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It is not our abilities that define us but in our choices isola

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Thought a hiatus would do me some good and allow me to recoup my muse, but unfortunately I think the opposite has happened. So I’m going to be dropping Ezio for the meantime until his muse can fully come back to me. I already sent the notice into isola. Sorry to everyone I was threading with! If needed you can still find me on my Kirei, and I’m working to bring a few new blogs in too.

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Hey everyone! I hate to do this but I’m going to be putting Ezio on a hiatus (I already sent in the notice for 09/03). My muse for him the past few weeks has been waning, so I’m hoping the hiatus ends up boosting my muse for him back from the grave. I’d hate to have to drop him because I have a lot of threads here that I enjoy, but I’ve sorta burned myself out on Ezio for the moment (which happens a lot with my really old muses), so my apologies! You can still find me on my main Isola blog though.

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you know i was one of the first people to ever fly thanks to leonadro and his inventions :)

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vodkaheroine​:

✭ Maintaining appearances when it came to the drink wasn’t exactly something Pepesha often weighed. She was often drinking, but knew her limits. It was just that her limits were much higher than a normal person so it wasn’t strange that someone might pipe up out of shock or worry. It wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Do not worry my boy! So long as I drink equal parts water later I’ll wake up with the worst of my hangover defeated!” She flailed around dramatically, cheeks burning pink as the always did from her habit. Hero work was often done in this state so it could be said that the woman was a professional even though she adored the drink.

“Have you never consumed it by the bottle before? Barkeep! Another bottle for myself and a bottle for… Hmmm! Your name?” Typically the main issue here was Pepesha wasn’t thinking about the limitations of her funds. She was quite wealthy back home, but as a new revival here? There were limitations.

            ‘ your enthusiasm reminds me of when i was young! as long as you               know what you are doing, who am i to stop you? ’

      how he wished he could be as energetic and enthusiastic as her, but no longer       was he as young and full of such spirit. however it would not stop him from       smiling and offering her a laugh as he finished his glass. 

      there a moment of pause for him to slide the empty glass to the side, arms now       resting on the counter. he did not originally come to the bar with intentions of       getting drunk, but neither was he to pass off on her gracious offer. a hand       reaches to his chest as he offers her a light bow of the head.

                        besides, what else is there to do in this city?                            for decades i have worked without rest                          perhaps it was time for me to relax a little

            ‘ ezio auditore da firenze. i am not so sure i can finish a bottle quite like               you, but i will accept your generosity, miss? ’

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@hopeled​ // S.H.O.R.E

      he had not been wandering for long, but perhaps it felt that way for       him considering the few fights he had already gotten into. the creatures       were strong and unknown to him, but luckily with the sharpened piece       of metal he found he was able to dispatch them with less trouble.

                           i am getting far too old for this sort of thing

      he kept to the shadows, eyes constantly moving from one area to the       next as he watched for any other creatures, sure that the sounds of       his fight would attract more unwanted attention. he would sneak around       for a few more minutes before a glint of that bright blue hue that he so       often trusted in appeared. after moving closer he would breath a sigh       of relief, glad to see a friendly face such as hers.

            ‘ una faccia amica, you do not know how glad i am to see you!               i was starting to believe that i was the only one on this island. ’

      yet it was a short lived moment as he spotted a creature coming       up towards her from behind. a split second later he is sprinting       to her with all his strength, but he did not know if he will get       to her in time.

            ‘ ritsuka! behind you! ’

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      ‘ islands appearing out of nowhere? i swear this city will be the death of me. ’

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vodkaheroine​:

✭ Pepesha allowed the most refreshed sound of satisfaction to escape her lips after downing the bottle of vodka she’d purchased from the bar tender. The entire bottle in a single sitting. Her current circumstances had put an edge on, one she could only dull with a burn at the back of her throat and and a warmth in her belly. 

