by The Kingpin » Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:30 pm
Drake sat in the living room in front of the fireplace, looking between his Nemesis revolver, the slim Dell laptop on the small coffee table in front of him, and the ammunition in his hand, looking at the silver lined, golden coloured, UV tipped bullets as he loaded them into the 12 shot barrel clip of the Revolver, thinking through the plan he had formulated for the attack on Siete and Zerenski that was going to go through soon. the thought of ridding himself of two of the main threats to him and the others was a soothing one, but also one that made him worry. he was sure there was something missing in his plan. there was an aspect of Zerenski's actions that seemed out of place. it wasn't like him to be so...upfront. usually, all his dealings were done through his followers, only making an appearance in places where family was involved, or where it gave him the opportunity to rapidly expand his range of influence...Siete wasn't the kind of person who could supply him with that, and Drake knew for a fact he wasn't a relative; that would've had him on his hit list centuries ago. so what was the cause for such a personal meeting?...he was left puzzled, and frustrated. he shoved the last bullet into the barrel and closed it, examining the details of the gun absently as he thought over the plan again, to see if he could find another potential point of interest...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG