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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[maleborgia]

I'm not going to do anything. You are far too paranoid. I threw my lot in with yours rather a while ago.

[sharpasafawkes]

[There's almost a flicker of hope there]

Even if Borgia Templars decide to show up?

[maleborgia]

*the longest silence while still maintaining this tension*

It would depend. *exiting the caves into the night*

[sharpasafawkes]

...on what?

[maleborgia]

I would need to speak with them first. *this answer is decidedly firm--this conversation is either over or very close to it.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[This... is actually a rather quiet answer, and it's pretty damn hard to tell what it's supposed to mean]

Right, I see.

[maleborgia]

*heading back to the barn without thinking about it. hope you don't mind. look, loyalty!*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Yeaaaaah heading back to the cabin himself]

[maleborgia]

*it's a testament to how overwhelmed he really is right now that he doesn't notice right away*

...Oh. You're not going to the barn.

[sharpasafawkes]

[It's really that same tone as before.]

No, thought I'd head back. Might as well get some sleep in during the deay.

[maleborgia]

*pause. stops walking.*

All right. I'll speak with you later.

*and turning to head back to the consulate*