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[betrayedblade]

[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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[ voice - italian ]

[locketdangle.livejournal.com]

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

[ voice - italian ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

'Monsters'?

[ voice - italian ]

[locketdangle.livejournal.com]

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

[ voice - italian ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

...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.

[ voice - italian ] strikes = thoughts

[locketdangle.livejournal.com]

I doubt it.

You're welcome. And maybe.