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]

[Oh god. On his end, he's clutching the neck of the bag containing the Apple like it could vanish at any moment. Is that what he's holding?]

Would this Crowley know more about the apples worked? How they gave Adam and Eve knowledge?

[thwarting]

I don't think so, his expertise was never the apple. More the temptation, to be honest.

[assassino]

[Resolving to try anyway.]

Is there anyone here who could?

[thwarting]

I'm afraid I would have said Crowley and myself were your best bet, I don't believe anyone else here has been to Eden.

[assassino]

I understand. Thank you.

[thwarting]

Not at all a problem, dear boy.

[assassino]

[Bullshit about Borgia aside, he's suddenly hopeful. If he can figure out the Apple, he can still win.]

Should I be careful, talking to Crowley, given who he is?

[thwarting]

Oh no, he's quite harmless really.

[There was a pause. It was one of those pauses that was loaded with guilt, as the implications of careless words sank in - the sort of pause that was usually accompanied by a swear word or breaking pottery.]

--I mean fearsome. Quite fearsome.

[assassino]

[Curiously]

Harmless?

[thwarting]

No... No, I'm quite sure I said fearsome.

[assassino]

[Wondering how far he could push the envelope with Crowley, then.]

I see.

[thwarting]

One shouldn't tangle with a demon, it's... very dangerous.

[assassino]

Well, you said it yourself. "Fearsome."

[thwarting]

...Quite.

[He really ballsed that up, didn't he?]

[assassino]

Thank you, again.

[thwarting]

Not at all, it's always a pleasure to pass on knowledge.

Aziraphale

[assassino]

[Back, some times later... after talking to Crowley again.]

I have more questions!

Mr. Auditore

[thwarting]

Hm?

Oh yes, how may I help?

Aziraphale

[assassino]

In 1488, Rodrigo Borgia came into the possession of an "Apple" that he claims to be a "Piece of Eden"... I know he will attempt to use it for some evil end. He claims it is important for the coming of a Prophet, to use used to open a "Vault", and it has something to do with a "Floating City".

Do you know what any of that means?

Mr. Auditore

[thwarting]

[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.]

Aziraphale

[assassino]

[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.]

Mr. Auditore

[thwarting]

I would say it was highly unlikely.

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

Aziraphale

[assassino]

[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.

Mr. Auditore

[thwarting]

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

Aziraphale

[assassino]

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.