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-ah, I'm surprised you are here! I thought the Pazzi only sent others to do their dirty work!

[That is a pretty decent sized group of nobles standing on one end of the Ponte Vecchio, rallying on one certain mischievous Italian as he calls out to another pompous group on the other side of the bridge, both sides leering. Their leader sneers a little, and jeers back at Ezio.]

It is your family that calls the guards at the first sign of trouble, cortando! Afraid to handle things yourself?

Your sister seemed quite satisfied with the "handling" I gave her earlier!

[There's a cheer and laughter from Ezio's side, as Vieri, the other, glares at him. Then, he yells something in Italian, before taking a small rock and throwing it at Ezio's face. The hit connects, scraping the teen across the lip, and making him bleed. Both sides charge, all of them getting into a fist fight, taunts and punches thrown in the fray.

It's pretty clear that Ezio knows how to fistfight. The whole fight lasts only a minute or so, before another boy comes running in, older, talking to Ezio.]

Hey, behind you!

[Ezio turns his head, and promptly drops the Pazzi goon in his grip. Obviously he knows this person, as he grins and looks a bit surprised.]

Federico, what are you doing here? [A man launches himself at Federico, and he simply grabs him and tosses him aside.]

I wanted to see baby brother fight like he were in a real fight!

[Ezio shrugs.] And?

You have style, but endurance is what counts. [Federico clasps Ezio's shoulder, grinning at his brother.] Let's see how many you can ruin before they get the best of you!

[The video fuzzes out then, but comes back on later, to show Ezio and Federico with a dottore, the beaked mask very prominent of the Renaissance time. The doctor is greeting and looking at the wound on Ezio's face, a scar formed across the right side of his lips, and if people know Desmond well enough, it looks exactly the same as his.

By the way the doctor speaks, both boys are no stranger to trouble.]

Fratelli Auditore, why am I not surprised. [He turns Ezio's head to look the scar over.] You have made quite a mess of yourself, young man.

It's nothing, really! [Ezio protests as the doctor goes into his bag to find medicine.

Meanwhile Federico continues to be a wonderful brother.]

You must help him, that pretty face is his only asset!

[Ezio glares at him for that, fingers running under his chin and flicking outwards, signing what he says in reply.] Vaffanculo!

[The scene cuts out again, coming back to Ezio running along the rooftop of a church to beat Federico in a race. As soon as he hits the cross by the front, Federico tells him to follow him, climbing the tower there. Once on top, there is a pause, before Federico smiles, and speaks again, looking over the landscape of Florence.]

It is a good life we lead, brother.

[Ezio nods.] The best. May it never change.

And may it never change us.

[[Red is Vieri de'Pazzi, maroon is the doctor, blue is Federico, black is Ezio. All responses will be an hour or so later.]]

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Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me. [Yup, guess who's been in the Animus for long enough today to recognize aaaaall of this.]

...kidding? On what? [W E L P HE WASN'T EXPECTING HIS BOOK TO RECORD THIS?]

...Nothin', don't worry about it. [I mean, it's not like Ezio's ever going to find out or anything! That'd just be crazy!

]

But on a separate note, check it out: [His voice drops down to a whisper.] I escaped! [And indeed, he's in the warehouse, leaning against some boxes. He's very proud of his escape as you can see, nonno. Pretend for a second he actually orchestrated it at all.]

[No, of course not! They're five hundred years apart, how could he ever know? FLAWLESS PLAN.

But Ezio tilts his head and looks surprised! And then he grins.]

Really? You found a way to escape?

Yeah! The girl who was doing the tests in the Animus - the thing I had to lay in - was an Assassin and she helped me escape. So now I'm in a new place with a couple more Assassins, doing... Basically the same thing as before, but with people who aren't locking me behind number-doors.

So... that girl who gave you those... [Headtilts as he tries to remember what the word is.] "passwords?" She is an Assassin, like that grandfather you followed?

Exactly. I guess she was in with the Templars as a spy to break the subjects out or something. It's nice to get some room to run around, you know?

And I'll be doing a lot of running, evidently. And climbing. And a bunch of other stuff I'm pretty bad at. Maybe if you get some free time between helping your dad out, you could teach me a couple things? [More than ya already are, of course.]

I would think so.

Really? [He cocks an eyebrow, confused.] You are going to be running as I do?

Yeah, I'm going to be running a lot like you do. They're sticking me back in the thing so I can learn how to run kinda like how you do. [Boy does Desmond sound kinda nervous all of a sudden? Naah.]

[Hahaha, he is oblivious. MORE PEOPLE TO TEACH, YAY. 8D]

Va bene. I have already begun teaching Utena and Yu, I do not see how teaching you would be any different.

Really? You'd seriously do that for me?

[He shrugs.]

I do not see any problem with it, if that is what you are asking.

Well I guess it was more of me just wondering if you thought you had time to teach me.

[...what. Okay. That's weird. Desmond he just is giving you this look.]

And why wouldn't I?

I don't know, maybe you're busy painting or doing something else Renaissance-y? [Good save, Desmond.]

[He laughs.] Amico, I have never lifted a brush a day in my life, so therefore I cannot paint. I have all the time in the world.

[DAMMIT NONNO. NO. DON'T TEMPT FATE.]

[Even Desmond's starting to feel uncomfortable with Ezio's optimism at this point. He's just got a bad feeling about this... (unsure)]

Whatever you say, Ezio.

Do not get yourself into too much trouble.

Trouble? [He laughs.] When have I ever been in trouble, Thor?

Surely, you need not a response.

Of course not.

And what of you? Have you been getting into trouble lately?

Alas, I have not yet the time.

No time? But there is always time for trouble!

Not for me this time, I fear.

[Italians. Everywhere. Shame her mum can't see this too. The light around River is steady enough, bright enough to cast a few shadows on her face and reveal a painted (Chinese-style) stone wall behind her.]

I see trouble has taken a liking to you too.

Trouble? Me? [Ezio gestures as if he's innocent.] Surely you must be thinking of someone else, bella.

Yes you. Not that it's a bad thing, mind.

You do not see me complaining.

And I never said you were. Though you must teach me how to run around rooftops like that. It looks exciting.

[He starts laughing.] Allora, at this point I may as well start a "school." But I would not mind at all.

If you do, give me a call. Got that?

Yer brother don't know what he's talking about. Chicks dig scars.

Do they? Federico seems convinced his own face exceeds mine all the time, but perhaps I have a better advantage now.

There's two things they go crazy over: scars and tattoos. Get both and you'll start havin' to beat 'em off with a stick! Not that you got a problem with that.

[ w o w . Pearl can't really say she approves of fighting, but... at least Ezio is okay? ]

Oh... well, it looks like you've had a pretty eventful day, Ezio!

Ah, sì! This is usually how I spend my time, when not working with father.

Including the fights?

Oh my, be careful dear.

Be careful? I am always careful, bella.

[She's pinching the bridge of her nose. At least it's just fist fights now instead of dead bodies falling from the sky.]

When the two of you get home I'm going to want to see that lip of yours.

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