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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[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.

[ex_garroter234]

He is no Medici. Savonarola.

[Well, there's the castle in the distance, so he starts walking away from it, deciding this way must be in the direction of the city.]

[assassino]

I have never heard of it, but then again, I have been in Venice for some years.

[ex_garroter234]

Better you stay in Venice, then.

[assassino]

And what crime has Savonarola committed, to earn your ire?

[ex_garroter234]

Nothing that the rest of Italia does not already commit itself.

[assassino]

Every sin and supposed moral bankruptcy, I hear.

[ex_garroter234]

[Micheletto pauses, glancing over at him.]

Yes. We are all sinners in one way or another.

[assassino]

Some more than others.

[ex_garroter234]

Yes. God must favour some with stronger convictions.

[This conversation is making him want to gut something, so --] Savonarola is a preacher who displeased Rome. That is his sin.

[assassino]

He is an enemy of the Borgia pope, then.

[ex_garroter234]

Yes. [And, happily, of Micheletto.]

[assassino]

And you serve Rodrigo Borgia?

[ex_garroter234]

[This requires a brief moment of thought, but he shrugs. In a peripheral way, yes, but ultimately --] No.

Why do you ask so many questions?

[assassino]

Because it is unusual for men from our time to appear here in Paradisa.

[ex_garroter234]

Do men from other times not take offense to such wanton curiosity?

[assassino]

[That gets a smirk.]

No, they are fucking nosey bastards.

[ex_garroter234]

[He smiles a bit as well, eyes downcast.]

Then you have picked up some habits from them, yes? Are they from the past or future?