betrayedblade | uno || video

[Silence and a starry sky. Then faint footsteps, so soft almost not even perceptible. The device is picked up; there's a flash of white; and then something blots out the camera--something brown and leathery.]

'Utilizza questo.' Che cosa è questo?

Non capisco cosa sta succedendo. Che cosa è successo? ...Che cosa è successo a Firenze? No. Non Firenze ... questo non è Firenze. Dove...?

Dove mi trovo?

Sicuramente i bastardi Templari non avrebbero potuto fare questo a me. Che cosa sta succedendo qui? Che cosa avrebbe potuto fare questo? Che cosa avrebbe potuto mi ha portato qui a mia insaputa?

[There is a long, long pause before the leather creaks and in the process compresses against the lens--a hand's grip tightening briefly--and then the very, very faint footfalls again. They stop after a good while and one last stern sentence reaches the recording device before there is complete silence. Accented.]

Show yourself.

[["'Use this.' What is this? I do not understand what is going on. What happened? ...What happened to Florence? No. Not Florence...this is not Florence. Where...? Where am I? Surely the Templar bastards could not have done this to me. What is going on here? What could have done this? What could have brought me here without my knowledge?]]

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I've never heard of such a person. I've only heard tales of theories about sailing across the ocean to the end's of the earth. What a wonder it would be...

I see. It sounds as though you might be correct although I can't begin to imagine.

The world is round.

Deviations in history, in events cause different versions of different worlds. The world I come from would be considered a very distant future from your own.

But that is not this world. None of the people here are from this world. They were brought here by mysterious people known as the scientists.

I daren't try to comprehend what the heavens know as truth.

But how those different worlds and events exist--! That is a mystery best left to grander minds than my own. I will simply accept it, and the logic behind its reasoning, as a strong possibility. Niente è vero; tutto è permesso.

What do these scientists intend?

Hm.

No one knows. But any abilities you might've had are now sealed by a chip inserted into your body.

[there is a considering pause; then:]

What do you mean? A chip of what? How would it affect one's natural talents?

[ Oh, that's interesting... Takes a mental note of this. ]

Before you woke up here, the scientists placed inside your body a piece of metal designed to inhibit any super human or latent abilities.

I...do not understand. [He sighs.] I fear this is only the beginning of such a repetition of incomprehension for myself. Such strange circumstances...such stranger notions...all in a strange new place that I fear I will be in for much longer than desirous.

You're correct in that much. There has been found no method of leaving this world for anyone to return home.

You're trapped here with the rest of us.

In which case I suppose standing idly around will do me no good--God is not simply going to whisk me back home because I wish it. [brief pause] You have been very kind to me so far and for that I thank you. But I ask for one final favor if you would grant it--any suggestions where to start?

If you're still on the streets, move to one of the apartment buildings. There are monsters outside that might attack.

'Monsters'?

Dangerous wolves and creatures beyond your imagination. And they'll all attack without warning.

...I will get inside as soon as I find the lodging you speak of. Thank you once more for all your help. Perhaps...we'll meet in person some time.

~~I doubt it.~~

You're welcome. And maybe.

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