Ashley Riot (
riskbreaker) wrote in
busemox2013-02-12 08:55 pm
je suis le cerf; et vous, le chasseur

The town, built on an outjutting part of the mountain, in places even overhanging the sea, looks across the straits, full of sandbanks, towards the southernmost coast of Sardinia. Beneath it, on the other side and almost surrounding it, is a cleft in the cliff like an immense corridor which serves as a harbor, and along it the little Italian and Sardinian fishing boats come by a circuitous route between precipitous cliffs as far as the first houses, and every two weeks the old, wheezy steamer which makes the trip to Ajaccio.
On the white mountain the houses, massed together, makes an even whiter spot. They look like the nests of wild birds, clinging to this peak, overlooking this terrible passage, where vessels rarely venture. The wind, which blows uninterruptedly, has swept bare the forbidding coast; it drives through the narrow straits and lays waste both sides. The pale streaks of foam, clinging to the black rocks, whose countless peaks rise up out of the water, look like bits of rag floating and drifting on the surface of the sea.
--"A Vendetta", Guy de Maupassant
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i made a thing
[There's not much else to be done but to wait-- for Sydney to show himself, or for the man to set out some kind of bait himself. Ashley's willing to take it; he's dealt with the real high-class criminals, unlike poor rookie Callo.]
We've tried. Criminals are very persistent about getting their money, if you can believe it. [He huffs, unamused.]
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Think like a criminal, Ashley. If you were Losstarot, what would you be doing right now?
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Planning, mostly.
There are people on it. I'm sure we'll hear how that works out soon.
[God, he'd like to just wring his neck and be done with it. But most things are much more difficult than that.]
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Sometimes they never expect you to be obvious.