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[ceilingezio]

Mi stanco di questo posto. Mannaggia.1

[There's a thunk as the communicator is slammed a little forcibly against... a table? The audio clicks off.]

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So, do any of you here know how to fight? I could use a sparring partner.

[ooc; 'I grow tired of this place. Damn.' ... basically.]

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[ntjstapwn]

I wouldn't mind sparring. I'm getting kind of rusty here.

[drunk by commentlog] I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE.

[ceilingezio]

[... he is a little more ginger with it this time, though. No big, manly swigs for him. It still tastes disgusting. Like something his brother once told him would work for contraception.]

'Is all alcohol so terrible in the future, or just this one?'

[Valid question. Not that he'll live long enough to find out, if he ever gets home.]

[drunk by commentlog] 8D IT SEEMED FITTING 8D

[ntjstapwn]

*Marco actually considers that for a few moments before replying.*

'I guess it might to someone unused to it. Its an acquired taste.'

*One he rarely even notices anymore.*

[drunk by commentlog] SILLY BOYS AND THEIR DRINKING.

[ceilingezio]

[Blegh.]

'Between this and your 'cars', I'm not sure how you people even survive.'

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[ntjstapwn]

'Funny. I can't imagine how you get by without them.'

*Okay, he can, but that's not the point.*

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[ceilingezio]

[Two can play the sarcasm game!]

'Little do you know, we are actually masters of teleportation.'

[That is a word he learned from Lilith. Mostly. Not that it was terribly difficult, with its roots being Greek and all.]

'It is apparently an ability that died out in the next century. No records remaining. Very tragic.'

[He shrugs, and tries another sip of that godawful alcohol.]

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[ntjstapwn]

'Such a pity. That would come in handy after a night of drinking our much stronger alcohols.'

*He smirks, and takes another swig.*

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[ceilingezio]

'Are you implying that I am going to get drunk off this horse piss?'

[Because he's not. Not even a little bit. ... Not yet anyways.]

'There wasn't much to do in Florence that wasn't spending money on women and wine. My tolerance for both is... adequate.'

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[ntjstapwn]

'I'm not implying anything. I'm out right stating that you will.'

*This time he might just be laughing at Ezio.*

'Don't say I didn't warn you in the morning.'

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[ceilingezio]

[DEFIANCE. He has it. In fact, this prompts him to take a swig of the damned stuff. Bleauch, gag, augh, wat. THIS IS NEITHER MADNESS NOR SPARTA, BUT WHISKEY. The future is bleak.]

'Eh, if that's the case then I will likely deserve it.'

[He tips the bottle against Marco's.]

Salute, amico.

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[ntjstapwn]

*Marco is convinced that Ezio will change his tune about whiskey when the day is up. Though it might change back when the hang over hits.*

Cheers. *He clinks his bottle against Ezio's and takes a drink.*

'Hopefully it'll be worth it.'

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[ceilingezio]

[Italians spend most of their time drunk anyways, he'll probably not notice much of a difference!]

'Eh, even if something isn't worth it, having the experience can be... useful, no?'

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[ntjstapwn]

'I suppose. This can't hurt you so much here, anyway, so might as well just try to either enjoy it or learn from it. Or both.'

*He shrugs a bit and takes another swig*

'You're from Italy, right?'

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[ceilingezio]

Italia, si.

[But he is slowing down on that alcohol. He'd promised other people sparring sessions later, and while he's got the usual metabolism of a seventeen year old boy, he's got a little more than the usual amount of brains involved.]

'It was 1476, for me. Not so for most of the people here, I don't think.'

[It's gotten to the point where it doesn't really bother him.]

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[ntjstapwn]

*Marco notes Ezio's slowing pace, but doesn't say anything. He'll just have to out drink the assassian some other time.*

'2010 for me. I'm not sure about the others; we've got people from quite a few times and places...a lot not even from Earth.'

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[ceilingezio]

[You are so on, Marco. Just be warned, he knows more than a few Italian tavern shanties that can make men and women alike blush! Not that you'd understand them. But still.

He's silent a moment, and then,]

'It's a popular time to hail from. Were you from... ah, America? That is its name, yes?'

[The other thing is a part that's hard to fathom. Just the other day someone told him that the Earth was in orbit around the Sun. Mind = blown.]

'I've met only the giant robots, I think...'