inventor; creator

"One thing I am not, is a man of violence." { leonardo da vinci rp account }

[discipleofthecreed]

“You are… Leonardo, I presume.”

The hooded figure stood before the half opened door with eyes quickly examining the rather… interestingly clothed man, not caring to try the stranger’s full name as the chances of blotching it were far too high. Besides, he had gathered his information from passing conversation and excited gossip. Without proper contact with anyone in this foreign city, he could not be sure of the accuracy of any of it. He did not even know if this man was the one he looked for or if he could help in any way.

He certainly seemed like an ordinary man.

Not entirely sure what his next step should be, the assassin narrowed his eyes and paused for a heavy moment. “I…” Asking for assistance was never his forte. Reconsidering his words, he tried a different approach, “You have been in the company of a man who adorns a hood as I do.” A statement rather than a question. “I ask that you take me to this man, provided you know where he is.”

[costruttore-blog]

"..Sì."

Er-- Okay, well, the artist can easily assume that this man is one of the Brotherhood. An assassin. The strange choice of clothing is a dead giveaway, even if this man's style seems to be a bit.. Out of date, to say the least.

Shifting almost a little nervously from foot to foot, he waited the next few things the man had to say; surely that couldn't be it. "You..?" He trailed off, blinking once or twice. "Oh! Um-- yes, I have," he tries to sound reassuring, but the assassin is a little.. odd. "I am sorry, mio amico, but I do not know where Ezio is." He shakes his head. "He's.. in an out, really."

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

This is definitely fate. Definitely. She’s not accusing him of much, because ordinary serial killers are boring and he doesn’t have much to be worried about, if the bodies are really so innocently obtained. Not that she knows that yet—but still.

Aw. He’s like a puppy dog (a puppy dog in some really weird skirt and tights), shaggy hair and everything. More out of the desire to mock him than anything, her eyes go wide and she blinks innocently.

“No shit.” For the love of God, Spirit, can you just not swear in front of Leonardo da Vinci? “It’s not about those things, I think.” She attempts to see past the door and into his workshop, leaning to the side and squinting rather comically. “Your—house or whatever sounds like a serial killer house. Maybe you should get somebody to work on that.”

[costruttore-blog]

Right, of course. Fate; a girl accusing him of being a murderer. Definitely fate. Yet. As if. There won't be a yet because she isn't going to find out. Ever. Nobody is going to, because that would probably be bad, you know?

In his defense, this is the way people normally dress around here. There's no 'weird' bit about it to him.  Like clockwork, the moment her eyes go wide, his narrow down, forming a slight, exasperated expression upon his features. He has work to get to, and this is getting old.

Crude language, too. Spirit really is quite a charmer, no? Irritated, he just ends up closing the door a bit more so soon after he had opened it, trying to shut her out without completely slamming the door in her face. "No it doesn't." He hardly sounds like he's protesting. He's just sort of giving up now.

[sanctusbelli-deactivated2013051]

   Lost, was a cruel understatement.

   Error that woke within the obtuse minutiae brought forth a yielding nature within the misplaced woman. Warring against one’s own sense of logic was a nasty battle, conclusions rushing to the head that was thicker than blood. And so here did she come to linger upon the countenance of that whom she had seen many times before.

   ”Leonardo—? I … Lost. Yeah, definitely.”

[costruttore-blog]

The artist pauses, confusion making its way to his face.  She talks as if she knows him, and he's fairly sure that he would recall meeting someone such as her. Her accent and choice of dress is foreign to him, that much is obvious from - as previously stated - his confusion.

"Er.. Pardon me, signora, but do I know you? 

[costruttore-blog]

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[r3b3ccacrane-deactivated2013042]

Rebecca smiled at the sight of the oh so familiar face. Up to this point she met that many persons of other timelines, she simply didn’t care anymore. Now it looked like another tour around beautiful Italia. She waved cheerfully at the artist, smiling.

“Well, you could say so, yes. You are the great Leonardo da Vinci, correct? I’ve heard quite a lot about you.” She said, silently praying there was already some sort of reputation for the genius, so her statement wouldn’t seem too odd.

