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[assassino]

[All written, a little too carefully; he's deliberated on this for a few days, after all.]

----- Stephanie -----
Are you home?


----- Molotov -----
He said you'd met already.


----- Cassandra -----
[He'll dictate just for her, sounding plenty sober and moody:]

Come keep me company tonight, I am lonely.


----- Friends -----
My father, Giovanni Auditore, is here. It has been eighteen years since I last saw him, so I would appreciate being given time to get to know him again. While I do not mind if you introduce yourselves to him, please mind what you tell him about me.


----- Assassins (excluding Giovanni) -----
The Assassin Giovanni Auditore is here. Be on your best behaviour or I will kick the shit out of you.

Comments

straight to action yo

[hellofist]

[It's been awhile since she's heard that tone from him, so Cass is out the door pretty much as soon as she hears this. Thanks to her motorcycle and her willingness to drive it over pretty much any terrain ever, it doesn't take long to get to the castle and it's a quick climb up to his window, since that's the fastest way in.

She taps on the glass to be let in, peering to try to see if she can catch a glimpse of him for a hint about what's wrong.]

Ezio

[molotov]

Da, I have. Who is "he"?

Molotov

[assassino]

My father.

Ezio

[molotov]

Oh, da, I did. I happened to walk outside while he was wandering the hall.

hell yeah

[assassino]

[Ezio is on his feet when he hears her tap, and he walks over to the window to let her in. He's fine, for the most part, but then again, it has only been days since his father returned from the dead some eighteen years later, and for that Ezio has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He motions for her to come in.]

Molotov

[assassino]

[Ezio nods before remembering that he has to reply verbally, too.]

I see.

Ezio

[molotov]

Is there more to this? You could have just taken his word for it.

[hellofist]

[He'd sounded more than just lonely and now that she can see him for herself, she's sure that's true. Once the window is open she slips in, closes it behind her so the cold won't get to him, and then she's right in his personal space to reach up and touch his cheek.]

What happened?

Molotov

[assassino]

I know.

I just wanted to know your mind, that's all.

[assassino]

[She gets close and he wraps his arms around her waist, loosely. There are a thousand things swimming through his mind, and yet no delicate way to express it all, save...]

My father is here.

Ezio

[molotov]

He is... well, I suppose it was a bad time to make a proper impression. He seemed very unsettled, and I imagine that meeting someone as different from your time as I am did not help.

[Also she was walking a bear, dressed like a Russian hooker, and her name is Cocktease. Average day for her, probably very odd for Giovanni Auditore.]

Molotov

[assassino]

[He'd be surprised if he'd just arrived, too.]

Well, thank you for clarifying some things for him.

Ezio

[molotov]

You are welcome. He will be fine, just like you. Maybe he will be good for you, keep you from your vicious cycles.

Speaking of, I heard about your... mishap on Valentine's Day.

4ever

[secondchances]

Uh huh. What's up?

Molotov

[assassino]

[Nothing like a bit of good old-fashioned embarrassment to slowly drag him from his misery.]

Who told you?

[Fucking James, it was probably FUCKING JAMES.]

4ever

[assassino]

Tell Tim to take a walk [or a flying fuck at the moon.] I need to speak with you.

Ezio

[molotov]

[Mary James and Molotov, bffs. Get over it, Auditore.]

I ran into James in the hall while I was husband-hunting. So I took a break and we had a drink.

[hellofist]

[That's the nice thing about Cass, though. He doesn't have to say any of it, his body language spells it out for her.]

Ezio...

[He holds her loosely, but she puts both arms around him and hugs him tightly. It would be pointless to ask how he is, how he's handling that, so she just holds him instead. They can get there eventually if he wants to talk but for now? Hugs.]

[secondchances]

Ezio, what's wrong? Look, I'll go over to your place, just give me a few.

[assassino]

[He just lets her hang onto him, and he lifts one hand along her back, almost non-committed. He thought this is what he wanted, some comfort from a good friend, but alas, not even boobs against him is enough to soothe his angst.]

It is a good thing, all considered. It is a chance to see him I will never have again.

[assassino]

[A sigh.]

I am already in the city and I am in no mood to debate over this. Just meet me at Lana's house, then.

Molotov

[assassino]

[An annoyed huff.]

Are you becoming friends, then?

Ezio

[molotov]

Do you have some objection to that?

[hellofist]

It still hurts, though. A little bit.

[She'd gone through something similar, seeing Stephanie here so abruptly after knowing she was dead. It's not the same thing at all, this is Ezio's father, but she can still relate to having no idea how you're supposed to adjust to getting back something you never thought you'd have again.

Cass draws back from him after a moment, taking his hands to lead him to the couch to sit down.]

When did he get here?

[secondchances]

Alright. There soon.

[She can't imagine what could be wrong, and that just makes her rush more than she already was. Her hair is a mess as she reaches the door.]

Ezio?