Character
Tag:
Mia Monroe
Location: Serreno
"So...is assassination off the menu?"
Reina took a whetstone across the edge of Whisperwind either way. She didn't have to care for the blade in the manner she was, but it kept her mind focused, rather than wandering. The fact that assassination had been the first avenue her mind had went towards scared the Ersansyr. There were dozens of other ways they could have dealt with this Count. Spread his emails across the net, inspire his people to stand up and rebel against him for the Mandalorians. Wasn't there that creed that Mandalorians-But-Not-Mandalorians could follow? The Dorian? Derian? Domarian? One of those.
Come to think of it, if Reina tried to do a good job, maybe she could get rewarded with the role of Countess. Countess Daival. Part of it rolled off her tongue in a delectable way. Though she gave a short shake of her head. No. That wouldn't quite work. It wasn't the kind of title she wanted...Though could beggars be choosers? If it was her only chance of ever getting a title? No. No. It wasn't worth it.
For now, she just focused on adjusting her armour as well as she could. It wasn't something she was used to wearing anymore, but it was how she tried to organise her jobs now. Mandalorian jobs had her stuck in her own version of a tin-can. Sure, it wasn't the worst for protection, but the redhead had moved away from requiring a strong defense. Now? She worked on being agile. She could take a hit if she had to...but more often than not nowadays, she didn't want to.
Location: Serreno
"So...is assassination off the menu?"
Reina took a whetstone across the edge of Whisperwind either way. She didn't have to care for the blade in the manner she was, but it kept her mind focused, rather than wandering. The fact that assassination had been the first avenue her mind had went towards scared the Ersansyr. There were dozens of other ways they could have dealt with this Count. Spread his emails across the net, inspire his people to stand up and rebel against him for the Mandalorians. Wasn't there that creed that Mandalorians-But-Not-Mandalorians could follow? The Dorian? Derian? Domarian? One of those.
Come to think of it, if Reina tried to do a good job, maybe she could get rewarded with the role of Countess. Countess Daival. Part of it rolled off her tongue in a delectable way. Though she gave a short shake of her head. No. That wouldn't quite work. It wasn't the kind of title she wanted...Though could beggars be choosers? If it was her only chance of ever getting a title? No. No. It wasn't worth it.
For now, she just focused on adjusting her armour as well as she could. It wasn't something she was used to wearing anymore, but it was how she tried to organise her jobs now. Mandalorian jobs had her stuck in her own version of a tin-can. Sure, it wasn't the worst for protection, but the redhead had moved away from requiring a strong defense. Now? She worked on being agile. She could take a hit if she had to...but more often than not nowadays, she didn't want to.