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( Claudia )

[Here's that deep, heavily-inflected Italian accent again!]

Salute.

What is modern-day Firenze like? Venezia? Or, for that matter, all of the Italian region? So few of the people I speak to seem to know much about it, yet in my time, it is one of the richest and most powerful regions in the world.

Paris still had la Notre Dame de Paris, which existed in my time, but I wonder... is the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore still standing? What of Piazza San Marco? Paris is protected by an entire country, while the city-states of Italia have no such defenses.

I imagine people will grow tired of my questions, but I have no patience for books.

luthored.livejournal.com

Who: Lana Luthor & YOU
What: Shopping in Paris. (Possibly fairies, at your request!)
When: Any day during the past week. Specify in your comment's subject line if it matters!
Where: Streets of Paris ~~and possibly a bar or two~~.
Rating: PG for now?
Notes: Open to ALL, and backdating is totally okay, if not expected!

( ...and this is not her first time in Paris, so she knows exactly where to go and how to get there. )

assassino

[For those listening over the journals, this page is just a whole lot of wind and the sound of distant city hustling and bustling. Wherever Ezio is, he's high above the tourist hubbub, which is pretty audible. Then there's Ezio, dictated in that heavy Italian accent:]

This is quite the view. [Pause.] I thought it would be less obtrusive if I went at night, but, well...

[Why obtrusive? Well, anyone near the Eiffel Tower would see why –– Ezio is currently scaling the tower, without any harnesses or restraints. He's just got a pair of gloves, his jacket and his boots, with the journal ajar in his pocket. The crowd below is gawking and oh, great, police cars with sirens joining them. He's taking a break on a ledge, hence chattin' with the journal, and he's putting together what the flashing lights mean.]

Ah... this may have been a mistake.

[ooc: Ezio is currently climbing the Eiffel Tower, because he wants to get a proper view of the city.]

eternityalone

Who: Anyone!
What: It's a Wine Tasting at the Lux
When: Saturday Evening
Where: The Lux.
Sugarplum Fairies: PLENTY.
Notes: ANYONE is welcome. Prose or brackets. I'm just having Katherine start it off, but feel free to have your very own thread. This is a party-post of sorts. It's at the Lux and there are plenty of wines and platters of small bits of food that are meant to accentuate the flavor of the wine. Cheese, Chocolate, Fruits... etc.

The Lux isn't Katherine's first choice of social locations, but it does have the luxury of being somewhere that has been deemed as off-limits for the Salvatore brothers. She'd put the math together through the journals and from over-hearing conversations of employees and the ghosts. Such gossips. She'd already resolved to go to that Speed Dating thing, just trying to make some effort to figure out just who all was in this place and just how vulnerable some of them were.

For the moment, she's milling through the crowd, glass in hand, and keeping an eye on everyone. She's fully capable of slipping by most of them undetected. Knowing that her speed would easily put her out of anyone's line of sight if she didn't want to be seen. Tonight though, she wasn't planning on shying away from too many of them.

assassino

[The ground has changed, abruptly.

Ezio registers it just in time to pivot his body in the air and reach out to grab the nearest building ledge, which happens to be a gargoyle leaning over the edge of the roof. The tower he was just diving from, the water below, the whole of Venice, has vanished, and now he's above some castle on a snowy white hill.

His shoulders scream and his fingers burn through his gloves as he comes to an abrupt halt. He barely muffles a yelp of surprise and discomfort. It'll hurt in the morning, but save the racing heartbeat, he's fine. Dangling ten stories above ground, but fine.

Ezio takes a second to consider his options before hauling himself up, and he manages to get himself up on the rooftop. Once safely up top, he peers over the edge, and then around him.

This is not Venice.

Residents of Paradisa, have a startled-sounding young man with a heavy Italian accent.]

What is this?! Where am I?

alltenfingers.livejournal.com

[Ezio sends a written invitation to everyone who has been approached to join the order. It directs them to a small building on the edge of the city. It isn't the Assassin's Bureau but a small meeting place for this one group get together. He has a list of things planned and just hopes Altair approves of his rag-tag bunch of Assassin Recruits.

As much as they all seem skilled, in their own ways, they all need training of some kind. Even so, they're a varied bunch with useful abilities and he hopes they can be useful should the need arise.

For as important as it is to have an Order here, at least to Ezio, he feels as though it will serve as a distraction for them all and if the time comes that they're needed, they'll be ready.

So, he waits, at the meeting point, hopeful that things will go well.]

((OOC: Assassin's Meet Up! Join the party. I will tag around and hopefully tag everyone at least a few times. Anyone who was approached IC or OOC is welcome. Handwaving how they met Ezio is cool too. If you want another category added in the comments, poke me with a PM or on plurk.))

alltenfingers.livejournal.com

[Ezio, dressed entirely in dark robes, can be found seated on one of the many rooftops of the city. He has his journal open to a blank page and the tip of a quill pressed to it. He can't quite figure out what to write. He should write something, shouldn't he?

There is this overwhelming feeling of uncertainty. He wants to know what's happening at home. He wants to know what it's like to leave Italy by choice. He wants to know more about Altair and his life, even if his ancestor seems reluctant to share much at all that he doesn't already know.

If anyone has their journal open, they'll hear a sigh from the old Assassin but nothing else.

He won't be moving much, sitting leaned against that chimney, but he's visible to people who look up from their daily lives or happen to be on the rooftops themselves.]

alltenfingers.livejournal.com

[A tense sigh comes and the irritation can be heard in his thick Italian accent, even though he's trying to sound calm. Thanks to his room changing, it's time to do some damage repair and speak to people who saw things.]

