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[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.]

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[There is silence for a short while as Aziraphale contemplates this, racking his memories for any references.]

Sounds like piffle to me, dear boy. We'd know if he had something like that, someone from Up or Down There would have noticed.

[Probably. Maybe.]

[Piffle...?]

So it is impossible for it to be an Apple of Eden? He is a man of God. Surely he would know?

[Even Ezio doubts that, though, because fuck that guy.]

I would say it was highly unlikely.

Besides, the apples from Eden would have rotted centuries before Borgia was born.

[A long hum of deep thought.]

I did not think something divine could rot... and this "Apple" he has looks to be made of metal.

Well now, that's just ridiculous, none of the apples in Eden were metal... however could Eve have eaten one if they were?

I do not know. With all due respect, the Bible is very confusing... I wondered if something had been lost in translation.

[Damn. He'd thought he was on to something.]

What could it be, then? Even being near it tempts one to take it.

I wouldn't blame that on the apple, there's probably a demon nearby somewhere.

[One of the old school ones, like Hastur and Ligur, the ones who would chip away at a soul by making them covet such an item.]

What? With the Apple?

[His childhood is littered with his father scolding him for jumping at shadows: demons are stories.

But then again, he supposes, if Serpents and devils can be real, so can demons.

But he still doesn't want that shit in his room.]