001 | Dictated

[hellofist]

Uh... Is it- working?

[Okay, those are definitely the letters that make up the word uh but the rest of it is just jumbled up nonsense. Still, Cass is just going to trust this thing is writing down what she's saying.]

I'm- lost. I think. Castle is big. In book room. Um, library. [Come on Cass, use the right names for things.] Could use [help] information. Um... tips? Meeting in person... would be best.

[Nothing happens for a minute, but then Cass remembers the important part about introductions: You have to actually introduce yourself.]

I'm Cassandra. Cain.

[If anyone does go looking for her, they'll find Cass poking through the books and possibly looking at them like she's reading them, but once you're close enough it's clear... she's holding the book upside down. Oops.]

((ooc: Cass can't read, so any written replies might give her trouble. Feel free to find her in the library for in person meetings!)

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[hellofist]

[Wait what]

Seems like... weird thing to say.

[assassino]

I have a bit of a ... reputation, we will say. But no need to worry. [A grin.]

[hellofist]

[She smiles back.]

I'm not. What reputation?

[assassino]

A reputation as a womanizer. A man who loves women. Stephanie has put her friends "off limits," so to speak.

[hellofist]

Well... not her place, to- put limits, on friends.

[Because seriously Steph she's a grown ass woman, she can decide these things on her own.]

Don't think I want... to be womanized, though. Sounds painful.

[assassino]

[Oh god, she's so cute. What the hell, cute ex-Assassins.]

Haha, no, dolcezza. It is not painful at all. It is meant to be enjoyed!

[hellofist]

Wouldn't know. Never had boyfriend.

[But he calls her that name again and his body language when he says it tells her it's nothing rude. Now she's curious.]

Called me that, before. What's... dolcezza?

[assassino]

[Aww, little lamb.]

"Sweetness." I think Americans would say "Sweetheart," but it is the same thing. A pet name for young women.

[hellofist]

What's the... boy version?

[assassino]

Bellissimo, perhaps? It would depend on circumstance.

[hellofist]

Bellissimo.

[Good. Now she has something to call him back when he starts using pet names. Pleased with this turn of events, she nods.]

Is there... a gym, here?

[assassino]

There is –– it is rather large, though I do not have much for comparison.

[hellofist]

I usually... train every morning. Two hours. If you want to see... can go there.

[Because she doesn't really want to agree to fight a stranger and she'll be training anyway, having someone watch won't bother her.]

Maybe, if you're feeling... daring, we could spar.

[assassino]

I could be tempted, perhaps. [He grins.] There are certainly few here who are trained as assassins.

[hellofist]

Maybe we can... learn from each other, then.

[Not that she'll be using anything she might happen to learn through watching Ezio fight to kill people, but it can never hurt to learn a new style of fighting.]

[assassino]

[He reaches to trace the curve of her jaw with one finger, gently. He's a tactile guy, overly friendly with women, well-intended... he could flirt with women in his sleep.]

I am sure we can.

[hellofist]

[She lets him. She's the same way, always touching and in other people's space. She can count the number of times she's been hugged her whole life on one hand, she'll always crave contact of any kind if it means she gets to read from someone that they care about her.

That's not exactly what she's getting from Ezio of course, but it's just his finger, there's no harm in that.]

Decided to... ignore Steph's limits, Bellissimo?

[assassino]

[He chuckles.]

No, no. I do the same with most women... and I have a lover who would be sore if I ignored Stephanie's limits, too.

[hellofist]

[Well she's never heard that word in relation to another person before, so it's what his body tells her that fills it in. She can't help but wrinkle her nose at it a little.]

Is that... what you say, in 1488? Instead of girlfriend?

[assassino]

It is. We do not "date" in our time. Courtship is done with the intent of marriage... with no intent of marriage, one is merely a lover.

[hellofist]

Is it... hard, for you? Trying to find right words... so people understand?

[It seems a little similar to what she has to do, when she has a perfectly formed thought and she knows exactly what she wants to get across but she can't. Ezio has a language barrier of his own thanks to the time he's from, his own things that modern people wouldn't quite get without an explanation.

Maybe it's reaching but she likes the idea that she's not the only one in the world with this kind of problem.]</small?

[assassino]

[He chuckles.]

At times. It can be frustrating to need to stop a conversation to ask questions, or have them explain what they mean. In the past year, I have had to learn many things –– everything from electricity to sexism to table cutlery. There are many things we do not have words for, many aspects of my culture that have no relevance to the people here.

[hellofist]

[She can't help but grin a little, hearing all that.]

Electricty was weird... for me, too. And hot water. Food that's just... there. It's easy, living inside.

[assassino]

Certainly! These people do not know what it is like to have to search for a meal, or work to pay for it, or lug buckets of water from the fire to the available tub just to get a warm bath. They take everything for granted. They do not appreciate such things so much.

[hellofist]

[She just smiles as he speaks, pleased in a way she's never been before to be able to talk about this kind of thing. No one's ever really gotten it before. Lightly, she pokes him in the chest with one finger.]

Might have been... not best start, [considering the whole threatening to rip out his spine thing and all] but... glad I met you, Ezio.