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[All things considered, Ezio has had a busy day, but now he's out and about. He's hit up a dozen or so stores in town, mostly for painting frames and books, and perhaps you've see him running errands.
Later, however, he will be sitting down at his desk to scrawl out:]
I seldom write in this journal. I think that is funny; for every boy who knows how to write, three sit without education, and here I squander my gifts and ignore books. My sister does more writing than I do, and her talent is a rarity amongst women!
It has been more than a year since I have arrived –– closer, still, to thirteen months -- and each day I learn new things about the future, history, science, and even the human body. I do not think many days have passed in the past four hundred that saw me sitting idle and failing to learn!
Yet still, when I spoke to a young woman the other week, she was hard-pressed to believe that I would return to my time, forsaking the knowledge and science and hygiene of the future. I prefer the conventions of my time, and my culture, and I have work to do. So, I wonder, then...
How many of you would go home with another, to their time instead of yours?
I'm going to miss plumbing. I think that is what you call it –– "plumbing." Even after all this time, sometimes it is fun to turn on the "tap" simply to marvel at its convenience. It is a wonder there is so much water about without the streets being flooded like the canals of Venezia.
And I have such good memories of the miracles of showers, with thanks to some of the beautiful women in this castle.
E. Auditore.
Later, however, he will be sitting down at his desk to scrawl out:]
I seldom write in this journal. I think that is funny; for every boy who knows how to write, three sit without education, and here I squander my gifts and ignore books. My sister does more writing than I do, and her talent is a rarity amongst women!
It has been more than a year since I have arrived –– closer, still, to thirteen months -- and each day I learn new things about the future, history, science, and even the human body. I do not think many days have passed in the past four hundred that saw me sitting idle and failing to learn!
Yet still, when I spoke to a young woman the other week, she was hard-pressed to believe that I would return to my time, forsaking the knowledge and science and hygiene of the future. I prefer the conventions of my time, and my culture, and I have work to do. So, I wonder, then...
How many of you would go home with another, to their time instead of yours?
I'm going to miss plumbing. I think that is what you call it –– "plumbing." Even after all this time, sometimes it is fun to turn on the "tap" simply to marvel at its convenience. It is a wonder there is so much water about without the streets being flooded like the canals of Venezia.
And I have such good memories of the miracles of showers, with thanks to some of the beautiful women in this castle.
E. Auditore.
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[He follows her, but his attention is mostly on the vehicles -- he's never seen machines like these before. He's so busy gawking that it takes a moment for him to get into the seat beside her.]
And you can operate all of these?
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Oh god, no. I don't even get in the Falcon if I don't have to. I hate flying, you wouldn't catch me dead piloting the thing.
[She keys up the ignition and the Warthog rumbles to life.] This, on the other hand, I'm definitely rated for.
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And I am sure you enjoy showing off your driving skills.
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[She revs the engine, then pulls out of the hangar and drives off over the grounds, pointedly ignoring the road. Fortunately for Ezio, she's a much better driver then any of mundane's other muses, so there's no trouble of them running into a tree or driving off a cliff. This might be in part to South's predisposition to motion-sickness and a more ginger handling of the car, but she's still being adventurous enough to give a decent ride.]
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There are few things comparable to this in my time!
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[Showing off, however, was, and she smiles broadly at Ezio's excitement.]
Beats the fastest horse you ever rode, huh?
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[If he were a dog, he'd be hanging his head outside in the open air.]
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Yeah, you should definitely ask York for a ride in the Falcon sometime. I don't think you'd be disappointed.
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[he makes a gesture like the spinning top of a helicopter.]
That one?
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Would he let me try it?
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[She's about had enough of this car ride so she's turning it back towards the hangar.]
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And dolcezza, my aim is perfect.
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