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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.]]

Comments

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Same as my half-cape--useless mostly. But this one at least covers the entire form.

That is very well. [Oblivious, or ignoring the hesitation. But unfortunately either way it makes him think of his friend back home...]

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

I might be able to get one fashioned once I see how the leather from that polar rabbit bear is ready. [They still haven't decided what to call that thing, really.]

[Probably better that way.] It's good to see he's still pursuing one of his dreams.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

The... what?

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

I got attacked here by what looked like a white bear with rabbit ears. It was... odd. And dangerous.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Oh. One of the monsters, I see. Do be careful...

They are useful once dead though.

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

I was careful. That's why I'm still alive.

Very useful. This one will help more than just me stay warm. And the meat, although odd, is edible. Do you want some?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...I'd be foolish to say no to any offer of food in this city. Even strange food.

It would be very kind of you.

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

There's no way we can eat all of this, so it doesn't make sense to horde it.

Where should I meet you?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Outside of Marshall shall suffice if you are in another building.

...Thank you.

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

That sounds good to me.

And it's no problem, really! It's been a pleasure to speak with you, the few times we've had.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles softly.] Likewise.

Commentlog? FFF, and should they notice the way each other walks? XD

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

[Minato sounds pleased.]

I'll be there, shortly, then. It will be a pleasure to meet you face to face, Giovanni.

[And he pronounces it right this time!]

Sure. ...ehheheh. We'll see how it goes, maybe.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Huzzah.]

I agree, Signore Namikaze.

[He'll be outside waiting, a dark cloak and hood covering him from the cold but otherwise harmless enough looking in his "civvies".]

FFFF, considering Minato's wearing his weaponry? XD At least Giovanni will know he's not "normal".

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

[Ah, right. He should probably use Giovanni-san. Or Auditore-san? The guy is his elder, after all, and he was nobility. The second, then. Minato commits that to memory. Strange, he never thought he'd have to consider being political here.

Later, when he's walking up to Giovanni, he'd wave, but his hands are rather full. He has some meat--probably dried, or cooked--wrapped in one hand and a couple of pineapples held by the spiky parts in another. He holds them carefully so that the sharp leaves don't hurt him.

He does, however, have his full ninja garb on--ninjas don't have to hide their appearance all that often in his world, so he doesn't bother to here. There's not much weaponry visible--other than a dagger in the thigh holster. He does, however, seem to be wearing a vest that not only provides protection, but front pockets as well.

His footfalls are naturally quieter--but the moment he spotted Giovanni, his footsteps became louder. As if he's being considerate to make himself more noticeable to a friend. Other than that, his pace is relaxed and confident.

Minato's attire doesn't seem to bother him at all. He holds up the pineapples up high in lieu of a wave.]

I brought some fresh fruit as well, Auditore-san! I hope you don't mind.

This is true. Giovanni doesn't even have on his Assassin's whites though, much less his weapons.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Giovanni hadn't seemed to mind in the first place--was probably used to it due to being kid-friendly--and had not corrected the other. But neither was he likely to correct the proper use of his last name with an honorific.

His senses tell him of Minato's arrival long before the change in volume of the footfalls. Curious. But he simply smiles lightly when he spots the other coming towards him with the food. He recognizes the voice readily enough... though not the type of fruit and gives it an odd look as its held out in greeting.]

What...is that? [Not that he minded. Just. what is that.]

FFF, that's what he wants you to believe!

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

[Which was good, because the honorific was appropriate from someone of Minato's political status. Not that Minato went around broadcasting about it. And not that Giovanni knew Japanese honorifics.

Minato grins widely at the look on Giovanni's face. So either he had never been to the tropical areas of his world, or pineapple didn't exist there. Either way, Minato sounds happy.]

Pineapple. It's a tropical fruit. You don't want to eat the skin or the core, though. This is what my plant gave me.

[When he's close enough to Giovanni, he offers the pineapple to him, still holding it by the leaves.]

The leaves are sharp, but the fruit is good.

PRETTY MUCH. 8DDD

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He kept meaning to ask about it but it hardly sounded like an insult and he just kept going with the flow. Ah, well.

The "tropics" haven't been discovered yet. He has an excuse. So there.]

This is what your plant produced? What an odd fruit... [He takes it in hand though. Carefully.]

♥

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

[Minato looks amused.]

I thought about cutting some up for you in advance, but it's fun to watch people try to eat it. That, and Sephiroth thinks I should take a time out from handling the kitchen knives.

[Don't ask. Just don't ask.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth? [He recognizes that name. Or more accurately the frequency attached to it.] You know him in person?

[He handles the fruit with care but is soon enough just dangling it at his side as he ushers Minato in out of the cold.]

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

I currently live with him and Angeal, yes. They're my roommates.

[Ah, Minato smiles gratefully when Giovanni ushers him in. It's a good thing, when one gets invited into a home...

...

... now, the question is whether he's supposed to take his shoes off or not. Minato remembers getting a strange look from some of his friends for taking off his sandals when indoors.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Pretend they walked up three flights of stairs before getting inside because stairs are usually outside of apartments and doors to the inside on an individual basis. Because someone forgot how the real world works, fft. But yeah, shoes taken off might be weird but then sandals are easier to slip off and on than laced boots.

Giovanni's just going to go put up the weird fruit in the kitchenette. The apartment is relatively clean though obviously not entirely fixed up from its original post-apocalyptic state, and its pretty sparse. Don't mind the crude rat traps lying in random spots on the floor. Really.]

I have spoken to him frequently on the communicator devices.

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

[Minato follows Giovanni comfortably, and he finds his answer when they enter the apartment. No place for his sandals. He wipes his feet as carefully as possible, then, and has to resist the urge to take his sandals off.

He notices the traps, but doesn't comment. Minato looks at Giovanni curiously.]

Really? ... Hmm, I could see the two of you getting along well, truth be told. Different, but with the right sort of similarities.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He was bored. And it was before his son got here. And there were rats. What can we say?

He gives Minato an amused half-smile.]

He is well mannered and spoken, and intelligent as well as with a hint of wisdom. I would like to meet him in person one day, perhaps. [Yes, he likes Sephiroth. Much to his mun's consternation.]

[foxtamer.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's what Minato did for them, too, so he can't say much. Other than his wife had used the rats for target practice for a while... And whatever few rats had remained ran the hell away from their apartment after she blew out a wall to combine two into one.

Minato nods in agreement.]

You won't regret meeting him. He is all of those things, and much more skilled with a sword than I. And he didn't kill me when I managed to coat his kitchen with an explosion of cake batter.

[Minato laughs a bit nervously at the end, there.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[...]

...an explosion of cake batter. [From the blank look on his face one might could infer that he can't decide whether he wants to shake his head and sigh or facepalm or laugh in your face, or better yet a combination of all three. But mostly he just looks like he's keeping his expression utterly neutral.]

[...]

He mentioned wielding a sword that most could not easily wield. I am interested in that a bit, I must admit.