Dio dannazione...

If you were inside room two hundred and eight, I wish to speak with you about the things you may have seen.

Please contact me as soon as possible. Grazie.

( For Altair. )

((ooc: So, this is set after the headspace plot, obviously, and even if you didn't tag into Ezio's post, here, I'm willing to handwave that your character wandered in for a while. :3))

alltenfingers.livejournal.com

[Instead of his usual room, the door to Ezio's room leads to the Villa Auditore.

Rather than it being empty, the entrance hall and armouries filled to the brim with people. Specifically a lot of women. Courtesans parade around, giggling and flirting with men, pretty girls in beautiful renaissance dresses, some of them even wearing Carnivale masks.

Hidden amongst the crowds are Assassins, stalking through the building, randomly assassinating men and seemingly vanishing right after. Despite the party, a strange, ominous light fills the room and there's a heavy feeling of loneliness in there.

In the room directly to the right after entering, a far younger version of Ezio, dressed in dark robes and Altair's armour, cradles the dead body of Cristina Vespucci, unresponsive to the rest of the room where Ezio's sister, Claudia, is sat at the desk, dressed in her own Assassin's robes, willing to talk to nobody. In the corner of the room, Leonardo Da Vinci stands painting on a canvas, rambling to himself as always.

Upstairs, in Ezio's bedroom, a middle-aged Ezio is, quite passionately and quite skilfully making love to Caterina Sforza. Certainly not for the eyes of children. Instead, perhaps it's better to visit another room, maybe that of Ezio's mother, Maria where she stays silently praying at the bedside.

Should one venture through the study of Mario Auditore, where the man himself is stood looking at the Codex Wall, they would find the entrance to the Sanctuary where, hanging from the ceiling by ropes, his father and brothers have been hung. To the side stand a group of people, some may be recognisable. Nicolo Machiavelli, La Volpe, Paola, Antonio, Teodora, and Bartolomeo d'Alviano gather, discussing secrets and sharing friendly banter.

Ezio, the real Ezio, can be found there, sitting in front of the statue of Altair.]

OOC: Ezio's headspace is the Villa because that was where he lived for the longest time. The place is full of people because, really, Ezio's life has always been about the people and not the places or objects, excluding the Pieces of Eden. His thoughts are constantly on the people he knows and wants to protect. Ezio will be hiding down there for the duration of this. He'll be willing to talk.

alltenfingers.livejournal.com

[Dictated in Italian.]

Can anyone tell me what exactly is going on? What happened to make everyone suddenly unable to communicate?

[Even he could gather that there was something allowing them to all communicate despite languages.]

Does anyone speak Italian here? Or French, perhaps?

alltenfingers.livejournal.com

[Despite not having the mildest clue about what has happened recently, Ezio is aware something unpleasant has been happening, as most are. Unsure of how to address it, however, the old assassin has chosen to stay out of it.

Instead, after the sound of pages fluttering, and a frustrated sigh, there is a low whirring noise.]

This damn thing...

[Another spout of whirring comes and a splattering noise.]

Cazzo! [Those of you lucky enough to be listening are now given the pleasure of a fruit smoothie splattered on the page. Shortly after, the book is slammed shut.]

( For Altair. )

[Giving up on modern appliances, Ezio can be found within the city. After stalking through the streets, blending with the crowds, and having a spout of free-running across the rooftops, he has taken to just walking for now. It's better he doesn't draw too much attention to himself, after all.]

alltenfingers.livejournal.com

Who: Ezio Auditore da Firenze and OPEN!
What: Exploring!
When: Early Monday morning.
Where: In the city.
Rating: PG, just to be safe. Ezio is trouble.

( Hey, forget about your Monday morning. We are never gonna be that boring. )

alltenfingers.livejournal.com

[A quiet groan comes first and, in a thick Italian accent, an obvious middle-aged man speaks.]

What is...? Cazzo, dove sono io? (Fuck, where am I?)

[A sigh slips out and the sound of heavy footsteps resonates. After a moment, the voice seems a little further away than it was.]

This is not Italia.

[Ezio goes quiet for a few moments, obviously trying to figure out what the heck is going on here.]

I wonder if this has something to do with a Piece of Eden...

[He sighs once more.] How do I always end up in these situations?

aligero.livejournal.com

[Ezio is adjusting well to Victorian fashion, though he really wants his hood back. He's wearing a top hat instead and enjoying himself as he writes in his journal in the lobby. He's not trying to get more free kisses, no. Not at all. Why would he do something like that.]

This is by far one of the most interesting holiday seasons I've been party to, and not at all the most unpleasant, all things considered.

( filtered to altair )

[ooc: feel free to grab kisses from Ezio, planned or unplanned.]

aligero.livejournal.com

[dictated. Ezio has climbed part of the castle to a comfortable perch and is flipping through his book until he starts speaking]

Such a strange book, how many people have written in...

I just said...

What is...

[Ezio closes the book and leaves his spot. He's going to be around the base of the castle and climbing on things and generally exploring and trying to make sense of this place, feel free to see him/tell him to stop climbing on that he's going to break his neck. Eventually he'll open the journal back up.]

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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Entries tagged with ezio auditore da firenze

iii λ modernity

paris log; open

ii λ paris

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I Λ Introduction

Assassin's Rendezvous

Sei | Action

Cinque | Dictated | A filter for Altair.

Quattro | Headspace | Action

Tre | Dictated

Due | dictated/action

Open!

Uno

second leap

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