“Do you know how hard it was for me to find a place that would sell by the bottle!? That’s it! I’m going to frequent this place!” Whether he was a patron or not, she’d begun to bark enthusiastically at a man that was, perhaps, enjoying what had been a quiet environment until now.

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      it had been a quiet bar, few people entered and the ones which did       always seemed to keep to themselves. he did not mind the commotion       of those who enjoyed drinking for fun, but the quiet environment was nice       too, allowing him to gather his thoughts. it had been months since he arrived       in this city yet he could feel himself drifting further away from the answers he       sought, new questions floating to the surface every day.

                         i still have much to learn it would seem                                   but where do i even start?

     a small glance to the other as she walks in before he looks back to      his glass of wine. he paid her no mind, at least until she bought      from the bartender an entire bottle. where once there was curiosity      in his eyes has since been replaced with amusement, a small      chuckle escaping as he watches the bottle empty quicker than      it was opened. by her tone of voice it almost seemed like this was      an often occurrence.

            ‘ i have seen many things in my life, but not once have i               seen someone drink a bottle as quick as you. ’

                              here i thought i was a good drinker                           but not even in my youth could i do that

            ‘ i can not imagine the next day will be kind. ’

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manafront​:

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          ❛ erm, i’m very sorry but to bother you but you wouldn’t happen to recognize any of these brands, would you? ❜  erhi’s expression is helpless as she looks to the other man, one who had also been studying the wares on display, the bottles stacked high in a stall dedicated solely to the beverage. hopefully he had heard her well enough, despite the hustle and bustle that was the opalarian market that surrounded them.  ❛ none of these names ring familiar, you see, and i’m trying to pick the best one to cook with. ❜

          understanding which wine was white was a simple matter — easy to place with their distinctive color. but beyond that, the auri had very little to base her decision off of. the shopkeep was occupied with another customer, unable to assist, and none of these appeared to be bottles she had personally used during her time in limsa.  ❛ it doesn’t really help that i’m not much of a drinker myself, either… ❜

            ‘ i am afraid some of these names i am unfamiliar with, but you               do not need to be a drinker to pick out a nice wine. ’

      a staple to every meal, whether it be cooking with it or drinking it.       he was quite the drinker when he was young, though usually       those moments ended in a brawl of some kind or him making a       tactical retreat. now days he is more than content drinking for       the flavor rather than the fun.

                   i am no longer the young man i once was

      there is a moment of pause as he looks at her. to say his heart       did not skip a beat when he saw those horns and tail would be       a lie, but he hid his surprise and curiosity very well. he did not       wish to cause a scene for he assumed there would be plenty       of time later. for now he looked back to the shelves stock with       a wide variety of red and white wines.

            ‘ the wine is used to bring out the natural flavors of the dish,               so it depends on what you are making. will you be cooking               with meat, fish or pasta? ’

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lacedwithcharm​:

@xprofeta  /  starter call.

☱  : she’s not quite certain how she ended up in this store, and it doesn’t seem like the gentleman she’s across from is truly set on being there either, but there they both are. still, yukari supposes there must be something magnetic about the place, a certain novelty that draws them both in to this strange little shop where not everything is what it seems.

of course, maybe it’s just her this time, and he’s just lost. she picks up a stapler and, as daintily as one might possibly attempt, takes a bite. good fortune greets her this time; she bites into a surprisingly well-disguised milk chocolate with a solid dark chocolate center.

‘i suppose this is about as close as one might get to russian roulette with candy, though you’re only betting a tooth in the process. at least we’ve all plenty of those to spare, yes?’

            ‘ then i am thankful to have been blessed               with a good set of teeth. ’

      a smile as he briefly looks her way before returning to scan the       table, assorted dinnerware sets scattered across. to him they       all looked real, but like the strange item she had just bitten into,       looks in this room are most certainly deceiving.

