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MARCELLO AUDITORE 15 years ago, I heard the news that my father had passed. There was something that pushed me to go in the way that he did. I wanted it, I felt as if I had to, because in the end, I was the only one that could protect my family. My name is Marcello Auditore, and like My father, and his father before him, I am an Assassin.

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Missed Times

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The much older assassin slowly lost his smile at those words. Had… Had he out lived Ezio…? Federico brought one of his own hands up to gently place his fingertips to his forehead, rubbing the flesh a bit. “Grief and sorrow has washed over me now… Has my brother passed?” Right now the Auditore was hoping more that Ezio was just the ‘not right here, but at home’ kind of gone, but he was foolish to even get his hopes up. Slowly Federico’s hand slide down to his rugged jaw, rubbing the beard for a slight moment before dropping his hand back to his side.

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Marcello's head stayed lowered. It had been years since it had happened, but deep down, it still bothered him. "Si, a heart attack." He muttered quietly "He had also been suffering from Vineyard cough." He should have guessed that something was wrong, the cough had lingered and worsened over the day. Even when his son dare to say anything, Ezio brushed it off. He didn't want anyone to worry about him. Glancing back upp to the other male, Marcello's face scrunched slightly "You can come see his grave if you wish." There was a questioning nature about it. He still wasn't sure, but why not "I was always told that mio Zio was hung, and yet here "you" are.""

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“Yes, but letters cannot replace seeing my dear boy.” She nodded, letting her smile grow brighter. “Ah, sí, of course Marcello. I was just thinking of going to visit him myself, you can help me pick out the flowers.” She always tried to keep her mood high and easy, she knew that’s what Ezio would have wanted, he always love to see her smiling.

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"White Tulips." Marcello replied quietly. He had always over heard his father speak of their first date, and how the flowers reminded him of it. "I have some news.. about Flavia you might want to know." Shuffle "I was in Roma, and there she was.. a Templar cross hanging from her neck"

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Aaron Tveit and James Franco in “Howl”

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Someone asked if Aaroger wears eyeliner, so I’m taking it as an opportunity to post some of him and say no! At least, not much if he is at all

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“It is nice, no? Piena di vita (Full of life). Half my family was murdered in this piazza. Right there. Forty-five years ago. But now, to see it like this, so full of life, I cannot help but feel content. And satisfied that so much pain has faded away. The life of an Assassin is pain, Jun. You suffer it, you inflict it, you watch it happen—with the hope that you can help it disappear in time. Terrible irony, ja? But there you go.” - Ezio Auditore

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“Ah yes, of course. It is lovely that you chose to see me.” She said with a cheekish smile. Though she never was keen on her son’s choice in joining the order, after seeing how it affected her dear Ezio. “I do miss you quite greatly when you are gone.”

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"I also wanted to have a chance to see Padre's grave." Marcello shuffled lightly on his feet, a small smile appearing when she spoke next "Have you not been recieving my letters? I made sure I sent them when I did."

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Ezio started to believe that he was the one being confused and not the other in front of him. How could that be? He wasn’t dreaming that he knew for sure.

“That’s correct.” His capacity for remembering had never failed him. Ezio sighed desperately. “I prefer not to talk to strangers who know things concerning my life or the lives of my acquaintances. So, who are you exactly?”

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Marcello's arms folded tightly across his chest, and with a small sigh, he pulled the locket out from under his robes and opened it up, a picture of Sofia and Ezio, obviously years in the future.

"Marcello Auditore da Tuscana" He glanced up at the other man with a frown "I don't know how this happened, but after your.. adventures in Constantinople, you marry Sofia and then me and my sister Flavia come along. Like I said, I do not know how this has happened."

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When I fought the Borgia, revenge drove me forward, and my first impulse was to aim for the head.

In time, however, I learned that those who inspire fear have more devoted followers than those who preach love. Killing Rodrigo and Cesare would have accomplished nothing without some equal measure of fraternity.

So I spent many years teaching men and women to think and act for themselves. First in Roma, then Constantinople.

Love binds our Order together; love of people, of cultures, of the world. Fight to preserve that which inspires hope, and will win back your people.

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“You have your father’s sense of humor mio caro.” She patted his cheek before letting it fall back to her side. “But tell me dear, what on earth are you up to?”

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At the mention of his father, Marcello's face lowered slightly "Hm." He gave another small shrug "I thought I'd spend some time here before I was wanted by Shao Jun again"

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have a booty shaking tveit to show my love.

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“Ah, Marcello.” She said with a light smile. “Mio caro figlio…” She walked towards her son, placing a hand on his cheek. “Don’t tease your mother like that…”

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Slipping off the golden dragon head that rested upon his shoulder, Marcello gave a small smile "Mama." He replied with a light smile "Sorry, I thought it'd be a bit funnier"

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Marcello Auditore, and who might you be?