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[HELLO ASGARD. THIS IS YOUR RESIDENT ITALIAN ~~ASSASSIN~~ SHOPKEEPER ON THE LINE. And said resident Italian looks as if he has a question- or would if he currently wasn't having his attention directed to something on his outfit. Something like a grey hair.

Dio mio, does he really need a reminder about his age on top of fighting a war. Ezio makes a face at that, brushing off his sleeve and finally turning to the camera again.]

Buon giorno, Asgard. A question. [A pause, and then-] At what age do you start to consider someone as "old?"

[No, this has nothing to do with his novices telling him he needs to be more careful because of his age, or ghost pangs of old wounds when he moves the wrong way, what are you talking about. This is just normal conversation.

Right.

Right.]

[[FYI: Some characters might have the (mis)fortune of Ezio conking out in the middle of their conversation, as he's going on a canon update! Enjoy.]]

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Two... three hundred years, I suppose. Humans live such short lives and I'm pretty sure I'll live for centuries so I've never really thought about it, why?

[Not the most helpful person to answer this question.]

That is far longer than most would even consider having.

[It's not a normal answer, but it is different, and he can appreciate that.]

Will you enjoy living that long?

You'll have to ask me if I go to sleep one of these days and remember the next few centuries. I don't have any way of knowing. Most cambions die in their teens because they turn into ravenous beasts.

The idea of seeing people come and go for hundreds of years sounds painfully annoying though.

[He laughs at that.]

I fear I will not last to ask you, unfortunately. In my time back home, my age is already considered old.

Well, you might get lucky. I could always just dream of a hundred years and wake up a week later. I'll probably have a serious headache though. How old are you back home anyway?

I ... kind of stopped aging around 11 or 12.

Perhaps. It is always hard to tell, with Asgard.

As for my age, I am 46 back home. For most, that is old. At least, the start of being old. There are many who do not live past their forties in my time.

It is. I don't even know how old I really am anymore. It's a guess, what with the weird time here, odd seasons and going back and forth. I gave up trying to figure out a while ago. Simpler.

[She pondered that for a second and cocked her head.] You're from the middle ages then, renaissance? [Those were the time periods she knew of with crappy lifespans. Too many people bred disease too easily.]

Certamente. I do not believe we are meant to know all of its secrets.

[That gets a nod.] Si, the Renaissance. It is 1506 back home.

It's been more than five-hundred years since then in my world. [She frowned and shrugged some.] But I'm sure you're used to hearing that by now. I almost envy the shortness of human lives. They're less lonely.

[Quietly.] I understand. Companionship is difficult if you outlast many.

[And he has. It is a lonely, terrible feeling.]

That on top of a few things, it's a miracle I bother sometimes. I guess I just get too lonely to stay in a cave away from anyone. Still hurts though.

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If you don't mind me asking, though... something about you white cloaks. What exactly are you? I got the feeling you were the lonely sorts to begin with.

You would be correct in that. Loneliness tends to follow wherever we may go.

[Such is the price for being an Assassin.]

But we are no different than anyone else. We are Travelers fighting for the sake of our homes, for everyone in Asgard and for all other worlds as well.

[LOOK AT HOW HE AVOIDS ANSWERING THE QUESTION.]

[She raised her eyebrow at him and smirked.]

You are so totally not going to answer this question no matter how I ask it, which is itself kind of an answer even if it isn't specific. [A little chuckle.] Fair enough. I'll keep calling you lot White Cloaks whatever you were.

It's not like there weren't groups like that back home, who didn't like being too open. I've just gotten a little too used to being open around here anymore. Not the best of habits, given my work back home.

It is habit more than anything else. [A shrug. It's not anything personal, just something he's ingrained into his mind for many many years.]

Though I will say that name does suit us all, mostly. Secrets are often not very well kept here, from what I have noticed.

A habit I'm a little familiar with. I think having satan around this place a couple times and a lot of my secrets spattered over the network has messed with my ability to do the same anymore.

Trust me. White Cloaks works. It makes you feel like you're something, and we're left wondering. A little mystery's fine, as long as we're on the same side.

We prefer mystery, and you do not have to worry about us being against Asgard or its people. [He's offering a smile for that, but that's all he'll say. The Assassins are on their own side- but Asgard's priorities and theirs fall in many of the same lines.]

The gods or the World Tree chose us for a reason- I do not believe they would bring us here otherwise. We all have something to give.

No, I'm not worried about that. You lot already got yourself in deep enough, and I trust Desmond. Like you said, though, we all have our talents. I'm glad to have you lot around.

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