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[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

[assassino]

Exaggerating? I never exaggerate.

[secondchances]

Then you're just picky.

[assassino]

Picky? Never. I just have... [standards? taste?] higher demands.

[he reaches to steal her waffle right from her hands.]

We're in a paradise castle, we can have perfect waffles whenever we want.

[secondchances]

[He succeeds, because she's never had someone try to take her waffle before. She's offended.]

Excuse you, that's mine. Maybe I like the taste of frozen waffles, huh? [Give it back >:( ]

[assassino]

[playfully, as he lifts it out of her reach.]

Come, now. I bet if you try proper waffles, you'll never eat these again.

[secondchances]

I've had "proper" waffles. Give me back my improper waffle before you get hurt.

[assassino]

And what would you do to hurt me?

[He hands it back to her, though, because... he doesn't want to be a jerk.]

[secondchances]

[The precioussssssssss. She takes a BIG BITE because it's so delicious.]

All you need to know is that you narrowly avoided the pain. S'all good now.

[assassino]

No, I'm curious now. What would you do?

[secondchances]

[Shrug. Sorry, too busy chewing.]

[assassino]

[Well, fine. He takes the last sip of what's left of his milk.







And keeps his comments to himself.]

[secondchances]

[Yes, Assassin, she's that boring and nonthreatening. Yesssss...]

... anyway, I didn't say I was going to do anything. I meant you might slip in a milk puddle and break your neck. That would be fun to explain to your sister.

[assassino]

Ah, so the little blonde has a dark side.

Claudia would suspect something. I am not so clumsy that a spill would do me in.

[secondchances]

I'm just cautious, that's all. But I guess you're right, if you didn't fall of the Eiffel Tower or trip over something when drunk.

[assassino]

[grin]

You thought me impressive, then.

[secondchances]

Impressive with a dash of crazy.

[assassino]

Not crazy. Just confident.

[secondchances]

How did you learn to do that?

[assassino]

My older brother, Federico, taught me. I always climbed for a hobby, but Federico taught me to do it with speed, agility, fearlessness –– he would challenge me to races across the rooftops, or to the tops of towers.

[Amused, reminiscing.]

When your pride is resting on your ability to leap from one building to another without falling to your death, you learn fast.

[secondchances]

[She smiles, knowing how that goes. Sure, Bruce had a hand in making sure she didn't go splat on the pavement, but she likes to think playing tag with Cass is what really helped solidify her comfort on the rooftops.]

Terrors of the neighborhood? Your parents must have been thrilled.

[assassino]

[Laugh]

There were many lectures, but I was determined to have as much fun as possible before I had to settle down into the family career.

[The public one, anyway.]

They were lenient, though; my father was just as wild in his youth. I think Mother liked to see that in her elder sons, even if she didn't like our choices in, ah... outlets.

[secondchances]

[Ah, the playboy phase.]

I'm sure she deserves a trophy either way.

[assassino]

Certainly! Not that Claudia and Petruccio did not test her patience, but that is how the Auditore are.

I'm still not sure how she knew about everything that I got up to, though. I could stay out until six in the morning, get into fights, meet women, drink... and by time I climbed out of bed at nine, she would already know what I had been up to.

[secondchances]

Please tell me there are only four of you. [POOR MAMA AUDITORE...

She laughs, though, glad her mom is pretty oblivious to her activities.]

Did you come home with bruises, covered in lipstick, and smelling like booze?

[assassino]

Only four.

[Amused.]

Yes, and sometimes worse -- I once earned a gash to the head that could have killed me, but Federico and I stopped at the dottore before we went home.