            ‘ this is not the kind of entertainment i am used to,               but it is a nice change of pace. ’

      neither was it a form of entertainment that he thought was possible,       but this city seemed to surprise him with the impossible every       chance it had. this festival had brought back within him a childish       curiosity he had long thought he locked away. he would make sure       to see as much of this festival as he could before it ended.

                  i do not know how long my stay in this city will last                               so i must make of it all that i can

      he bends over and picks up a plate from the table and from every       angle it looked and felt like a real plate. a moment to ponder before       finally he takes a bite, a clang as he did indeed, just bite into a real       plate. a small sigh escapes him as he slowly sets the plate back       on the table, counting himself lucky that he did not bite down as hard       as he could have.

            ‘ though perhaps this is a game i am not very good at. ’

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sanpatron​:

“ A practical Renaissance man, huh? ” He lets out a laugh, not knowing just how true his statement was. “ Well I got nothing on my schedule today, maybe I could help you out on this little search of yours. A second pair of eyes could definitely narrow things down if ya ask me. ”

Normally he would never bother with making such an offer, but today felt different. Maybe it was the need to occupy his time with something other than his thoughts that drove him to make the offer. Maybe he just felt a bit interested given the circumstances. If you were to ask the man directly he wouldn’t even have an answer, opting to just dismiss it entirely and just do what he felt like doing.

And in this case it’d be helping the man with the thick Italian accent and fancy outfit.

            ‘ grazie, your help would be much appreciated. ’

      for as big of a festival this is he could find himself walking for hours       and make no progress whatsoever. it was impossible for him to even       begin to wonder just what he would find here. he was not so naive to       believe he was capable of doing this by himself, not when others that       have been here longer are kind enough to offer a helping hand. he       needed to make more friends in this city, so perhaps this festival would       help him do just that. a hand placed on his chest as he offers the other       a short bow.

            ‘ i am ezio auditore da firenze, and you are? ’

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sanpatron​:

“ Paintings, huh? I’ve seen a bunch here and there, so I’m positive you’ll find the ones you’re looking for. ” Well ain’t that sweet. Nothing like appreciating the artwork your friend spent countless hours on. Unless it’s some Jackson Pollock-lookin’ shit. Something like that would take like about five minutes.

“ What kinda paintings are they actually? Your friend specialize in any particular art style? ”

            ‘ he is a man of many talents, some beyond my knowledge. ’

      his understanding minimal at best, the life he lead not allowing for       a greater understanding. he was fine with this, his life leading him       down a different path of understanding.

            ‘ some of his work is of the church, some of the body and               others are of various mechanical designs. last i saw of               him he was working on the portrait of a lady. ’

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sanpatron​:

“ Been here for about two years now and I still don’t know. ” Well clearly the right answer is those fools running the joint. But even then that doesn’t really explain much now, does it?

“ At least in the market it’s mostly trinkets and junk. Y’know, anything you’d consider sentimental. Like for instance; I wound up finding my record collection from back home. It’s nothing substantial, but it’s a personal comfort for me at least. ”

            ‘ that long and not even an idea? it seems this               city does not wish to so easily give up her secrets. ’

      it’s not like that was going to stop him from attempting to learn       the truth, but his job would be made considerably more difficult.

            ‘ there are a few paintings from a friend i lost. perhaps               i may be able to find them here then. ’

                            my fathers hidden blade would be nice too                                but i do not believe i will find that here

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sanpatron​:

“ Trust me, you’ll find whatever it is you’re looking for. If I can find a couple of my things from back home, then I’m pretty sure they have your stuff somewhere around here. It’s all just a matter of looking in the right place. ”

            ‘ anything that i have lost before coming to this city can be               replaced, but to know that it is true is fascinating. how is               such a thing possible? ’

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            ‘ if it is truly possible to find something at this festival from               your time, then perhaps i may be able to find some of               leonardos work here. ’

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sunknights​:

The island does remind her a bit of the mobile cities, but she’s still trying to take in the fact that it’s unmoving land. It’s likely Catastrophes don’t exist here and the landscape is much less… ruined. The different Wards strike her as beautiful in their own way and she can’t get enough of exploring them. If only she could share all these new sights with the Doctor… Thoughts drifting off to her comrades, she’s equally at fault for the inevitable collision with a stranger. Stumbling back a few steps, her eyes drift up at a hooded figure.

