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[Good morning, Asgard, your bracelets are currently being serenaded with the sounds of crashing glass and muffled yelling and bunch of shuffling going on. It's probably not the first sound you'd expect, coming from this bracelet in particular, but after the recent escapade made by the Assassins who knows these days.

The racket you hear is continued for a few minutes, with breaks of actual words heard every so often- "let go," ""Ya Homaar!" "CAZZO!" The voices are somewhat distinguishable, and somewhat not. But when the sounds finally die there is a sound of a very frustrated Italian running his mouth off in a frenzy of insults.]

Ha una faccia tosta testa di merda! Sono incazzato! [There's sounds of angry struggling, and more incomprehensible swearing.] Let me go, stronzo!!

[For those within the shop A Needle in a Haystack, you can hear this entire commotion going on in one of the back storerooms. Which is getting entirely destroyed, by the way. You're welcome.]

Not until you speak the truth! Who are you, and what is your business here? What is this place?

How should I know, you are the one who's causing trouble!! Faccia di merda! GET OFF ME!

[There's a large WHUMF and the camera flicks on and smacks into the ground, the bracelet sliding off Altaïr's wrist and clattering across the floor. There's two men among the mess of what looks like a storage room, in white robes, one pinning the other to the floor. For those who know the voices, they will recognize that Altaïr is the one holding the other down- and the one on the ground sounds awfully familiar. Like Ezio, only… younger?]

I will ask you once more. Give me your name and return my blades, and I may spare your life.

[Ezio hisses angrily.] I don't have your blades! You have mine! Give me back my father's blade now-

Enough of your foolishness. You had your chance.

[With a sudden twist to the side, Ezio manages to escape Altaïr's pin and rolls to his feet. He rushes Altaïr in an attempt to gain the upper hand, only to essentially be suplexed and hit the floor with a loud thump. A cry of pain escapes him as the wind gets knocked out of his lungs, and Altaïr lets go long enough to grab the bracelet and cut off the feed there.]

[ooc: As punishment for their hubris as the ringleaders of this little expedition, Altaïr and Ezio have been cursed to become younger versions of themselves—Ezio is 19, and just from his killing of Vieri di Pazzi and Altaïr from one day before the incident at Solomon's Temple. Which means they're jerks now. The curse will last for three IC days. Have fun! Also, threadjacking is highly encouraged.. Bracelet replies will come after an IC delay once they stop fighting and get curious about the talking jewelry.]

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[Ah. He understood most of the curse words in Italian than the not so offensive words. Soushi could not help realize it. But he was not answering because of the curse words. It was over the situation instead.]

Mi scusi!? [Yes, his Italian is a little rough, but he knew a few words to catch the men's attention.] I do scusare for intruding, but it would seem as though you two are having a rather heated discussion over the matter of weapons. If I am allowed to, may I be of service to you both? I can answer any and all question you may have...

[Because he has a feeling they are both cursed and one of them doesn't remember their current stay in Asgard. Hopefully he will learn more information by their responses. At least, one of them should recognize his voice.]

[ Desmond scrubs a hand over his face. He remembers Soushi from the other day, though he can't spare the time to couch his words into anything less curt, ]

Nope we're just fine here. Only a misunderstanding!

Ah, I see.

[Okay. This one is not under the same curse as the others. He felt more at ease knowing this.]

At any case, it's wonderful to hear you are unaffected by the same curse as they are currently under. [He wonders.] Will you be all right looking after them in the meanwhile? [He doesn't have to tell Leonardo about this, does he?]

[ He grimaces, looking over his shoulder, ]

Yeah, I've got things in hand, Soushi. [ Desmond hopes that's his name at least, he was really out of it when introductions were made a few days ago. ]

All right, then.

[Ummm...give him a second to remember some of the Italian phrases Leonardo has taught him to say.]

Non esitare a....chiedere aiuto quando....ne avete...bisogno...?

[Well, it was more or less, the way he remembers it.]

