first - [video]
Ezio?! Ezio! Signore Machiavelli? Mario?
[A man’s voice, light and warm but so very confused, broadcasts with an abrupt crackle of static. Then, there is a noticeable pause, followed by a heavy cough and the scrape of debris.]
[As he expresses his surprise, a faint Italian accent hangs onto his every word:] Dio mio! (My God!) What a mess! Even my workshop is not-mamma mia! (oh my!) Where am I? [beat of silence, and then the voice takes on a softer, more curious lilt:] Could this be the work of the Apple? And this-what is this?
[It takes a moment of fumbling before the speaker manages to press every button on the device and find the correct one. A video graces the network, giving the audience a clear shot of a middle-aged man in... rather unique attire; his ensemble just screams ‘ye olde gentlefolk’ from times long since passed, and his paint-splotched beret gives away his trade as an artist. His expression, though a little alarmed, has become mostly puzzled.
So, this is what that extraordinary Apple is capable of?]
Ah-it has moved me! [hand under chin] But, to where? And what part does this strange contraption play? Oh, how very fascinating! I simply must tell the others when-oh! Where is Ezio? Ezio!
[The video spins as he quickly turns, continuing his search.]
[A man’s voice, light and warm but so very confused, broadcasts with an abrupt crackle of static. Then, there is a noticeable pause, followed by a heavy cough and the scrape of debris.]
[As he expresses his surprise, a faint Italian accent hangs onto his every word:] Dio mio! (My God!) What a mess! Even my workshop is not-mamma mia! (oh my!) Where am I? [beat of silence, and then the voice takes on a softer, more curious lilt:] Could this be the work of the Apple? And this-what is this?
[It takes a moment of fumbling before the speaker manages to press every button on the device and find the correct one. A video graces the network, giving the audience a clear shot of a middle-aged man in... rather unique attire; his ensemble just screams ‘ye olde gentlefolk’ from times long since passed, and his paint-splotched beret gives away his trade as an artist. His expression, though a little alarmed, has become mostly puzzled.
So, this is what that extraordinary Apple is capable of?]
Ah-it has moved me! [hand under chin] But, to where? And what part does this strange contraption play? Oh, how very fascinating! I simply must tell the others when-oh! Where is Ezio? Ezio!
[The video spins as he quickly turns, continuing his search.]