[EXITVOID] CONTACT.

[sicarius]

firstname.lastname@compass.net (3) (no subject) D12 63:19PM firstname.lastname@compass.net (6) Re: Resistance D11 8:01PM firstname.lastname@compass.net (12) [text] D10 9:35AM

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<font face="courier" color="#93002d">TO:</font> firstname.lastname@compass.net <font face="courier" color="#93002d">CC:</font> firstname.lastname@compass.net <font face="courier" color="#93002d">BCC:</font> firstname.lastname@compass.net, firstname.lastname@compass.net <font face="courier" color="#93002d">FROM:</font> firstname.lastname@compass.net <font face="courier" color="#93002d">DATE/TIME:</font> Day Twelve, Night. 63:19PM <font face="courier" color="#93002d">SUBJECT:</font> (no subject) <font face="courier" color="#93002d">MESSAGE:</font> No message.

<font face="courier" color="#93002d">CONTACT:</font> firstname.lastname@compass.net <font face="courier" color="#93002d">MESSAGE:</font> <code>text</code>

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text. week 5, day 4.

[overeducated]

[not to appear like a creeper text or anything, but ......]

Hello.

No broken ribs I hope?

text.

[sicarius]

[Oh, hello, Doctor! Creeper-texts are fine, he gets creepers all the time back in Rome. 8)]

Ciao, Dottore.

A few, ma I was able to be assisted later on.

text | | hope this is okay <3

[vainglorie]

yo.

i'm looking for someone: pink hair. short. annoying. stupid look on her face. name's madoka.

you see her?

[barebacking]

CONTACT: lieutenant.yaha@compass.net
MESSAGE: Ezio. Do I still call you that? With my relationship with Clay, doesn't that make us more? I hope it does. I'd love to have you as my 'nonno.'

[sicarius]

[...what even YAHA NO STOP. GET OUT EZIO DOES NOT WANT.]

Yaha, do you know what "nonno" means?

[vainglorie]

hey

what happened to clay

[sicarius]

He is being Clay. Something always happens to him.

[It may seem dismissive, but it's more or less a saying of "I don't want to talk about it here."

You want to find out, Kyouko, go find him first.]

[barebacking]

CONTACT: lieutenant.yaha@compass.net
MESSAGE: i see you

[sicarius]

See me?

text // backdated to week 23, day 5

[backstabbing]

so.

you and hawke.

[BEIN' A NOSY FRIEND]

text

[sicarius]

Sì, what about it?

[GURL DON'T THINK HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO and by that I mean BELA PLS.]

in italian | text

[ohcrap]

so how about teaching a modern-day amico some 15th century italian

in italian | text

[sicarius]

Oh?

And what would I get in return?

[You, sir, are a prying pryer and he's onto you.]

goodbye text!! | backdated before leaving

[vainglorie]

so you are pretty cool, for an old man.

[couldfindapen]

Nonno,

Planning a little meet and greet for the other Assassins who got here recently. Haven't had much time to fix up our REAL Bureau yet, so I figured it would be easiest to meet at my place because I don't have a roommate.

N202 Suite B, two days from now at noon. I'll try and grab some lunch for all of us. Capito?

[sicarius]

Capisco. The sooner we know who is here and who is not, the better. And to see if there are others here as well.

[You know who he's talking about. :T Daniel Fucking Cross is a dead man if he's here.]

[nolonger]

CONTACT: daniel.cross@compass.net
MESSAGE: You've got plans to stop him, don't you?

[sicarius]

[OH GOD CROSS WHY DO YOU HAVE TO TEXT HIM seriously this is the worst.]

While you enjoy yourself and laugh at our misery? What do you think?

text; | because they haven't interacted enough lately ;;

[ohcrap]

i have a riddle for you, signor postino.

you're a thief back in 1500s italia, and you're looking for treasure, something rare and exciting, that'll fill your pockets full of florins.

where and what would you steal?

text;

[sicarius]

That depends on what you are aiming for, messere. Paintings, jewelry, the gold chalices in the Vaticano- there are numerous ways and things to look for.

Why you are asking me, of all people, I do not know.

forward dated to week 11, day 1

[twinfangs]

[Early in the afternoon on the first day of Week 11, Ezio will get this rather surprising text.]

CONTACT: marian.hawke@compass.net
MESSAGE: Are you free to talk?

/SLAMS INTO THIS WITH THE FIST OF AN ANGRY GOD

[sicarius]

[Honestly, Hawke is the last person he expects to hear from, after all they've been through. There was too much pushed, too much exposed, left raw and in the open, and while it was necessary...

There was hurt, there. A lot of it. Far more than he ever wanted and to hear and see her broken down as he has only wrenches him inwardly, tears at him and brings guilt where he should feel proud of getting to her. Of speaking the words she needs to hear. Instead it only makes him feel worse, a bully picking on someone who is weak and cannot defend themselves, even though he knows it's not true. That it was needed, that to let her continue down this path would only make things hurt more.

Ezio left after the damage was done, convinced he burned every bridge he had with her. Like taking a knife to his heart, and then burying it. Losing Hawke hurt far more than he ever wanted to admit.

So to see this message sent to him, by her, causes him to hesitate slightly. He wants to talk with her, he truly does- but what if it's not to speak with him, only angrily accuse him instead? To twist the knife further? There is only so much he can take after hurting her in the first place.

In the end, his curiosity wins out, and he replies.]

Of course. Is there anywhere you had in mind to meet?

[text] week 11, day 1

[backstabbing]

[LET'S PRETEND SHE'S TEXTING THIS IN 'ANTIVAN']

i find myself missing your handsome face. we haven't chatted since the expedition.

[text] week 11, day 2

[sicarius]

[Surprisingly enough, the text goes unanswered for the whole day Hawke kept him rather busy. It's not until midday the second day that he gets back to Isabela.]

Is that so? I hope I did not cause too much distress in being apart from you for so long, bella.

( Text )

[cassock]

Do you know Connor?

( Text )

[sicarius]

[This... is unexpected.]

Si, I know him. What is wrong, Martin?

week fourteen, day four. mass text.

[bastard_kenway]

TO: RECIPIENTS HIDDEN
FROM: connor.kenway@compass.net

I have been hunting. Overzealously. Would any of you like venison or rabbit?

[sicarius]

I hope that your hunting was without danger fratello. I would enjoy any you can spare.

week fifteen, day two, text.

[bastard_kenway]

I want to take an apprentice. She fits all the criteria I would look for in one I would choose at home in speed talent mental fortitude morals but for her age.

She would benefit greatly from the Creed. Were I not here, I would have gone ahead and offered her the opportunity already without divulging our secrets but I want your blessing, and I would like you to observe her work. I took moving pictures with the device.

[sicarius]

[Ah. Truth be told, Ezio was not expecting to receive a request like this. Connor wants to take someone in as a novice, and while he claims he is a mentor, Ezio knows he has had more experience than the other. It is not to lord it over him, but to preserve their ways, and he does not know this potential person or even thought of taking in recruits in a place such as this. Gaining allies is an obvious goal, of course, but there is so much instability within their own Bureau that bringing in others will only complicate things, rather than strengthen them.]

I was not aware we were looking for recruits. Who is she?

text; (pretend this was sent two days ago)

[twinfangs]

CONTACT: marian.hawke@compass.net
MESSAGE: Ezio?

[Please still be here, by the Maker, please still be here.]

text; weh hawke )8

[sicarius]

[He's still here, Hawke. It takes him a minute, but the reply is there all the same.]

Sì, Marian? What is it?