if you don't leave you will kill or be killed

[ex_garroter234]

Who: Micheletto and you
What: the most ridiculous intro i've ever written
When: 13/December, late afternoon
Where: the duck pond
Rating: ducks.

[There is currently a very nonplussed-looking man standing knee-deep in the duck pond. He has apparently been there for at least several minutes, because the ducks have become accustomed to his presence enough where they aren't too afraid to come close.

His hair is a little damp, too. Maybe he fell in earlier? Regardless, he's still just standing there. It's a little weird. Surely someone in such a catatonic state could use some assistance!

Of course, the second any hypothetical assistance gets close enough, he's going to grab them and toss them into the pond. Maybe that's why he looks so puzzled.]

[ooc.: during this post, micheletto's also experiencing his first temporary loss, wherein he will just shove people into the pond reflexively if they get within arm's reach. because it's funny. prose or actionspam, you decide!]

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[assassino]

[ANNOYED]

Where are you from, madman?

[ex_garroter234]

[DISMISSIVELY] Rome.

[assassino]

[That gets Ezio to lift his sword again.]

And what year?

[ex_garroter234]

[On the bank, Micheletto sheathes his dagger and concerns himself with adjusting his clothing, wringing out water. Like none of that just happened.

He'll kill him later, he thinks.

Scoffing, he doesn't look up from what he's doing.] What question is this? This living god has the power to change time?

[assassino]

I wouldn't ask such an absurd question if it did not, fool.

[ex_garroter234]

At least you recognise your absurdity.

[He begins to round the pond to fetch his sword from the other side, where he'd flung it.]

1497. [OR WHATEVER, he says whatever the proper year is. Borgias......]

[assassino]

[Not too far after him, then. Ezio scoffs regardless.]

It being truth does not prevent it from being absurd.

[ex_garroter234]

[Micheletto doesn't respond, just sheathes his sword, letting the loud clack as the blade slides in punctuate his silence for him.]

How far to Rome?

[assassino]

Far further than you could ever travel.

[ex_garroter234]

And why? Does this living god of yours alter distance as well as time?

[assassino]

So it would seem.

[ex_garroter234]

To you, perhaps. [Still working under the assumption that this bro is just a lunatic...]

Then what is the name of this place?

[assassino]

Paradisa. Go ahead and complain about that, too.

[ex_garroter234]

[Ezio calm down!!!]

Is it a place worthy of complaint?

[assassino]

At times, yes.

[ex_garroter234]

If time has been altered, then it must follow that none will notice those missing. Yes? How many are here?

[assassino]

So we have figured.

There are about two hundred in the castle, many thousands in the city.

[ex_garroter234]

[Could it be possible that there are thousands of mad people settled in one region, all sharing the same delusions ...]

All on the whim of a living god that takes the form of a castle.

[assassino]

Unfortunately.

[ex_garroter234]

And you, then. Where do you come from?

[assassino]

I am Florentine, but I have come here from Venice.

[ex_garroter234]

[He smiles a little thinly at that, like there's nearly a joke here.]

I have been to Florence recently. What is the year?

[assassino]

1488.

[ex_garroter234]

Then you'll not yet know of the man I visited.

[Plus, the whole Venice thing. But whatever. Not important!!]

You mentioned a city, yes?

[assassino]

Si, at the bottom of the hill, below the castle.

But try me for his name. I am well affiliated with the Medici and their contemporaries, perhaps I know this man.