IC: forward cut because bitchfight

[x_autnihil]

*It might take a day or so but, yes, Cesare remembers he and Shaun were arguing and that it had quickly devolved into insults and maybe he should do something about all of that. Clashing world views and all that, but he might as well do the decent thing and make an overture

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[x_autnihil]

*looking for Shaun in the barn*

[sharpasafawkes]

[NO THAT'S COOL, I CAN JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT AGAIN. IGNORE MY COMMENT, IT'S FINE. hooker]

[And in that vein, he's not there at all]

[x_autnihil]

*then this will be a cut of another six hours or so because he has Things To Do and hunting your ass down isn't the only one.

trying that night at the cabin*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Oh he's there in the courtyard, but he's signed out of his normal communication services.]

[x_autnihil]

*looking for him*

Shaun?

[sharpasafawkes]

[No answer]

[x_autnihil]

*you are the best at sulking

climbing up to look down into the courtyard*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Looking up through the grate, and sighs.]

What is it now Cesare? I'm busy.

[x_autnihil]

*letting himself in*

When we first spoke I told you that some things here could only be explained by magic. You disagreed, believing that unfamiliar technology was the likelier solution.

[sharpasafawkes]

[giving him a look]

You're lucky I didn't have that locked.

[x_autnihil]

Very. Although I was thinking that learning to pick locks might be a useful way to spend my time here.

*handwave. that was off topic.*

Regardless, I think we may both have been wrong. Or, rather, the answer might be something in their midst.

[sharpasafawkes]

Don't do that, lord knows what the other assassins might think you're doing.

-and keep going.

[x_autnihil]

Let me first backtrack. Did I tell you I met my siblings the other week?

[sharpasafawkes]

... That would explain a bit.

[x_autnihil]

*ignoring that*

Guess which ones.

[sharpasafawkes]

[going stock still]

Cesare... were they ours?