051. Candy Store Rock

[samson]

[Ezio]
[dictated!]

Hey man, so, I got this sword. I don't really know too much about using this kind of thing like ... the right way, I guess. That's something you guys do, right? [He means "Renaissance people."]
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[Meanwhile, Brock can be found in the garden, absently twirling this totally badass sword he got for Christmas. Maladict is the best person/vampire/thing in the world and gives the best gifts, 100% true.

He's not paying a particular amount of attention to his surroundings, so it's completely plausible that someone can watch for a bit and silently judge him, but he's careful enough where he won't accidentally swing it at somebody's face.]

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[eat_me_beat_me]

[sup, Brock. Someone finally managed to get outside and is having fun flying around in the sun. So, yeah, there's a red glow flying around nearby. Wat do?]

[samson]

[He is going to squint really hard at it is wat do!!!

He's briefly concerned that it's some kind of laser, that there's some shitty sniper up on the roof or something, but that's stupid. So he just carefully goes to investigate it instead.]

What ...

[eat_me_beat_me]

[When she sees him she flies over, waving]

Hi, Brock!

[Don't you recognize the teeny voice coming from that light, Brock?]

[samson]

[He recognizes it, but doesn't connect it with the light. So he pauses and glances around instead.]

Nora? What the hell ...

[eat_me_beat_me]

[ugh] Over here, dumbass. I'm on a loss.

[samson]

[Give him a second...]

What -- the light?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She sighs and flies closer so he can get a better look]

I'm a fairy...

[samson]

[yikes wow, that's new]

Since when?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Since the first... it's my two year anniversary this month. Guess that's why it threw this at me.

[samson]

Jeez. [Brock is of the opinion he mostly flies under the castle's radar, so there are some advantages to that.]

Could be worse, I guess ... I hope nobody tried to squish you yet.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She makes a face]

Not on purpose, at least...

[samson]

Good. If it was on purpose, I'd have to slap somebody around ...

So, are you, uh ... doing okay? Do you need me to get you anything?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[she laughs]

Thanks. I'll be sure to keep that in mind if anyone takes a swing at me.

[she shrugs] I'm doing okay. I've gotten kind of used to all of this. Though it's still hard finding food small enough.

Brock

[assassino]

[He chuckles]

I could certainly teach you.

Ezio

[samson]

Yeah? Hey thanks, that'd be cool. It's cold as balls out here, so gimme a minute and I'll meet you inside the castle.

Brock

[assassino]

Of course. I think there is room in the gym, or if not, there is room in my suite.

Ezio

[samson]

[he calls it a "suite," really...]

I don't think I've been to your house before. You're up in one of the towers, right?

Brock

[assassino]

[You call it a HOUSE, really? Americans.]

Yes, at the top of Ortus.

Ezio

[samson]

[It's a perfectly legitimate word, shut up.......]

Alright. Gimme a sec; I'll be right there.

Brock

[assassino]

Of course. I will see you soon.

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[samson]

[It takes him a little while to make it up there because the towers are stupid, but eventually he knocks on the door. He's holding the sword over his shoulder because he's so insanely into it and doesn't want to sheathe it. It's really badass, okay...]

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[assassino]

[Ezio raises an eyebrow at the sight, but smiles.]

That is quite the sword.

[samson]

Right? I got it from Maladict for the weird pig Christmas she celebrates ...

[This explanation makes sense.]

[assassino]

Christmas PIG?

[samson]

Yeah, "Hogswatch." She's from a different planet, so they have different holidays, I guess.