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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]

Of course not. I just need to find the right inventor, first.

[Drinking fresh milk straight? Yes please, they don't get to do that shit often at home.]

Yes, please.

[secondchances]

[She pours him a glass, and then one for herself.]

Here's to hoping your "apple" thing is just a key to something worlds away. [And not. Like. Explosive.]

[assassino]

I doubt it, saccente, but it would be nice.

[He takes his glass. Yesssssss.]

[secondchances]

We'll find out sooner or later.

[Ah, the sound of delicious waffles popping up in the toaster.]

[assassino]

[And that startles the fuck out of Ezio, who JUMPS and wheels to face the toaster, spilling his milk everywhere.]

[secondchances]

[Steph's not phased by the sound of the toaster, but Ezio's reaction startles the fuck out of HER. While she doesn't spill her milk... she sure does spit it.]

[assassino]

[He realizes, precious seconds after his overreaction, that it's just a toaster. By that time, however, he already has his free hand on the hilt of his sword. The glass is still clutched in the other.

Then he lets his hand drift away from his sword. IT'S SAFE..... ALL IS SAFE...





He feels kind of embarrassed though.]

[secondchances]

[She sees what happened here, now--the toaster freaked him out.

Can't

hold

in

laughter.]

Sorry, sorry! [Doesn't sound sorry with all that laughing.] In retrospect, I should have warned you about the sound. Whoops.

[assassino]

[Sad face :( That was embarrassing. So... embarrassing. Fortunately, he can laugh at himself a bit.]

Why does it do that? All this technology, you could think you could make something that doesn't sound like a weapon being fired.

[secondchances]

To scare the crap out of you, specifically. [Said while stepping over the mess on the floor to get her waffles. :( ]

[assassino]

[teasing]

That is rather cruel...

[And ugh, he's got milk all down his sleeve. Gross.]

[secondchances]

Yet funny. Your face.

[Don't start cackling again, Steph.

She settles for shaking her head as she pulls out her waffles and sets them on a plate. REVENGE FOR ALL THE GODDAMN QUESTIONS.]

[assassino]

[STERN... FINGER... POINTING AT HER.......... YOU LISTEN HERE, MISSY...]

I was startled!

[He starts unlacing his bracer so he can clean it off properly. Ew, milk.]

[secondchances]

[She leans her back against the counter as she eats a plain waffle. She's a little soggy herself, and doesn't feel like making another mess with butter and syrup.]

No need to get your fancy shirt in a bunch. Now you have a funny story to tell. [SHE SURE DOES.]

[assassino]

[w/e gurl, IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING TO TELL :'(]

You know, in my time, we make waffles fresh, instead of destroying them with the cold.

[secondchances]

In my time, I'm too impatient to spend an hour making waffles from scratch when I could have them in three minutes. They taste fine. Try 'em. [She'll offer him the other one on the plate.]

[assassino]

[He picks up the waffle -- everything is finger food. everything -- and takes a bite out of it like a cookie.

Oh.

Unimpressed.]

The time difference shows.

[secondchances]

You're exaggerating.

[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.]