Che fortuna
01-24-2016, 09:08 PM
Basileus stilled as a familiar voice in italian reached his ears. Of all the dumb luck... Any other time when faced with the woman who wanted to play gangster he'd have immediately turned around and walked away, but since learning about the fate of the Cosca from Vincenzo he'd grown desperate to find his comrades. He didn't know who lived and who did not. Perhaps she traveled with others. With an odd mixture of reluctance and eagerness knotting his chest Basileus made his way towards the woman. The stink of rotting plants filled the air and made scenting difficult, so he couldn't immediately tell if she was alone or with others. He was really hoping for others. The woman wasn't even a true member, a true brother, as it were. In the grand scheme of things she was a pawn, a simple, pretty-faced tool. The only reason she was as well known as she was, was because she was a rarity. Pushing through a feted tangle of droopy plants brought him nearly face to face with the woman. Dryly he parted with the words, "Che palle! Il fango..it non ha rispetto." |