!!z0ABcqUnNAP 04/21/12(Sat)19:14 No.18807364|
"So..." You ask, still a bit confused.
"You're family has intertwined quite heavily with another, Faustus. The Crispo family, one nearly as wealthy and influential as your own. I don't suppose, however, the the Medici would ever fully integrate, would they?"
"You're a clever one. No, certainly not. Nor would this other family, I suppose. I'd bet my honor that there is at least some divide, no matter how small and hidden it might be. Take it up with either side of the split, and turn it into a chasm. Either way, I would expect you'll find what you're looking for." Faustus chuckles as he nods his head.
"So they'll hand over her body one way or another, you think?" You ask the watery form in front of you.
"In lieu of an internal conflict? Yes. In the unmasking of a scandal such as this? Certainly. Appeal to one side, turn it against the other."
"Yeah, you make it sound easy. Is that how you wound up as a puddle buried inside the ruins of a city?"
"A man deprived of his rightful place is a man scorned, and a man scorned cares little for keeping such secrets as secrets, or avoiding taboo. I was to assume the mantle of our family's patriarch. A title I didn't take lightly. So when I was so wrongfully denied, well... The call of power corrupts all who can taste it, and I was no exception. Necromancy is the most disgraceful of all magic, you see. So disgraceful in fact, that my family would have rather me be little more than water and mind, than to raise an army of the dead in an attempt to reclaim my stolen crown." Faustus's eyes, little more than blue orbs, turn toward Kiara.
"Which means you must have been in quite a predicament, little girl, to have lowered yourself to such practices."