paradisa | 048. In My Time Of Dying

[For whatever reason, Molotov had delegated the party invitations to Brock. Which he didn't really mind; he just kind of shoved it on some castle ghosts, anyway. Easy peasy.]

[Delivered this morning to residents who are on good terms with Brock and/or Molotov.]
invitations by mugsy :3

[With that out of the way, he's been at his cabin for most of the day, working on the fireplace and chimney. He's sort of given up on the pipe dream of a mason being among the castle residents, but whatever. Maybe he could get some kind of help if he was more broad about it?

He dictates into the journal.]

I have a couple projects if anybody's good with their hands or decent at heavy lifting. I'm building a fireplace and a greenhouse if anybody wants to help out with this stuff.

I can give you fake, magic money if you want. But I have beer, too.

[ooc. A note for invitations: if Molotov and/or Brock are at least vaguely aware of your character's existence and don't actively dislike them, they'll have gotten an invitation.]

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She didn't do it because she is a Borgia. There was no nefarious Borgia plot to get your girlfriend to break up with you, moron. This was a young girl with a crush, doing something she hoped would send you into her arms.

If you two are really done, then at least maybe you learned to watch your fat mouth. You speak to every woman like you want to sweep them off their feet. Are you really surprised that an impressionable little girl got caught up in it?

[He scoffs.]

I don't know any young girl who would do that.

[Then again, Ezio has never known many young girls too closely.]

But I suppose you are right. I underestimate how tempting I am sometimes, so I suppose she cannot be faulted for it.

[NOW IT IS MOLOTOV'S TURN TO SCOFF]

Of course she cannot be faulted for being the kind of woman who is into... that.