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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.

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley lowers his voice a little]

Aziraphale, I really don't think it's a good idea to be poking that thing with a sword. I think we should stick to my concrete idea.

Maybe put a giant rock on top of it too.

[thwarting]

[Glancing around the other assembled people, he lowered his voice as well.]

Better to be prepared, don't you think?

[assassino]

[He moves in front of Steph, in case this thing explodes. Protectin' the ladies.

He gestures at the sword.]

What if you destroy it? Then we'll never know what it does.

[secondchances]

[Excuse you, Ezio, you're in the way. She takes a step to the side so she can see.]

I'm sort of okay with destroying it if it's something dangerous. Better safe than sorry.

[noblefive]

I don't think poking that thing with a sword will do much, anyway.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley raises his hands, stepping back a little]

Okay but don't say I didn't warn you.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Oh look, it's the person who pays attention to nothing]

'I think it might be a best idea not to attack it. First off, we don't known what it is. Second, if it is an item of apocalyptic power, i would think attacking it is the last time we should do.'

done with permission lol

[thwarting]

[Aziraphale looked from one to the other around the assembled party, different faces for destroying and keeping.

Eventually, he got rather too flustered and just waved a hand at the blessed thing, turning it into a perfectly harmless pillow with nice beaded brocade around the edges.]

Re: done with permission lol

[assassino]

[And Ezio, of course, flips. He rushes forward to pick it up, as if the Apple might be inside it, and he feels almost panicked when it feels like just a normal pillow. Where did it go? He even sounds panicked.]

What did you do?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley slow claps in response]

...Wow. Great idea, angel.

[secondchances]

... that was easy.

[thwarting]

I... turned it into a pillow, dear boy.

[He gives a helpless shrug.]

At least it's not longer dangerous.

[assassino]

[Not pleased at all. He advances on Aziraphale, just out of frustration.]

I wanted answers, not a pillow!

[noblefive]

In my opinion, this is a good thing. We can look into it without it going off.

[A pause]

Assuming it can be turned back.

[secondchances]

Okay, a little warning would have been nice, in retrospect. Let's not overreact, here.

[Who knows if they're already past that point. We'll go with assuming it can be turned back...]

It starts ticking, then you can pillow-fy it. If no one can figure it out, Ezio's got a nice--but uselessly foreboding--new desk ornament.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'I'll agree with Jorge. This at least means it can be touched by magic without attempting to explode or otherwise. Though anything offensive might be a bad idea still.'

[assassino]

[raagh, temper]

I needed to know what it does!

[thwarting]

Don't be rash now, Mr. Auditore, it's probably better this way. After all, nobody can get hurt with a nice pillow, can they?

[noblefive]

You could smother someone with it.

[Not helping, Jorge.]

[onlyanapple]

Don't tempt me.

[assassino]

It may be harmless, but I wanted answers, so that I could know how Borgia intends to use it! [He approaches Aziraphale, threatening.] Either reverse it or spare me of your presence.

[thwarting]

[Is he being threatened? He's not entirely used to this, shooting an agonised glance to Crowley - he can't fight back, he might hurt the poor chap.]

There's no need for this, old boy.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's response was immediate. The temperature in the room raised considerably, while growing darker at the same time, as if all the light had been chased away, leaving only darkness and a heat which seemed to radiate from nowhere.

Ezio has unwittingly stepped into the one thing Crowley would not abide by. Threatening the angel.

Crowley's tone remained calm however. For now]

If you value your continued existence, I'd rethink a better way to ask that if I were you.

[assassino]

[He knows he doesn't stand a chance against servants of God, so he's not sure what he intends to do beyond talk. He looks between Crowley and Aziraphale, and takes a step back again.]

I just want the Apple back, so that I might know what it does.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'And to do that is a slow process. Instant results are impossible with something so unknown and potentially powerful.'