Late night magic post

[sharpasafawkes]

[What? you think Cesare gets all the fun and dealing with trauma? Balls no.

Which is to say it's night and three completely sane assassins are sleeping.]

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[sharpasafawkes]

[-yeah plunging his arm into the water even before Cesare's finished]


[...

...

yeah. give him a minute]

[maleborgia]

*watching.

if he stays in there too long, will pull him out*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Yeah he might need that]

[maleborgia]

*grabbing, pulling*

Shaun!

[sharpasafawkes]

[Just taking a moment before covering his face with his wet hand, his voice shaky and his laugh coming out a bit strange.]

We got it, or we're going to get it, but if we're lucky it's ours.

[maleborgia]

What do you mean?

*sitting back, giving him some space*

[sharpasafawkes]

The piece of Eden, we're on our way to get it, then we're going to stop this war and save the lot of us from whatever's coming. For once in the two years we've been scrabbling about and hiding under rocks, we're finally going to do a bit of good that lasts.

[maleborgia]

Ah, really? *sounds genuinely excited here for a moment* How close are you to it? What did you see?

[sharpasafawkes]

Everything.

[maleborgia]

Tell me. Where was it? How did you find it?

[sharpasafawkes]

God I can't say that because Desmond would murder me, but we got it after he was done killing-

Cesare, I know how it ends now.

[maleborgia]

That's great! And now? What will happen next? *getting samples, let's get out of here to go celebrate*

[sharpasafawkes]

...Well.

He told Ezio that no man could murder him, so he was "left in the hands of fate".

[maleborgia]

*oh, that enthusiasm is cut short very suddenly.

remembering all at once that, no, they don't really have the same goals.*

Right, of course. And you saw it. Actually, this is useful to me. Tell me what you saw.

[sharpasafawkes]

Right, well, he'd managed to corner him in Navarre and they'd made it to the top of some battlements. After a fight he went in for the kill, and Cesare started talking, saying the throne was his. He was plain mental by that point, saying he'd lead mankind into a new world, that he couldn't die, that sort of thing. Ezio told him the throne wasn't, that giving people the power was best, that he hoped no one would remember his name, and at the end, threw him over the wall.

...I'm sorry.

[maleborgia]

*thinkinggg*

I see. Be more specific. Where in Navarre? How did they fight? I need to know in greater detail.

[sharpasafawkes]

[Going into ALL THE DETAIL because cesareeeeee :< ]

[maleborgia]

*listening so very carefully*

And you saw this yourself? It's not something that was related to you?

[sharpasafawkes]

Saw it through the screen mate, unless genes can lie somehow.

[maleborgia]

Machinery can, but I will trust that you would know if it had been tampered with.

Tell me again.

[sharpasafawkes]

What, the part you just heard? Weren't you listening the first time?

[maleborgia]

Of course I was. Surely you can understand why I might be interested in having you repeat yourself, just this once.

[sharpasafawkes]

[FINE THEN, REPEATING, but adds in the occasional "do you want me to write that down for you?" or "It's alright, at your age things do start to go"]

[maleborgia]

*GOD YOU ARE SUCH AN ASS.

not able to leave, though, because he's too busy checking your story to see if it matches up with the first version in every way*

[sharpasafawkes]

[IT PRETTY MUCH DOES, SORRY]

Anything else while I'm here? Perhaps a lovely sweater or a fine bottle of champagne?