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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

[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.]

[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.