[costruttore-blog]

Blink. Blink blink. Maybe he just misunderstood; perhaps she's a traveller, a, uh, a tourist. Nevertheless, a small smile is returned to her and he waves back, folding his arms behind his back intently after.

"..Oh! Haha.." He trails off bashfully, looking down for a moment. He wasn't sure he was that well known yet. Luckily, it doesn't weird him out, per se, but it's enough to surprise him some. "Yes, yes, that would be me. You are?"

[humansubtlety]

costruttore started following you

[humansubtlety]

Leonardo looked to his hands, turning them about as he examined them and hummed.  ”I suppose this isn’t a dream at all by that theory.”  With a sigh, he almost dropped his hands until he noticed the other had extended his hand. 

“Oh—yes, it is nice to meet you too!” The artist chuckled and shook the other’s hand.  How strange it was to him yet the other was right—he too has had stranger days.  ”I suppose no introduction is needed then.  Ah, but forgive me.  What does one do when they meet…” He allowed his voice to trail off;  he wasn’t sure exactly who he was meeting.  A doppelganger? Himself from another time?  Perhaps it was simply an illusion, some sort of manifestation of that strange artifact that Ezio showed him.  He did not know.

[costruttore-blog]

"Precisely!" He exclaimed, giving the other's hand a vigorous shake before pulling his own back to him. This seems more likely to be an illusion, a hallucination that isn't actually there. Still, though. Might as well make the most of it, right?

That isn't to say that the artist isn't nervous or uncertain, because he definitely is. Leonardo lets his arms fold behind his back as he rocks back on his heels, looking around with an attempt to think of what to do now. "A likely once in a lifetime opportunity and we do not know what to do or say.." He murmurs, a bit or a smile tugging up his lips in spite of himself. "I would ask what you do for a living, but there is no point to that, eheh."

[humansubtlety]

costruttore started following you

[humansubtlety]

“Perhaps this is a dream?”  He guessed, which did little to comfort him.  Everything seemed too clear to simply be a dream—yet, all dreams seem real while one is asleep.  Leonardo gave an awkward smile but his laugh was more genuine at the other’s comment.  ”Well, that is refreshing in a way.”

[costruttore-blog]

"You know," he starts, holding his hands up as his gaze casts downward to look at them, "People say that if you're in a dream, your hands look different." Which is to say, no, no this is probably not a dream. His hands don't look blurred or different or anything, and that alone is enough to make him doubt this situation even more.

Despite the odd circumstances, the inventor holds out a hand. "It's nice to.. meet you. I have to say, while this is very dispari, it is not the strangest thing that has happened to me this week."

[humansubtlety]

costruttore started following you

[humansubtlety]

He jumps back a bit, startled.  ”Dio mio,” he murmured as he rubbed his chin.  ”Ah, ciao.  This is—what exactly is this?”  

[costruttore-blog]

The artist hardly represses the urge to flinch. God, this is weird. Unreal, even. Nevertheless, he shakes his head. "Your guess is as good as mine, mio amico." It seems carefree enough, but his nigh nervous laughter gives him away. "Er-- you were right about the fashion sense, though."

[humansubtlety]

costruttore started following you

“I like your sense of style, mess—”

“Oh.”

[costruttore-blog]

"..Oh."

[disducibus-deactivated20130521]

Nodding under the gentle scrutiny of the other, Clay boldly pats a gently hand on the other males shoulder, staring off blankly for a second or two. “Yeah, we need to.. speak, about the future of.. mankind? And, the apple.” For emphasis, the subject removes his hand and shuffles closer, just enough that prying ears would not hear. “I’m one of you.” There was no possible way this insane method would work with such a logical man as Leonardo, but it was worth a shot. 

It was the truth, if anything. Walls didn’t fall when his fingers laid gently against the brimstone, people breathed and lived and he almost got mugged when he wandered here. “My name.. my name is Clay, and I know—knew—sort of, about Ezio. I’m.. this will be hard to explain..”

[costruttore-blog]

"Er.." It's no real surprise that that's the first response Leonardo gives. He's been confused far too much in one day already, and it appears to just be getting more and more complex and out of wack. The inventor blinks once, once and then twice and then a third time for emphasis. "Future of mankind?" Truthfully, Leonardo would be happy to talk about such a fascinating subject, but the way Clay's voice rises to make it sound like a question makes him hesitate, as does the mention of the Apple. 