“No, no, it was really my fault! Are you hurt? You didn’t drop anything, did you?”

            ‘ i am not one to hurt so easily. ’

      beaten, stabbed and shot. he’s been through it all and more, yet miraculously       he survived each and every time. lady luck seemed to always be on his side,       but he did not wish to push his luck. there is a smile on his face, a short bow       as he offers her his sincerity. it did not matter to him in the end who was wrong       or right, only that they were both safe.

            ‘ nothing of value, thank you for your concern.               you are unharmed too, yes? ’

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threeriddled​:

      “ A dream, you say? “

  not that far fetched of a conclusion to come to in this circumstances. Sheba had heard rumors how something acts up in this place every now and again and it’s reasonable to assume the strange case of mass memory loss and regressing of age is tied to the strange incidents that occur here. still new she is and she wonders why she has remain unaffected– perhaps it is similar to what happened in Salem. maybe her heritage also grants her immunity to all of this. it’s possible, but the Caster wouldn’t put her stock into it. 

   “ What a peculiar dream this is, then. “ something more mumbled to herself as a sip of her tea is taken, slow and savoring it before setting it back down on the table before her. bright turquoise eyes shift to the other seated across from her, hands folding neatly in her lap.

       “ I’m curious. If you had the choice, would you wish to remember this dream or simply forget what has happened? Letting it fade into the sands of your memory? “

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            ‘ to remember or forget? ’

     hands curled together on the table as he pondered the thought.      if this were the dream he was told it was, then would there be      any reason for him to remember? it would have been only him      that carried these memories, ever threatening to fade away as       time passed on.

                     in my life there are only so few good memories                         i would like to remember them all if i could                                 whether they are a dream or not

      a nod as he finishes, hand now resting on the drink in front of       him. though he would perhaps be the only one to remember       such a dream there were many reasons for him not to forget       one as vivid and real as this one. there was still so much he       wished to see and do before he would eventually wake up.

            ‘ even if it is only a dream, it would be a shame to forget               one as grand as this. would you not agree? ’

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reliberated​:

     for a moment, she does not move, she does not relax. it would be stupid of her to lower her weapon just because of words. one can say one thing and mean something else, or it’s nothing more than a lie. there was no way to tell. so she watches him, observing in silence. golden eyes narrow, the moonlight making it seem as if they are glowing. his body language does not indicate that he was preparing to attack her. the chuckle was relaxed, not mocking in any way. hands were up in a show of no-ill intent.

                    he’s not lying. still…..

    eventually, her grip relaxes, hand and arm slowly lowering back to her side. if the stranger hadn’t tried anything by now, then it was unlikely they would further on. 

    “ No. Anyone else wouldn’t have been able to know you were there.” she has her enhanced hearing and her Aura to thank for Blake’s increased awareness of any and everything around her. her eyes finally leave him to look back to the street below. 

     “Higher up is better. You can’t see everything from the ground below. “ and she needed a vantage point to better see and better think.

           ‘ then you are very good. i cannot say i know many with a              skill quite like that. ’

      his age may change, but to hear that it was not because he was       getting old was a relief. for her to be able to hear him and from       so far away; to call it impressive was an understatement. he keeps       his hands in the air until finally she lowers her grip, signaling that       it was safe for him to step forward.

                          i have never seen such a weapon before                       perhaps such images are the work of the apple

      he kept a healthy distance from her as he moved slowly to the       edge, eyes scanning the ground below and then the sky above.       from where they stood everyone on the ground may look like       ants. it was an ever sobering reminder of just how small humanity       was.

            ‘ it would seem that we both had the same idea then.               tell me, what is it that you see? ’