Transplant muse is loud and restless.

[fancyitalianassassino]

So, bella mia, you finally found your courage, eh?

I still don't know what had you so frightened. I'm not that intimidating, am I? Well... to certain people. I admit that freely. But I'm hardly a danger to you. You are my outlet, after all.

...That...came out wrong.

My point is, I don't bite. Nor do I intend to. I haven't had a decent amount of fun in ages. Let's go about doing that, instead of worrying so much, all right?

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[primafamiglia]

You do bite, you only stopped when you got bitten back.

[fancyitalianassassino]

*It's a trick, or an illusion, or a figment of his own imagination. Ezio isn't sure what to make of this, but he doesn't like it. Not one bit.

It hurts too much.*

...What is this?

[primafamiglia]

The past does not always stay behind us here, nor does the future always remain far away.

[fancyitalianassassino]

...I watched you die. You and Federico, and Petruccio.

[pushesgently]

You may want to be wary. These folk have their own idea of fun, and it often disagrees with our own.

[fancyitalianassassino]

*He doesn't recognize the other assassin, exactly. He looks familiar, but that's about it.*

Don't worry so much, fratello. We're not in the path of Templars here at least.

[primafamiglia]

Do I look dead to you? Such has not happened for me yet, that is all.

[fancyitalianassassino]

...I...did everything you told me to.

It wasn't enough. If I had come earlier, if I had thought for one moment that we would be betrayed...

*He's babbling, and he knows it. Everything he felt then is threatening to overwhelm him now. That ugly feeling of guilt and horror, his mind replaying that moment over and over again...*

[primafamiglia]

Ezio. Ezio we cannot change what has happened, I have always known that I would die some day it is the fate of all men.

[Come here you stupid son of his, a hug is in order.]

That you are alive and well and still able to feel the things every man should is enough.

[fancyitalianassassino]

*Ezio is not expecting any kind of contact. He tenses immediately, not returning the hug, just standing there with his mind temporarily broken at the knowledge that this is the first time he's felt his father's touch for a long time.

It takes him a moment before he wraps one arm around his father's shoulders.*

*Certamente provato. For twenty years.



[*"they certainly tried."]

[pushesgently]

For that, I am thankful, my friend. But Templars are not the only formidable beings in these lands, and rarely the most deadly.

[fancyitalianassassino]

Is that so. *He can't deny his curiosity is piqued.* What sort of beings?

*If it's strangely-dressed women surrounded by a glow claiming the names of pagan gods, he will probably rethink his enthusiasm.*

[primafamiglia]

If you have survived that long you will continue to do so, and thrive despite their attempts. You were born fighting Ezio, and you will always continue to deny death it's claim until you are good and ready to take that one's hand.

[fancyitalianassassino]

I'm tired, padre, I want it to be over. The Spaniard is the only one left. The bastardo got himself elected Pope, can you believe it?

*He keeps his face hidden. He doesn't want anyone to see the expression on his face, let alone his own father.*

I've become something I regret seeing in the mirror every morning...

[pushesgently]

In some places, inhuman beings with powers beyond those of mortal men. I have also faced strange curses that shape our behavior unnaturally. Such things are not always deadly, but they are never a force for good.

[libri]

Ah... Tu sei sempre civettuolo. [She clicks her tongue, but really, Sofia's more amused than anything.]

Your mun should listen to you. You are harmless, unless you choose to be otherwise.

*mun screaming quietly over here*

[fancyitalianassassino]

*Oh. Ezio's not one to ignore a pretty face, but...*

Apologies, madonna, but... have we met before?

[fancyitalianassassino]

...Things to be cautious of, for certain. Thank you for the warning.

<3!!

[libri]

We have, messere, even if you do not yet know it. My name is Sofia.

mightbeapplyingtoouterdivide*cough*

[fancyitalianassassino]

*Ezio is...conflicted. On one hand, a woman who seems to know him when they've just now met. On the other, she's kind of tickling his fancy in a way he hasn't felt for a very long time. Though...not nearly in the same way. He smiles at her for her sake.*

And even though I'm sure you already know this... My name is Ezio. Ezio Auditore.

*A younger, less gray Ezio at that!*

I haven't heard of that game, I don't think!

[libri]

A pleasure to meet you -- again.

[She looks at him appraisingly. She prefers his grey-and-grizzled look, to be sure, but his younger self is cute in his own way.]

It is a wee game but looks fun

[fancyitalianassassino]

Ah, but it is the first meeting for me. *He's also a lot less grumpy, so there's that. He takes her hand to kiss it.* And half-made introductions are hardly proper.

[primafamiglia]

I can, though did not expect it.

[He sighs, keeping his eyes on his son.]

It is a tiring life, the one we live and it changes us in ways we can never foresee. We have to finish what we begin though, Ezio, and that finish is what decides how we are remembered. If you are not content with how this chapter ends, begin a new one.

/INTERJECTING DAD

[primafamiglia]

[MAKE HIM GRANDCHILDREN WITH THIS WOMAN OKAY OKAY.]

well I'm always in support of more asscreeds around! \o/

[libri]

[As he kisses her hand, she smiles knowingly.] You are never a man to do introductions in half measures, Ezio.