived.
But news that he was alive would surely reach her shortly if she was still in town. Plus, there was the good priest's warning that somebody was out for revenge on him, which could have been related to Dana's pregnancy, the mysterious note that Bruce and Lucy... err, Quinn, had received yesterday, or any of his other various marriages over the years. The storm clouds were gathering around Bruce, but not in a literal way like they did for one of the Madroxes or Ben Skywalker. No, these were metaphorical, and thus much more dangerous.
[OOC: This post is largely a Previously On, yes. Lucrezia modded out with permission. And the post is for one person in particular, but can be open before that if anyone wants to inexplicably visit Bruce in a place where nobody should really know he is.]
But news that he was alive would surely reach her shortly if she was still in town. Plus, there was the good priest's warning that somebody was out for revenge on him, which could have been related to Dana's pregnancy, the mysterious note that Bruce and Lucy... err, Quinn, had received yesterday, or any of his other various marriages over the years. The storm clouds were gathering around Bruce, but not in a literal way like they did for one of the Madroxes or Ben Skywalker. No, these were metaphorical, and thus much more dangerous.
[OOC: This post is largely a Previously On, yes. Lucrezia modded out with permission. And the post is for one person in particular, but can be open before that if anyone wants to inexplicably visit Bruce in a place where nobody should really know he is.]