Catch-all post for continuing or new threads.

[hench_wench]

((I'll replace the boring text with something clever later. Probably. ... Probably not.))

Comments

[foundjuanting]

Perhaps, I suspect so because you weren't raised by him.

[hench_wench]

Perhaps. So that's your fear, huh.

[foundjuanting]

I would not say...

[just. letting that hang in the air.]

[hench_wench]

What would you say?

[foundjuanting]

He has been an important figure in the family, so naturally he carries a... presence.

[hench_wench]

Oh yes. Naturally.

[foundjuanting]

His word was law, Harley.

[hench_wench]

I'm not doubting that.

[foundjuanting]

If you met the true man, you would understand the nature of it. He seems off at times, almost frustratingly unaware of some matters, and then you will see the turn when he lets the lead fall and all that he's been planning snap into place. At that point you wonder how much was an act, and how much was simply a mind suited to thinking on one's feet.

[hench_wench]

No offense, but I'm not keen on meeting the true man. Your family is kiiiind of ... dramatic.

[foundjuanting]

Not overly so, You never met a Sforza

[hench_wench]

And I never want to, if they're that bad.

[foundjuanting]

They are, the family is large enough that you can not tear them all out. At their weakest they are annoyances and loose pieces to be cleared away, and at worst they are a thorn that embeds itself into your gut and never leaves.

[hench_wench]

Sounds ... extremely personal.

[foundjuanting]

My sisters' first marriage was secured to one in return for his aid, which never came. Another openly defied orders to ally with us against the French. Caterina Sforza- that bitch of Forli- she rode with the French, took arms from them, and barricaded the walls of Forli with canon. We had the husband humiliated and then later killed, sought to bring the bitch to us in chains. Then after she gave me the wound that would aid in my death, I took the finger of her son, and later his life... had another one of that viperous family not slithered out to ambush us.

[hench_wench]

Hmm. Going after the son? You're not a kind man, Juan Borgia.

[If the scar on his leg is still there after A MILLION RESETS she'll lightly trace her fingers over it.]

[foundjuanting]

He was her weakness, though in the end she would have let him hang in time.

[hench_wench]

A woman might forgive for a husband, but never a son.

[foundjuanting]

Yes, I am familiar with such a thought, and seen it played out before me.

[hench_wench]

[Hums a little and pets his hair. This complicated significant is a terrible, terrible man.]

[foundjuanting]

I can not blame all of them on mercury, can I?

[hench_wench]

'Fraid not, puddin'.

[foundjuanting]

Then I do not, at least not for some. However much after the siege was its' work.

[hench_wench]

You don't have to be a good man, Juan. Just be good to me. That's all I care about.

[foundjuanting]

I have no worries of failing in that regard.