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

[assassino]

[Eyebrow raise. What is your history class teaching you, girl?]

Many women want that, yes, but that's a given for them, not a concern.

[secondchances]

Plague?

[assassino]

What do they teach you in these history classes?

[secondchances]

Not enough, apparently...

And lots of stuff that goes in one ear and out the other. To be fair, I never thought I'd need to use it.

[assassino]

That or American scholars know precious little about us.

[secondchances]

Nonono, it's definitely that. You'd probably be surprised about how much has been found out about your time, but not everyone gets educated about it. When I learned about it--high school--it was just sort of a... glimpse into it. An hour a day, five days a week, for not even a year. Covering a lot of stuff, and that's not taking into consideration all the times we goofed off in class or I didn't show go.

This is why books are good.

[assassino]

That's disappointing. My time is revolutionary. I would think that everyone would want to know about us.

[secondchances]

I think my college has an Italian studies major or something like that...

[assassino]

[He doesn't know what that is but oh well :(]

Even so... the women I know in Firenze and Venezia know what they want, and when they want it. They are... demanding, you could say. The American women I've met here are flighty.

[secondchances]

[THEY'RE ALL CLAUDIA??? She doesn't say it, but the look on her face almost does...]

Give me an example.

[assassino]

[Hey, they are demanding without being bratty.]

I met a woman at the bar. Beautiful woman, nothing but confidence. She took a challenge without hesitation. We talked about wine and Venetian food, and she said she was familiar. When I asked her to step out with me, she agreed! But then she said she needed to check her schedule, and would let me know. As of yet, she hasn't.

Now... if she wasn't interested, that is fine. That is her privilege. But why does a beautiful woman with such confidence not have the fortitude to simply say so? Any good Italian woman would speak frankly.

[secondchances]

Maybe she was interested, and just happens to be really busy? Or forgot? Or maybe she wasn't THAT interested, but didn't want to hurt your feelings with an outright rejection? Or, she couldn't tell at that point... [Shrug.] It happens.

[assassino]

[He leans against the counter and smiles.]

Sounds fickle to me.

[secondchances]

You're just annoyed she left you in suspense, huh.

[assassino]

No, I [slept with another woman that night] am not so easily frustrated.

[Grin]

What about you, then?

[secondchances]

[Oh no.]

What about me?

[assassino]

You pointed out that mistletoe but have not made a move since.

[secondchances]

Ooooh, that! That. I remember that now... [What does she even say?]




I was educating you.

[assassino]

[Laugh]

You would bring another question upon yourself, for something I wouldn't have encountered otherwise?

[secondchances]

I was in the holiday spirit and didn't want you to be surprised if people randomly kissed you. [That's her story. She is sticking to it.]

[assassino]

[Amused.] And you do this for everyone, to make sure they are not surprised?

[secondchances]

Only my newly acquired Italian friends that don't know the tradition.

[assassino]

[Smiiiiiiiiiiiiiile.]

Fickle.

[secondchances]

Fickle: when a girl doesn't immediately outright reject a guy or jump a guy. A definition by Ezio. So you have to put in some critical thinking. Don't people in your time appreciate the thrill of the chase?

Nnnnnot that I'm angling for any chasing on my part, I'm talking about that other one.

[assassino]

Saying "yes" and then not getting in touch is not a chase, bella. This isn't to say a woman ought to rush to conclusions, but a man needs to know that she wants to be chased.