And to top it off, that bit.

Leonardo's usually been a very trusting man, but he's having a bit of an issue trying to see if this person - this very, very suspicious person - is telling the truth or not. However.. When he brings up Ezio his views change a little more. How coul he possibly know about him? He doesn't even look like he's from this country let alone this era. 

"Perhaps.." After a second more of hesitation, the Italian looks around. "Perhaps if you really do know all this, then the plaza is not really the best place to talk, yes?"

[costruttore-blog]

"..What a strange day it has been already."

[reformavii-blog]

Ah..

“It seems you are far from home.” The assassin’s gaze had settled on him, scrutinizing; and Altair found, though his skin looked it, the man’s dress wasn’t anything he’d seen among the Crusaders.

[costruttore-blog]

"Oh. Again?"

Leonardo pauses for a moment to act slightly exasperated before shrugging it off and forcing himself to play it cool.

"I am from Venice. How far?"

[mugwayan-deactivated20130819]

“Venice?” Anna repeated. Both her eyebrows shot upwards in surprise. “You are indeed a long way from home.” She noticed the man’s confusion and couldn’t help but feel pity for him. He certainly didn’t seem like the threatening type, and Anna felt slightly at ease with him.

“I do not think I have caught your name,” Anna said in a friendly tone. She took small steps towards him. Once she was close enough, Anna held out her hand for him to shake. “My name is Anna.”

[costruttore-blog]

The artist frowns, eyes casting downward for a moment. He's not sure how he's going to manage to get back, and that could surely cause some trouble. For the time being, though, he's going to be polite and try to not let his doubt and discouragement show through. "Dannazione. I am sure I'll find a way back soon."

"..Oh." He blinks, taking her hand as his bright smile returns. "I am Leonardo da Vinci. It is lovely to meet you, signora." He lets go of her hand after a second more in favor of looking around and then back to her. "Care to tell me a bit about yourself?" A good time passer at least.

[disducibus-deactivated20130521]

Oh. OH.

Clay lifts his hands experimentally, waiting for the familiar image to waver and fall, to break into mechanics of robotic reconstructions. When that doesn’t happen, he panics. The soldier assassin lifts his palms, expecting to see the calloused hands of Ezio peeking from under light frills at the ends of his assassin robes. He only spies the pallid flesh of a tortured man, scars marking deep along his wrists. Both hands slowly fall. 

“Yeah—I um,” He swallows, chewing his cheek nervously. This had to be the bleeding effect, or there was a major malfunction in the animus and he was still there, or—

“What.. where and when am I?”

[costruttore-blog]

Arching an eyebrow, Leonardo politely takes a step back to let the other man have his space. He looks like he could use it, especially since he seems apparently on the edge of a panic attack. This only really makes the artist stick around longer to help, however, and he steeples his fingers.

"..Quando? You are in Venice, Italy, my friend. Fourteen eighty two."

His hands drop down to his sides and the Italian gives him a scrutinizing stare, eyes narrowing as he struggles to figure out just why he's dressed that way.

[costruttore-blog]

YO LEONARDO MAN! You think Space has air? Do you think the sun orbits the Earth?

"Er.."

"That's a, uh, very serious question, you know! Lots of debate about it when you're around the right people.. I, on the other hand, don't spend too much time thinking about it. Much more important things to focus on, you know?"

[costruttore-blog]

e4g1e - r3b3ccacrane - sanctusbelli - disducibus

It would be a vast understatement to say that the stranger looks definitely out of place. Their clothes look, well, not up to par at all. Leonardo gives the other a two second look over before skulking over and tapping them on the shoulder. 

"Are you lost?"

[theitaliansniper-deactivated201]

A brighter smile gestures him with a nod. Hands trailed back into their pockets before she decides to look around; casually.

“Ah. La città, naturalmente. … Sto indovinando che si sono persi.”

[costruttore-blog]

"Sì, ma, quale città?" 

He laughs, albeit a little bashfully. After a moment or two of surveying his suggestions and shaking his head, he responds with a bit of a sigh.

"Che sarebbe corretto, tuttavia. Io non ho la minima idea di dove mi trovo."