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Ezio Auditore ([personal profile] assassino) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2012-01-10 12:01 am

iv λ knowledge

[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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[personal profile] disciplines 2012-01-10 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[And to the kitchen she will go, looking to make some coffee. It's going to be a long day and night with all this journal garbage, and she's intent on sticking around to see how it plays out.

Except good sir what are you doing?]


Don't trust it.
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[personal profile] disciplines 2012-01-10 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Just elf gear, the latest in leaf fashion, plucked fresh from the nearest tree.]

The microwave. It turned on me, and I suspect it'll do it to others, too.
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[personal profile] disciplines 2012-01-10 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
[It's fashionable, bro, you should try it sometime]

Yeah. I had been using it to quickly cook food, and all was well, but it betrayed me when I tried to warm my hat in it on a particularly cold day.
disciplines: (Don't believe what the boys next)

[personal profile] disciplines 2012-01-10 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't cry to her when you got the crotch-rot then]

Well, it blew up. And with it, destroyed a very good hat.