Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160223071118

Azulius moved a little closer to Honara as well, glad for her gesture. But still, this story was always a tricky one to tell, and considering what Honara said earlier...

"I thought you hated stories about people who couldn't move on," Azulius asked with a hint of accusation. "But since today's supposed to be happy, I'll give you the abridged version.  I kind of mentioned it yesterday, when we were talking, but the full story is something like this:"

"My grandmother never got involved with organized crime.  She married my grandfather because she loved him, and she was willing to look past the family business.  Kindest woman I ever knew.  Eight years back, my great-uncle Slate died, and Grandpa Ochre was the new Don.  A few months after he was sworn in, he and Rosa were leaving a restaurant.  They got ambushed by a team from the Glass Hearts, a mid-level gang who never really liked us.  Ochre and all his guards survived, but Rosa died before a doctor could get there.  In his arms, they tell me."

"Grandpa tried living in his study on just liquor and cigars.  After two weeks, he came out, gathered everyone up, and decided it was time to get some revenge.  I was 12, so I couldn't help yet; Vio neither.  But the rest of the family blew up their main base of operations, then tracked down every last Glass Heart who survived the blast and 'dealt' with them.  Next day, Vacuo PD's Organized Crime had a 'mysterious fire' in their evidence locker that torched everything they had about the Glassies.  Grandpa still wasn't the same, though.  He was there talking with ya, but you could look in his eyes and tell he was somewhere else.  He made the choice to start reforming the family a few months later, and we've been on the slightly-more-straight-and-narrow ever since." Azzie turned to look at Honara, his face trying to decide if it should smile or frown.

"So yeah, when we say 'don't mess with the family', we mean it."