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Letters to Maria #1: Remembrance
Mia cara madre,
As I recall, today would be your birthday. I know not if the date here ever changes or if it would be where we come from, but I have so sorely counted the days. Your passing was too sudden, your life too short.
Mi manchi. Ti amo.
Your loving son, Ezio
Letters To Claudia #1: Arrival
Dearest sister,
I find myself in a land I do not recognize, spirited here by a will and by forces not of my designs. I know not when the sun rises and in which direction it's light shines from. Already I have seen things you would not believe possible.
Sights and sounds and smells so familiar yet altogether foreign assault my senses at every turn. I left Italia little over a month ago, and yet I feel even further from Altair's wisdom than when I began my journey. This madness is not one from the Apple, this is the madness of a reality gone horribly wrong.
In lighter news, I have met Desmond, the one Minerva spoke of. We spoke at length, he seemed to be observing that conversation under Il Vaticano as though watching a play. I have many questions, plenty of which he has decided I must not know yet.
I know not if this will reach you, my sister, but I must write else I will go mad.
Yours in trust and blood, Ezio
+blackjackfalcon
"Firenze? Non lo conosco.” He took a long drag on the cigarette as he looked the man over before answering.
"Setzer Gabbiani. Piacere conoscerti, Ezio.”
"You do not know of Firenze? You are remarkably well-versed in Italian for one who is so clearly not a native." He smiled and drew his hand from under his cloak, offering it to the man. Il piacere è mio."
Even though the other was speaking in Italian, Desmond could clearly understand it. Who was Ezio speaking to? Was he still in the Animus? Was this a dream? His head began to pound from all the questions flooding to the forefront of his mind, and it didn’t help that when he looked up the Italian Assassin was standing right before his eyes. What the fuck was going on?! This wasn’t a phantom..was it? Without saying a word, the descendant shakily reached out his hand to see if this was all for real? "…This is a joke…This is just the Bleeding Effect….I’ve lost my mind..it finally happened…"
The man was speaking, but they were concepts foreign to the Italian. Bleeding Effect? He had no idea what that could mean, other than hallucinations. And Ezio was pretty positive he was as far from illusory as one could get. "The only bleeding effect I can think of is the one I am about to give you."
The descendant rubbed his eyes then his temples. Holy shit he had to be hallucinating right now. Was this another symptom of the Bleeding Effect? Shaking his head, he chuckled at himself. "Fuck, they’ve had me in there longer than I thought. Coulda sworn I heard Ezio."
Was the man ignoring him? What kind of a yokel was this guy? "Mi scusi? You talk as if I am il fantasma, as if I am not here. At least have the decency to look upon your betters, Recruit."
"—Ugh..those sessions keep gettin’ longer and longer. I’m not gettin’ paid enough for this…Oh wait."
"You wear the clothing of the Assassini and you complain of fatigue? I should strip you of your blade, boy."
+blackjackfalcon
“Grazie mille. You don’t look bad yourself, stranger, though I can’t say I recognize the fashion. Di dove sei?”
"Io sono di Firenze. I call this a Florentine accent on a classic number, personally. Trade secrets, sorry. I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Qual è il tuo nome?"
+genocidal-doll-enthusiast
"Excuse me…?!”
"You are dressed for Il Carnivale, are you not? Your clothing is festive enough."
+blackjackfalcon
"Bene, a man with some taste in clothing."
+genocidal-doll-enthusiast
"Mi scusi, but the Festival is in Roma, not Masyaf."
+wandereroftime
"Huh?" What strange clothes. "Uh…This is Figaro Castle."
"Prego? Mi perdoni, but I have never heard of this Figaro you speak of."
+wandereroftime
"Mi scusi, signora, but perhaps you could tell me where I am?"
