( Claudia )

[For those listening over the journals, this page is just a whole lot of wind and the sound of distant city hustling and bustling. Wherever Ezio is, he's high above the tourist hubbub, which is pretty audible. Then there's Ezio, dictated in that heavy Italian accent:]

This is quite the view. [Pause.] I thought it would be less obtrusive if I went at ( Read more... )

[The ground has changed, abruptly ( Read more... )

[Ezio sends a written invitation to everyone who has been approached to join the order. It directs them to a small building on the edge of the city. It isn't the Assassin's Bureau but a small meeting place for this one group get together. He has a list of things planned and just hopes Altair approves of his rag-tag bunch of Assassin Recruits ( Read more... )

[Ezio, dressed entirely in dark robes, can be found seated on one of the many rooftops of the city. He has his journal open to a blank page and the tip of a quill pressed to it. He can't quite figure out what to write. He should write something, shouldn't he ( Read more... )

[A tense sigh comes and the irritation can be heard in his thick Italian accent, even though he's trying to sound calm. Thanks to his room changing, it's time to do some damage repair and speak to people who saw things.]

Dio dannazioneIf you were inside room two hundred and eight, I wish to speak with you about the things you may have seen ( Read more... )

[Instead of his usual room, the door to Ezio's room leads to the Villa Auditore.

Rather than it being empty, the entrance hall and armouries filled to the brim with people. Specifically a lot of women. Courtesans parade around, giggling and flirting with men, pretty girls in beautiful renaissance dresses, some of them even wearing Carnivale masks ( Read more... )

[Dictated in Italian.]

Can anyone tell me what exactly is going on? What happened to make everyone suddenly unable to communicate?

[Even he could gather that there was something allowing them to all communicate despite languages.]

Does anyone speak Italian here? Or French, perhaps?

[Despite not having the mildest clue about what has happened recently, Ezio is aware something unpleasant has been happening, as most are. Unsure of how to address it, however, the old assassin has chosen to stay out of it.

Instead, after the sound of pages fluttering, and a frustrated sigh, there is a low whirring noise.]

This damn thing...

[ ( Read more... )

[A quiet groan comes first and, in a thick Italian accent, an obvious middle-aged man speaks.]

What is...? Cazzo, dove sono io? (Fuck, where am I?)

[A sigh slips out and the sound of heavy footsteps resonates. After a moment, the voice seems a little further away than it was.]

This is not Italia.

[Ezio goes quiet for a few moments, obviously ( Read more... )