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[betrayedblade]

[Giovanni doesn't seem to be paying attention to the device when it first comes on. It can be noted that instead of his usual white Assassin's garb he is wearing a brown doublet fashioned in a common 15th century style. The outfit is well tailored for the time though emphasizing Giovanni's status as a noble back home. It seems to be what he got from the random item appearance from the other day.

After a moment Giovanni turns to the device. Whatever he was attending to remains off-camera.]

...I suppose the phrase "never look a gift-horse in the mouth" is appropriate these days, no? Though as with everyone else it seems to invite more curiosity and questions concerning our 'generous hosts' than I would like to admit.

At least I have more to keep warm with now, I suppose.

Ezio...? [He pauses and then thinks better of whatever it was he was thinking of saying. He waves a hand dismissively in the air before reaching forward and shutting off the device.]

[[There is also a golden eagle flying on a red and white background--the Auditore sigil--on the main doorway inside the apartment. The banner was the second "gift." Ezio is free to notice this addition to the apartment decor.]]

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[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Ace?

So this has at least been going on for a little over two years, possibly around three. How unsettling...

You would think we would be given a task to complete, perhaps as a way to go home; offer an award such as that and why would we not complete it when we have no other hope? They have seen to that. And yet... nothing. Does that make us nothing more than a game, and why?

[not-riku-thx.livejournal.com]

Ace. She was one of the scientists, but I don't know what happened to her.

Three by the start of next winter for sure.

They discovered other worlds. Maybe they want to learn more about them with us. Or see how people from other worlds are with each other. Or...I don't know. They have enough stuff that they could make something of this place if the got more Organized. But they like watching us try to work out the mess, I guess.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Do they all have names? I thought they were more... mysterious. Completely unknown. Do they talk to the residences frequently?

Three too many...

Experiments seem little more comforting than playthings or pets if you were to ask me. I'm sure many would agree. Either way it is pointless and ridiculous what they do as opposed to what they should be doing.

[not-riku-thx.livejournal.com]

They had nicknames. The scientists....when they'd talk before. Used to poke at the network a lot. They've gone really quiet, these days.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I wonder why that is. Have they grown so bored with their playthings? [His tone is getting a little mocking by now; not so fatherly as usual; sarcastic. Not aimed at Prydain, of course, but nevertheless he gets to see a hint of that other side of Giovanni that is usually kept to the shadows.

He sighs, and his tone resets to normal.] Yet they still play their game. Foreboding.

[not-riku-thx.livejournal.com]

I'm not a toy. [He mutters brusquely, a little defensive.]

...I don't know. All I know is that this world's a second chance for me to exist, so I'm gonna take it. Scientists or not.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I should rather not be myself.

Is that so? I can appreciate that for those that need or want to take it--but some of us liked our old worlds and lives better. There was no asking... [He pauses briefly.] Never mind this talk, it's dreary and ill kept. Forgive me for going on.

[not-riku-thx.livejournal.com]

People who want to go home should be able to leave.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He smiles faintly.] A noble heart.

[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

I heard that...someone said that about me the other day.

Mine has darkness, so I know it's not all true.

But I think people should be able to leave this world, if they want. Or stay, if they want.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

And does not every man have a bit of darkness in their heart? We cannot escape what is our very nature to be. But...it is what we do despite this that makes us who we truly are.

...Would that dreams were wishes, and that wishes came true. But I will stick with my original words and say: a noble heart indeed.

[not-riku-thx.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but....

Huhn. Okay. Thanks....I guess.