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[assassino]

[Ezio has had a bad feeling about this Apple for weeks now, and the feeling has only intensified as the days go by. It's clear the Apple is dangerous or powerful in some way, or else Borgia wouldn't have wanted it. The question is whether it's powerful in its own right, or if it just gives access to whatever is in the Vault –– and whatever is in there Ezio can't see in Borgia's hands.

Part of him still wants to believe that the Apple is harmless. He knows it's not a literal piece of Eden, but is only so in name. He knows that Altair thought and philosophized over it extensively, and felt that humans shouldn't have it, or something along those lines. What Altair thought actually troubles him most; he hasn't read the Codex pages in eight years, and when he did read them, he had dismissed them as some sort of fairy tale. Those same "fairy tales" have kept him up at night as of late, and whenever he isn't, er, preoccupied, he's staring at the ceiling, straining to remember what, exactly, the Codex said.

He just hadn't taken this seriously enough, and now he has to figure it out himself.

So here he is, relying on strangers for help. Jorge, Colonel Jade Curtiss, Stephanie Brown, Aziraphale the Angel, and his sister.

Ezio has the Apple perched on the top of a candlestick, as a makeshift stand, and he's now waiting for his motley crew of "experts" to arrive.]


Hmm.

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[noblefive]

[There's a brisk knocking on the door, and, once opened, reveals a 7'8" man, armoured in futuristic armour.]

[assassino]

[He opens the door and-- holy shit. Ezio stares for a moment. Well, everyone else is here, so...]

Are you Jorge?

[noblefive]

That's me. Hope I'm not too late.

[assassino]

[can't help but stare as he stands back.]

No, it's fine. Come in.

[noblefive]

[Jorge is used to the staring, so excuse him as he ducks and turns slightly to get his bulk through the door.]

Thanks.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Oh hey armor guy! Jade waves.]</small.

[noblefive]

Colonel.

[Jorge waves back instead of saluting, but his tone is still respectful]

[secondchances]

[Stare.]

[noblefive]

[casual wave.]

Afternoon

((OOC: If not afternoon, append with what time of day it is.))

[secondchances]

What did they feed you?

[noblefive]

[A chuckle right there]

Genetic enhancements, ma'am. But, rest assured, I'm human.

[secondchances]

It's a little more freaky that you are human and manage to be this tall, even with genetic enhancements.

I'm Stephanie, by the way. [Now she'll smile and wave.]

[noblefive]

Well, the armour adds four inches.

Noble Five. Or Jorge, if you prefer.

[secondchances]

Oh, so you're only a billion feet tall, not a billion feet and four inches. Gotcha.

Nice to meet you, Jorge.

[noblefive]

I wouldn't overexagerate at a billion.

[secondchances]

... a million feet, then.

[noblefive]

[More chuckling]

Seven.

[secondchances]

I rounded up.

[noblefive]

Rounded up quite a bit.