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[Federico is smiling broadly when he flashes on screen. There's a hint of unease hidden deep in his expression, deep enough that it wouldn't be easily noticed by anyone who wasn't either well versed in body language or well versed in Federico. He keeps rubbing at his neck almost absentmindedly.]

Well, I must say, I have never been quite so flattered to wake up somewhere with no memory of how I arrived there. I would have expected a hangover, or perhaps an angry father ordering his men to kill me-- [Federico gestures lazily, as though that's hardly an important thing to dwell on.]

Not this! To be chosen, so you say, to help with this place! Truly, you could find no one better than I for such a mission. Now, if someone could simply point me in the direction of some wine and attractive women, I can certainly set about helping this place be more lively. I am certain there would be others with a similar appetite.

--Oh, and I suppose I should ask if anyone has additional information on this place. Magical bracelets and strange greetings; this is all as though it is some strange story a child would tell. I have learned some already, of course, but it is always prudent to ask more of those more skilled than I am in more mundane pursuits.

[He catches himself rubbing at his neck, then, and jerks his hand away, his smile faltering for a second before he turns off his bracelet.]

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[So Annie heard that all, and some of it, well, she's just going to ignore a good part of what he's said and the directions he's asked for.]

Your father would do that? Order you to be killed? [Yes so that's the part she's focusing on.]

[He hadn't chosen to listen to the new introductions recently. Between establishing trust with the Syrians, not losing his temper at an arrogant assassin, speaking with his sister who had recently arrived, and running both the shop and the Bureau, Ezio has had his hands full.

So when his bracelet turns on unexpectedly today, and he hears that voice, the Italian stops right in his tracks, head snapping immediately to the sound and refusing to touch anything on the bracelet. As if he's afraid of losing the signal just by moving.

This can't be real.]

[He knows that face. Knows that smile, the quirk of uneasiness that the other portays, knows the words are just as real as when he was alive. But... this has to be a trick. The gods would never be this kind. They want something from him, they have to. But it's his older brother.

He's not sure what to believe right now.]

[So he steadies himself, goes to reply with a usual greeting--

And his voice fails.

Inwardly, he curses at himself, frustrated that he cannot form words. He is a Mentor, and Mentors do not lose their words even in the most troubling of times. They are steadfast, headstrong, unafraid of challenges, and do not waver in the face of opposition. But what Mentor has ever had to face meeting a dead family member for the first time in thirty years?

Ezio knows he has to say something. Has to, will.]

[And so, he does.]

Federico. [A pause, before-]

Ricordatevi di guardare in alto.

["Remember to look up."

Ezio is going to find him.]

[Oh... oh God.... She thought she had seen impossible, but this? This was beyond impossible. This couldn't be her oldest brother, her oldest brother was dead. This had to be someone else, someone from one of those different worlds Ezio had mentioned.

And yet, there's no one else it could be. The behavior listed was unmistakable, his voice dug claws into her heart, and seeing his face... well. Seeing his face resulted in what can only be described as feelings overload. She dabs her eyes with her sleeve because like hell is her brother going to see her crying. Explaining that she's tearing up because he was supposed to have died 27 years prior... it doesn't sound like a good idea at all.]

[And then she remembered there were different functions to this bracelet. She could have it send him her voice and not her face.]

I am afraid there is not much I can tell you, Federico. I am still quite new here myself.

[Well. This is interesting, isn't it? His Italian sense ~~Yes it's totally a thing shut up everyone who's italian he's met has been involved with Ezio in some way shape or form~~ is tingling, but he doesn't want to impose.

He can always ask about it later, right?

So say hello to the orange haired japanese teenager with the scar across his throat, Federico.]

Welcome to Asgard.

[Wryly said, there.]

Oh, no, of course not! It would be someone else's father.

As though I would forget? [... He knows that voice. He knows it's Ezio, though Ezio sounds far different. He isn't entirely surprised by that, though a tension in his chest starts to ease. That's one of his siblings safe. If his father and Petruccio are also here, well, all the better, even as the memories of the noose around his neck and the short fall come rushing back again.

He keeps moving for lack of anything else to do -- and also because as much as has happened, as much has changed recently, he is hardly about to make anything easy for his little brother.]

Claudia! I am glad to hear your voice. You are an angel to my ears.

Here I thought I was special in my arrival here. It seems half the family is here! [Little sister, can't let her know anything is wrong. She sounds a little different, too, and the tension that started to ease at the sound of her voice and Ezio's is starting to creep back, unease sifting through his chest. There's more going on than he's aware of, and as easy as it is to present the same smile he always does to his siblings, he feels very out of his depth.]

[You look strange. Federico peers at the image on the bracelet for a few moments before laugh, waving a hand.]

That is the same thing the strange woman who greeted me told me. Surely there is something more you can tell me, amico.

Alright, then what about the fact that we're fighting a war?

[Yep. He doesn't even pull any punches.]

Or has that lady finally updated the speech she gives every new person?

[Easy? As if he would expect him to. But the little brother he expects has grown up in the time since then, so much has changed in his passing.

There is only a chuckle for a response, Ezio forgoing his modern wear to bring about the robes that may remind Federico of their father's. From there he travels the rooftops, eyes keen for an old ghost that he knows has been gone for half his life. Like finding feathers for mother, only in a single city instead of many. Will it be as difficult? No. Ezio knows this for certain. He could not predict how feathers traveled in the wind. But his own brother? That was a bit different.

So off he travels, high above view, but not far from sight if a certain dork remembers how to climb. He'll wait for Federico up there, and perhaps lead him on a chase if he feels so inclined. He did like to race, after all.]

Oh, lovely. A womanizer and a drunk, just what we need.

[Oh wow. Desmond's getting used to the dead people thing, but...] Federico?

[As though Federico would forget how to climb. Don't forget who taught you those skills, Ezio! You may have surpassed the master, but give Federico time ~~and convince him to stop chasing skirts~~.

Federico's not long for the ground, hopping up onto a ledge and onto the roof the first chance he gets. Asgard doesn't exactly have much in the way of viewpoints, but there's still some rooftops that are higher than others, and that's what he aims for.]

[Laughter.]

The women here really aren't much to look at.

She neglected to mention that. I am hardly surprised, though-- it makes far more sense that they would bring us to fight a war than that they would bring us here simply to revitalize their civilization.

Someone thought that I was needed, bella. Give me a chance before you turn your nose up at me!

Si? I am sorry, amico, but I do not believe I remember you. [...though you look a lot like...]

Really? That is terrible! Perhaps with enough wine, they can be made attractive.

... [She blinks.] Oh. You seem... okay with that.

You seem to have rather... simple desires.

[She can't help but be amused by this man. At least he's honest with what he needs.]

I believe you have been told the basics of this place? Brought here to bring color and the help with their war?

[He raises an eyebrow.]

That isn't my style, but if you wish to make them feel prettier than they are, then by all means do it. I don't have the time for women who can't catch my attention sober.

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