iv λ knowledge

[assassino]

[Ezio is about to bust out the most intense filter work of his life. He has never done a complicated filter before, and he needs to do this right.]


----- Inventors, technology experts, mechanics, but barring those who seek power -----

[he clears his throat, then in that thick Italian accent:]

Hello... my name is Ezio Auditore, and I seek an inventor or mechanic or... esperto of some kind. I have obtained an object of great importance, but I do not know what it does, or what it is capable of.

But I need someone I can trust, someone with the right... sensitivities for this object.





-----Historians and Religious people, barring Lucrezia Borgia -----

[Still more thick Italian accent:]

I seek information about Pope Alexander VI.


-----


[And, with that done, you can find him in the kitchen, contemplating the microwave.]

Comments

the Italian Stallion

[bloodsugar]

[b'aww he didn't mean it like that, babby. Abel judges not. ...it'd be kind of stupid if he did, considering.]

Did I manage to satisfy all your curiosities, at least...?

Father Abel Nightroad

[assassino]

Yes, Father.

the Italian Stallion

[bloodsugar]

Good! Then... I hope our next conversation can take place over tea sometime, eh? Don't get me wrong -- the journals are nice and all, but it's hardly a replacement for a little face time.

Father Abel Nightroad

[assassino]

[A bit more at-ease, at that. Though he's not particularly eager to deal with moralizing, it's only polite... and it's good to make friends, especially if he means to stay in good standing with the other residents.]

Of course. Though...

[a touch sheepish]

I do not know what "tea" is.

the Italian Stallion

[bloodsugar]

[--CHOKED NOISE:] ...You poor, poor, neglected soul, I... I'm so sorry. [so grave.]

Don't you worry, Mr. Auditore. I will remedy this horrible tragedy, just you-- wait! You'll be in love in no time at all~!

Father Abel Nightroad

[assassino]

[A bit concerned. What is he missing, exactly?]

It must be serious, for my ignorance to be a tragedy.

the Italian Stallion

[bloodsugar]

Absolutely--! A sin against man, for one to go his lifetime without knowing tea's sweet embrace upon his tongue...

Father Abel Nightroad

[assassino]

I was not aware it was possible to sin against man.

Is it like wine?

the Italian Stallion

[bloodsugar]

It absolutely can! A crime against the entirety of mankind! A sin against your brethren of blood, Mr. Auditore--! [all the dramatics.]

No, no... it's warm, and made from herbs and heated water. There's many different flavors and varieties... I'm positive you'll like it! Definitely!

Father Abel Nightroad

[assassino]

More like coffee, then?

the Italian Stallion

[bloodsugar]

Mm, yes, yes. More like coffee than wine, for sure! But it's more sophisticated than that, I'd say.

Father Abel Nightroad

[assassino]

Interesting. I will have to try this.

the Italian Stallion

[bloodsugar]

I would happily be your guiding hand into the world of deliciousness, Mr. Auditore. Never fear!