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[betrayedblade]

...perhaps I miss the old routine a bit much. This new one, while nice and cozy, makes only for a decent vacation. Yes, even despite the odd happenstances here and there. It is too...boring.

[He pauses. He's complaining. And he realizes he's turned the communicator without much thinking about it. He was past due for an update anyway, before he discovered for himself just what sort of energy the device packed, and had been thinking about it before he started in on the complaints of this place. Ah well.]

Boring. Listen to me--complaining like some sort of youngster who has nothing better than to get into trouble every day. I converse much too often with giovani here and start to reminiscence on my old lifestyle as if I could get away with what I used to.

[He sighs.] I am getting old. When you start saying 'I'm getting too old for this' it is well past time you are too old for...things.

...Ugh. Now I'm using circular arguments and boring unto death those silly enough to listen to these devices.

[...]

Though I can't help but to miss the action back home. Not just the routine... but the purpose. What purpose is there here?

Comments

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

The same cannot be said for everyone, unfortunately.

[ Of course no-- Well, come to think of it... ] ...at times, yes. I am.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Nor need I.

Giovanni Auditore da Firenze. Do you know what a noble is, ragazzo?

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Oi! Knock it off and start makin' sense!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

No, nor should it.

And succumb to it?

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

...Heh. You're kidding. [Okay this was worth replying to.] I've got an idea, but why don't you enlighten me, you seem good at that.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

...I don't know. I try not to, but I suppose when you're powerless you can't help but be afraid.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I am telling you I not afraid of your pathetic mewling.

keywords, man

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

...you better not have just called me a cat.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

There is no such thing as "powerless." I know tiny women less afraid than you. You can hardly excuse that...

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He sighs irritably.] Of nobility. It means my blood is worth more than yours by birthright. It means you will show me some respect.

And not retort in sarcasm but ask politely next time.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

How can I not be? This body is frail and weak, and though my mind may be tempered and powerful there's an Altana-forsaken chip keeping me from putting it to any potent use. How am I not powerless if I can do nothing?

1/3

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[Pause. ...Okay, he can't help it. This? Is just a lot of laughter. A lot of laughter. This is going to take him a while, hold on.]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Or you'll do what exactly, little miss?

2/3

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[Give him a bit more, still have to finish laughing. He's getting there... quieting down a bit...]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I have no powers for this supposed chip to affect, giovane. And yet I am not so powerless as you would have me for.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Don't try me, pal. I don't like hurtin' innocent people...assumin' yer innocent in the firrrst place.

3/3

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

[He still sounds amused as hell.]

No.

The hell are you from? Heh... Sounds like a joke.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. What a good question. Am I an innocent? [He chuckles--darkly.]

No. I believe I am not.

I also believe that for your own well-being you better not try anything. I know where Ezio's loyalties lie better than you.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

I would not presume to call your world a joke--and you will apologize for the offense to mine.

And quite frankly? I already told you where I am from.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

I know you aren't. From what I can perceive, you have your own power that the chip does not seal off. Everything that I had was gone the moment I stepped into the city. I am powerless, Giovanni. I hate it, and I fear it. At least you have more than a year's experience wielding a blade; I've barely half that.

[ And he THOUGHT he was decent at it until Leo kicked his butt. So much for that. ]

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

...so you do know his name. How?

[ Because believe it or not, she likes the guy. Meaning if you're a threat, she's got her eye on you. ]

l-lol have they talked before and I forgot? /faaails

[inyourgarden.livejournal.com]

Call my world whatever you like, not exactly something I'm worried about. And no.

Remind me again.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Leo's ridiculous though. Not to mention well trained. That's understandable.]

So you learn. And grow. There is no excuse for being weak but one's own lack of will-power.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Again I say you are not so intelligent for an aspiring patron. You should have more sense than that.

Figure it out for yourself.

XD No, don't worry. I don't think they have. The explanation is simply:

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

You will.

From. Firenze.