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[sicarius]

"Parlare. Mi metterò di nouvo voi."

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[familyissues]

Hey- One of the Vanaheim gods knows of a village of friendly natives not far from Asgard, in the forest there. Honir's left an open invitation for folks to visit with him in a few days.

I don't know about you, but I could use some fresh air, some trees and getting to see a glimpse of what's outside of the city. So consider this my invitation to you. I think a lot of us could use some breathing room after the past months, even if it's just for a little while.

Répondez s' il vous plaît and all that. Maybe we can get a traveling party together if there's enough of us going.

[sicarius]

Is it really an invitation if you're already planning on going and taking us with you, nipote?

[HE KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE UP TO]

[familyissues]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

But you're still going, right?

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[1066]

Not that I'm one to interrupt in matters of romance, but I'm going to have to ask you to cease and desist muddling up history worse than it already is, what with the 19th century Dutch architecture in the midst of historical Asgard and the legions of people that should be dead, (you included), perusing the streets like it's the bloody annual pride parade.

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[sicarius]

Mi scusi?

Morning of day 363, voice;

[pushesgently]

Ezio.

[Hi, grandson.]

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[sicarius]

[Madre del Dio, you are probably the last person he expects to talk to him right now. The gods are truly cruel when they want to make a point.]

Altaïr.

[Hi, grandpa. :T]

[asgardsbeauty]

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

backdated to Day 400

[asgardstricks]

[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]

Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.

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[womanfromacre]

Ezio, I wish to ask you something about the shop if I might have a moment of your time.

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[sicarius]

Of course, Maria. What is it?

Day 421 Evening, Phone

[secondborn]

[His voice is mostly calm, but there is panic fraying the edges.]

Ezio.

Balance, please answer.

[sicarius]

[He hears the panic underneath the calm, and immediately his attention is grabbed.]

I am here, Alastair. Speak.

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[tipsygnostalgia]

heeeeeey ;D
buongiorno papa ezio
its roxy
well duh of course its roxy it says right there next 2 my txt
neways its nothing important im just sayin hi
since the last time we saw each other was like a frickin ice age ago
how r u?

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[sicarius]

Ah, sì, Roxy, it has been quite some time since we last did much together. I do not understand everything you have written but it is good to hear from you.

Video to both Ezio and Altair, Late D443

[secondborn]

[Alastair is panicking. He's half dressed, his hair is loose, and he can't stay still. He's pacing around his room in Sigyn.]

He's gone.

[The words come breathlessly and desperately, and he pulls his hair with one hand.]

Desmond is gone.

[sicarius]

[It takes Ezio less than a minute to reply, calmly trying to keep Alastair from getting worse.]

Alastair. Breathe. Breathe. Calm down first, then explain.

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[hisstrength]

Can I talk to you? Somewhere not in the shop, I mean.

text. GUESS WHO'S LATE BECAUSE I SUCK

[sicarius]

Piccina? Of course. There is a back room behind the shop, or we could meet somewhere else, if you'd prefer.

voice; backdated to right after ezio quit being a templar i forget what day it was

[emergingspirit]

I would speak with you, if I may.

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[sicarius]

[The past few days have been exhausting to remember, and quite honestly, Ezio doesn't want to do anything but dwell on them. Living his life as an Assassin for so long means at times, you forget what the other side considers in their own similar quest. Not that any of the Templars of his time were exactly sane. Still, to be a Templar himself, if only for a few days, is enough to rectify this.

It's also enough to terrify him.

There is a vast difference between him then and now, and Ezio knows it. Remembers every word said, every threat given. Every stab and injury sent against his brothers, who he knew to be his enemies at the time. He is to blame for the chaos of the past few days, for the worry of many, for the damage caused internally that cannot be repaired with words, but with time.

All of this, he is responsible for. All of this was done by his hands. The work of a mentor who sought to bring so much to the city, and in one fell swoop, made sure to send it crashing back down. Mentore has an incredible amount of guilt, and that will not change for quite some time.

Connor's words come to him and pull him out of dark thoughts, if only momentarily.]

Of course. You may find me in the bureau.

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[acuto]

[ There's a pause, as if Annetta is not quite sure of what to say, and then she playfully sings to him, a little childhood rhyme in a high, sweet voice. ]

Lucciola lucciola, gialla gialla
metti la briglia alla cavalla
che la vuole il figlio del re
lucciola lucciola vieni con me.

[ Why do something so ordinary as talk into such an amazing device? Ezio, maestro, where are youuuu? ]

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[sicarius]

Annetta?

[Wow, that is a voice he has not heard in quite some time. But he's thrilled to hear it. He'd know one of his own recruits from home in a heartbeat.]

Dove sei? When did you arrive?

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[everysecond]

ezzy, did you hear about the chef who took too long in the kitchen?

[mentoris]

No, I did not. What was that about, Riley?