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[Desmond thinks he's getting the hang of the castle. On and off, all day, he's been alternating between lounging around the living area and badgering people to come explore the castle with him -- not very far, of course, but just enough to get a proper feel for the place. He wants to go back to the tower. He wants to check the sarcophagus room to see if anyone else showed up. He wants to see what's waiting on the other side of the dorms. He wants to climb all over ancient, crumbling architecture for the hell of it.]

[It'll probably get annoying for everyone else, after a while, but for now Desmond is enjoying himself.]

(ooc: An open 'get bugged by Desmond' post. I can come up with a reason for hm to approach and chatter at literally anyone! If there's a specific area you want your character to go to just say so in the subject line/an ooc note, or write the tag with them already in that part of the castle.)

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[enthusiast]

Ezio?

[She looks confused for a moment, and then she reaches over to gently tip his face more in her direction. Now that he mentions it, she can see it -- there's a good twenty to thirty years' difference, and she's never seen her man with a clean-shaven face, or without years of the sun and wind on his skin. A big smile blossoms on her face. She has no idea what it means, but surely this is a good thing.]

Come to think of it, you do... though so much younger. I can't imagine him any different than I have known him... but no wonder I took such a liking to you! What an incredible coincidence.

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[.... Desmond wasn't expecting that reaction. Rather dumbly, he lets himself be manhandled. He blinks slowly when he's released, and still all he can do is stare at her for a moment.]

You know Ezio? [And if he looks 'so much younger'...]

[enthusiast]

He's my husband. [A pause, to correct herself.] Or... will be, I suppose. The Ezio I have met here does not know my face. That was a surprise, as well.

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[There are lots of ways to react to that news. Confusion. Delight. Politely expressed surprise.]

[Instead Desmond just stares before blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.] Ezio got married?

[enthusiast]

[Laugh, and she holds up her hand to show off that ring.]

Four months, now.

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[Desmond blinks and stares. Then he laughs a little -- it's hard to not be happy for his long-dead ancestor. And yes, he's aware of how strange that is, just as it's weird to acknowledge that Sofia might be his other long-dead ancestor.]

[It's pretty strange, all things considered.]

That-- wow, I didn't expect that to happen.

[enthusiast]

[She folds her arms, appraising, though still clearly amused at his surprise..]

Oh? And why is it so unexpected that Ezio should marry?

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[Shit. Desmond blinks in surprise, but he quickly recovers, grinning easily.]

Oh-- that. I'm a historian. Kind of. We've been researching Ezio and but we've only gotten as far as his... um, younger years. [Sure, he still sounds nervous, but that's probably only because it's awkward to tell a woman how much of a flirt her husband used to be, right?]

[enthusiast]

Don't worry –– I've heard stories about his youth. Just rest assured he has eyes only for one woman, now.

[She smiles. The historian bit catches her attention, though.]

So what puts my husband into the history books?

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You must lead a pretty interesting life, huh? [That or she's really calm and boring, but he doubts that a lot.]

Well-- he's not, not really. [Desmond's not the greatest liar, and he's honestly not sure why he's fumbling to cover his tracks -- aside from it being awkward to admit that hey, we might be related -- but it's getting a little easier.] That's the point. His mother kept a lot of journals, though, so she's famous for that.

[enthusiast]

Very interesting, yes.

[That's mildly suspicious, though, and she sees him stumbling over his own story.]

He spent little time with his mother for most of his life, and he never mentioned that she was a writer.

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She suddenly stopped, right around 1477. Ezio wouldn't have even been 20 when that happened. [He frowns, a little, as he remembers why she stopped. Not that he can say that.] Though-- well, no one's sure why.

[enthusiast]

He would have been eighteen, no.

[She frowns, though she's glad that Desmond knows him from happier times, and doesn't need to know about those long decades between the tragedy and his retirement.]

I will leave it to him to tell you what happens next, but rest assured, all is well in his life. He has decided to retire, and we will be leaving Venezia for Roma soon, to make proper arrangements. Then... who knows? But I intend to keep him happy.

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[Desmond nods, smiling again.]

That's good to hear. I'll make sure to remember it I ever get out of there.

[enthusiast]

You'd better. [amused.] I wonder how much of my time was lost to history... both the good and the bad. We know so little about those that came before us.

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There's a lot we still know, but there's a lot we don't. [Desmond considers for a long moment. He can't really start rambling about Templars -- he's not even sure if Ezio would have told her about them.] People have always been pretty good about making inconvenient information disappear. A lot of the gaps in our history books were put there intentionally.

[enthusiast]

This is true. Many people have a vested interest in making information disappear. I grew up in Konstantiniyye –– Constantinople or İstanbul, if you prefer, though who knows what it is called in your time, if she still stands. She has known many rulers, and many tyrants, many of whom have tried to crush the less flattering parts of history. My parents fled when the war started with Venezia in 1498, but I returned alone later to open bookshops and make knowledge accessible in the region. It is inevitable that many will try to stop those books, but for every man trying to remove information, there is another trying to put it there.

My husband and I have both done that work, though in very different ways.

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[Ahah, so she does know what the Templars are. Or, ar least, that her husband is trying to fight against them? Or--]

[This is confusing.]

Yeah, I mean-- book burning never went out of style, and there's a bunch of other ways people like to obscure information.

Course, there are a lot of other ways to get information around, too.

[enthusiast]

[Nod, pleased.]

I was told of something called "the internet".

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Yup. That's a lot harder to censor. And technology means-- well. [He holds up his phone again.] It's possible to copy entire books into phones like these.

[enthusiast]

[She looks at the screen of her phone again.]

But it could not possibly be pleasant to read a book on such a tiny area!

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I don't care for it, but apparently it's pretty popular. [He sets his phone down again.]

[enthusiast]

[Serious nod.]

Books are much better... and they carry their age so much better. A picture on a thing is not the same as an ancient book with its original bindings –– the same book touched by those that made it.

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[It's hard for Desmond to not grin.] Can't say I've gotten a hold of any ancient, handcrafted books, but I imagine you're right on that count.

[enthusiast]

But you can see them in museums, can't you?