1: Voice

[canmakemore]

[There is some muttered Italian as Caterina pokes at the hologram screen, not sure how to use it. It's very rude Italian. Not family friendly. Then...]

Ah! Pezzo di merda! Is it working? Obviously something is happening, but I have never seen anything like this before. How... no, that is not important right now.

What is important is that I am told I am here to bring color to this city. Perché? Is the color you have not good enough for you? It looks acceptable to me. And if you are expecting me to thank you for freeing me from the Borgia stronzi, you'll get no such thanks from me. Abduction is abduction, no matter who is doing it.

So then. Who is in charge here and how do I go about explaining this gross misunderstanding to him?


((OOC: I apologize if I murder the Italian language at any point in time. I'm working from Google Translate, I don't know a lick of Italian personally.))

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[canmakemore]

So I have been told.

[And then she thinks of something.]

Ezio... how long have you been here?

[sicarius]

[For a moment, he pauses, trying to think-- how long has it been? Well over thirty days, past a month by now.

And then he looks back at her, voice serious but explaining at the same time.]

Almost two months.

[canmakemore]

...So long? Bastardi.

[She's getting angry again.]

How dare they?

[sicarius]

Sono d'accordi. [Oh, Caterina. He loves how you speak your mind so easily.] We are lucky that the time does not change from when we are taken, otherwise we would be in much more trouble than we are now.

[But he sees that look in her eyes, and knows it well.]

Arguing against them is not wise. Or even beneficial. We must do things our own way if we want to discover the answers.

[canmakemore]

[She nods again. It's business time.]

Va bene. What have you accomplished so far?

[sicarius]

You mean "we."

[There is a pause as he lets out a grin again, tilting his head to the side.]

I am not the only assassin here, Caterina. There are others, from the Crusades, who are here as well.

[Ones who, until recently, had been his brothers in gathering intel and following rumors and whispers of possible truths along the rooftops of the city.]

[canmakemore]

[Caterina's eyes widen and she looks quite interested at this new piece of information.]

Others? Truly? How many?

[sicarius]

Three. Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Malik Al-Sayf, and his brother, Kadar Al-Sayf.

[For right now, he'll leave out Desmond. Not that he's completely sure what category the boy falls into.]

We had established much, and were gaining information where we could. There is much here that should seem impossible, but is the opposite.

[canmakemore]

[Caterina raises an eyebrow. Not much escapes her notice.]

"Had?" "Were?" Did something happen, Ezio?

[sicarius]

[...He'd forgotten about that. fasgjhsafghjsaf GODDAMMIT CATERINA. And of course, seeing since this is only a day or so past when it happened, his pride is still very wounded.

Which is why he is silent as an answer at first, keeping his lips pressed together in a thin line, and looking away.]

[canmakemore]

[Way to be obvious, Ezio. Caterina tilts her head, trying to stay in Ezio's line of sight.]

Sí. Something did happen.

[sicarius]

Si, quite.

[The words that break the silence feel odd for him. He's not one to so openly show how he feels towards things, at least not so personally around others. But here, Caterina is about the only other ally who will understand- or, at least, recognize that it means a great deal to him.]

I am currently not welcome to their Bureau, the location they all reside in and work together to obtain and direct information. Much like the villa back home, for us. In their eyes I am a traitor, because I revealed who I was to a boy I considered an ally.

[canmakemore]

[Caterina blinks for a moment. Indeed, it is a terrible thing that he has been considered a traitor, but... for what?]

Sí? Go on.

[sicarius]

[He blinks in response, trying to explain.]

That is all. They discovered he knew, and said I was not welcome there.

[canmakemore]

[Oh.

Wow. That's surprising.]

Is the boy not an appropriate ally?

[sicarius]

To them, he is a civilian. But he has fought alongside me in battle and is very skilled- I would call him much more than just a normal boy.

[To put it simply, he reminds Ezio of himself, when he was that age.]

[canmakemore]

[That sounds completely reasonable to her. She's getting confused.]

So... what is the problem, precisely?

[sicarius]

[He sighs.]

There is a Creed. And in having the boy know of my existence as an assassin, it breaks one of them. "Never compromise the Brotherhood."

[He hasn't had to deal with this before because there's been no courtesans, thieves, or mercenaries around to work with. Another thing he's sure Altaïr and most definitely Malik would have a fit in knowing.]

[canmakemore]

[She can't help but smile a little at the irony of it.]

I take it you have not told them about your circumstances in Italy, then.

[sicarius]

[And he chuckles, surprisingly.]

I have tried. Unfortunately, they are very stubborn.

[canmakemore]

[She raises an eyebrow. The chuckling is good, but the implication of what he's saying is not.]

They cannot see past their own circumstances? [She rolls her eyes.] Tipico.

[sicarius]

They are from the Crusades, Caterina. Everything here is different for them.

[He shrugs. By talking to her at least, he's getting this out of his system.]

I have met people who are even further than we are in time- who are familiar with the devices and machines here.

[canmakemore]

Everything here is different for us, as well. Unless there are people who are frequently abducted by beings calling themselves gods, then I doubt that anyone feels truly comfortable here. Traditions aid us in many ways, but clinging to them for the sake of security will be their downfall.

Unless this boy told every person he met of the existence of assassini, then I fail to see how you did anything wrong.

[You got her on a roll, Ezio. Watch out.]

[sicarius]

[NO PLEASE CONTINUE he needs to be reminded.]

The only person he asked was Altaïr himself. He did not believe me when I told him, and he was curious. [But he understands what she means.] They are the ones in charge, however, not I.

[canmakemore]

[She throws her hands up in the air in frustration.]

Then they are idioti. Idioti to believe that three men can fight without allies and be victorious. These are not the Crusades, this is not Italy, and therefore things will not and cannot be the same.

And if you follow them blindly, then you are an idiota as well, Ezio.