...I apologize for my manner of speaking your wonderful language. I've been practicing a little more, ever since we met a few days ago. [And to give him the affirmative to his name.] You have very good memory, Miles-san. It's quite impressive. [Because he did not expect the other to remember his name so easily.]

[ You conjugated a little weird on that last one, but it's cool. He sighs. ]

Va bene. It's fine. And thanks. [ He sort of has to, these days. ]

[He will have to practice a little more with Leonardo. Learning a new language other than English was difficult, but he was slowly getting a hand on it. Give him six months to improve his pronunciation and confidence in speaking it.]

Not at all. It is my pleasure to be of service to Leonardo-san's precious friends from home.

[He can tell the other man must have a lot on his plate. Maybe he should check on him another time, when he feeling less stressed out.]

Try to have a wonderful afternoon, Miles-san. I hope to get the honor to speak with you again in the future.

[And with that, he will end the transmission, so he will not take up too much of the other man's time.]

[WHAT IS WITH ALL THIS EUROPEAN SPEAK ALL OF A SUDDEN.

ESPECIALLY WHEN SOME OF IT IS BAD.]

You'll give me answers now if you have them. What is this place?

[Soushi is still learning Italian by listening to Leonardo speak the language. He doesn't mind it being imperfect. After all, it did get your attention, didn't it, Altaïr?]

Molto bene. [Completely ignoring the way the other is speaking to him now, but will use his terrible Italian as punishment.]

You are currently in a city known as Asgard. It's a unique and interesting land, where it holds many different individuals from all over the world. The city is separated into different districts. Each with its own name, and deity reigning over.

A pagan city, then.

[Interesting, that. And far from Jerusalem, else it would have been drawn into the Crusades.]

Are others drugged and brought here against their will?

Yes, the natives of this world practice the same faith.

[And.]

They are not drugged upon arrival, but everyone is brought against their will by the deities of this world. Everyone is chosen by one of the nine deities that reign over this city.

[Altaïr sounds almost amused when he speaks again. The Crusaders and Saracens are strong in their faith, or so it seems, but even they do not speak of godly intervention with such a matter-of-fact air.]

Is that so? And I suppose these gods speak with them daily?

[Riiiiiight.]

Most likely they do by praying to their corresponding deity at the shrine. I do not believe the natives of this world can communicate with them directly as we do over the bracelets.

[Natives pray to them while Travelers have the gods on speed dial via bracelet. It's only a shame Soushi cannot express that joke to Altaïr without losing him further.]

Do you see the jewel on top of your bracelet, Altaïr-san? Depending on the color, will depend on the patron you were chosen from. They will speak to you immediately if you leave them a message after finding them through the list of contacts. If I may, what color is your jewel?

[Okay, yeah. This one is probably crazy. He'll humor him for a few moments, though.]

Gold.

How fortunate! Your patron deity is Odin-sama. He is the leader of all of the other deities of this city.

Why do you not search for his name through the bracelet? I am certain he will answer you if you pay him a call. All of the deities return calls especially when they were chosen by them.

I've no interest in speaking to those who calls themselves gods. [And no actual belief in the concept.] Not in pledging my service to another leader.

The patrons do not mind it. All they wish from you is to fill their world with color by using the power of your emotions. Simply doing so is more than enough for them.

[He isn't certain how much Altaïr will feel over the matter, but it was only a matter of time until he returns to his usual self. The gods must have cursed him to be in this state for a reason.]

What are you current plans during your stay in this world? Do you wish for a guide to help you get better acquainted to the city?

I can take care of that myself. And then I will find my way back to where I need to be.

[Not a hint of doubt or anything beyond an arrogant certainty here. Someone's going to be disappointed.]

[The arrogance will go unnoticed as Soushi found it a little amusing.]

As you wish. If that is the case, I do wish you the best of luck on your exploration around the city.

[Give him a moment to prove those very same words properly.]

Buona fortuna!

[Whatevs, Soushi. He will write you off as a fool for the next two days.

And then cringe for a lot of days following.]

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