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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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Life wouldn't be so interesting if we all saw eye to eye on everything, right? I know id't be a much less intriguing place... so, agreeing to disagree is something I'm happy to settle on, Mr. Auditore. Long as you don't mind doing the same...? [and enduring countless attempts to sway you to his point of view in the future...????]

Ah, and... you know... It's been a long time since I've met someone else hailing from Rome! Though, I suppose our 'Romes' are quite different... the heart must be the same. I've met many people from 'Japan' since coming to Paradisa.

Of course, of course.

[Bring it, dude.]

Ah, I am not from Rome -- I'm from Florence, and residing in Venice, both of which have felt the influence of Borgia politics. But "Japan"? I have never heard of it.

[...you know, after all this, he isn't going to get into the changes to the world map. YOU'RE FROM ROME NOW you just don't know it yet. instead, he just taps his chin again thoughtfully as he regards the journal.]

It's a country to the east, and seems quite popular amongst the residents here. I'm sure if you ask around, you could find quite a few people from the region...!

['Borgia politics,' he says. oh, how Abel empathizes. ...for far less moving reasons than Ezio.]

Have you been here long?

A month, now.

[Pause]

Wait -- I have heard of Japan. Molotov mentioned it; they formed an alliance with Italia and Germany at some point in history. I have not met anyone from Japan yet, though, nor do I know where it falls on the map.

Mm, world history is quite rich. It's a little daunting to think about the future in terms like this, I bet...

Yes, which is why I have focused on the time ahead of me.

That's a tricky hill to climb, especially around here...

So it would seem.

...That isn't going to deter you, is it?

No, Father. I have invested too much of my life in it to stop now.

Too much staked in the future to stop now, hm?

But, I wonder what kind of future you're looking for.

I'll know when I find it.

Ah? Striving for the future, but... you aren't sure what you want til you have it?

That's a strange approach, I have to admit.

[Well, thinking about it, he knows a few things.]

I want to see justice done, and then I will... find a wife, have children, and... be an investor, or a banker, I suppose.

['see justice done.' you know what, considering he has some idea what 'justice' entails, he's going to gloss over that point and focus on the others. because they're much more warm and fuzzy inducing.]

Ahh. That sounds like a very good future to me... One worth striving toward!

'Find a wife.' So, there's no special someone yet? [WHAT DID WE JUST MEET so what... he'll ask all the things...!!]

[Ezio's not too put off by the questions -- even if they're oddly personal, he assumes this is just priest doing priestly soul-check-up things.]

Not yet.

[He wouldn't make a wife out of the vast majority of the women he beds... even the ones he's bedded here :|]

[well, he's half-right!]

Love is the kind of thing you can't rush, huh? I guess that's one thing about Paradisa... you've got nothing but time to mull over those sorts of things. If you weren't sure what you wanted from life before, maybe you'll have more of an idea by the time the castle sends you off to adventures elsewhere! [...because he, for one, is not so certain 'home' is their first stop on the castle-train away from this little humble abode.]

[He's still not really over Cristina, in some sense... but it'd be nice to feel head over heels for someone he could see for more than five minutes over the past ten years.]

There is plenty of time, yes.

[Except there isn't, because he's 28 and his family name is pretty much ruined.]

It'd be good to know when Alexander VI will be dead, though, so I can get to that part of my life.

Is that a less-than-subtle hint for a certain priest to, perhaps, cough up certain dates...?

Yes.

But where is the magic word, my fine friend?!

Please, per favore, or in whatever language pleases you.

There is no language finer than that of humility, dear Mr. Auditore. [or he's just trolling you, whatever.]

In that case, I suppose I can part with the details. But... under one condition, okay?

[Biting back a grumble.]

What is the condition?

I would really hate for this to be a shadow over you. One way, or another. I'm not the kind of man who could sleep well at night doing that kind of thing to someone else, you know? It's clearly important to you... but remember that nothing is set in stone.

Long as you can keep that in mind and take this with a grain of salt, then... I won't have a problem obliging. Okay?

the Italian Stallion (nope not getting rid of this nickname forever...)

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