IC | OOC | Voicemail

[hides_thedagger]

[There's the sound of several buttons being pushed at the same time, then the sound of fingers brushing over the microphone before things seem to calm down]

Hum....This is Prince Dastan.  I think this device is suppose to be able to let me know of your message.  So...hum....do your thing, magical device?

[ooc: you know what to do!  Just let me know

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IC

[scientize]

Don't you dare forget you need to get your stitches out.

IC

[hides_thedagger]

[;ajlhdghaldfjgh He did forget about them....]

I....I have not forget about them. Is it time already?

IC

[scientize]

I won't know for certain until I get a look at them, but in order for me to do that...

IC

[hides_thedagger]

[He nods, knowing what she means. The Prince tries not to think of how awkward this may be after Ciel's party]

You need to see me, right? Should I go back to your place?

OOC

[laenavesse]

Name: NAME | Date Made: DATE Status: STATUS Game:

Actually you can put whatever fields you want in it, but that's just how mine is formatted xD

IC

[scientize]

[It's some hours into the evening when Naomi finally breaks and makes a call to Dastan. Something is obviously off about her, but the woman's had many hours to box up her emotions and lock them away.

Her tone is as friendly as always, but there's a slight unsteadiness in it the man may catch if he listens close enough.]

Do your thing, magical device? Cute.

IC

[hides_thedagger]

[He picks up and he can't deny that he's a bit surprised by the fact that Naomi called him back this quickly. Dastan knows she said she wouldn't make him wait, but this is almost...unsettling.

He smiles at her but then frowns lightly. Her tone is friendly...but what she says is wrong. The doctor loves to tease the Prince, but never he knows she would mock him]

Well, you know...we do not have those...communication device in my world.

Are you all right, Naomi?

IC

[scientize]

Of course, of course. You don't need to explain. I understand. [She speaks unusually fast while avoiding his gaze. Already she's failing at socializing.

After a brief pause, she looks over to the man.]

Are you busy?

IC

[hides_thedagger]

[He sighs lightly, now truly worried for the doctor. It's really not like her to avoid his gaze, of all things.]

....No, not at all.

[Seeing her distress, Dastan shifts lightly, smiling softly at her]

Would you like to come over?

[Normally he would have run to her aid, but seeing that she told him not to, inviting her over seems the right thing to do.]

[ IC ]

[punchesbards]

Fratello, can you do me a favor?

[ IC ]

[hides_thedagger]

Of course, Ezio! What is it you need me for?

[ IC ]

[punchesbards]

I don't, but my friend Paola does. A floorboard is broken in the brothel, and as you very well may know, I only have one hand free. Could you go and fix it for her?

I'm certain the girls there would reward you nicely.

[ IC ]

[hides_thedagger]

[He blinks before raising an eyebrow slowly]

You want me do to a carpenter's job?

[Seriously, how much do you like your friend, brother, really. Still, after a short moment of mulling this over, Dastan nods. It can't be that hard, can it? Plus...pfft girls!]

All right, I'll be over this afternoon.

[He needs to shop for tools and wood first]

( IC )

[hides_thedagger]

[Abel's interdiction to contact the rest of the Brotherhood comes a bit as a surprise to Dastan. He wasn't told anything about this, but he should have expected some reaction akin to this one, though not to this extent. Brothers always have each other's backs, but perhaps this is getting a little bit out of hand. Especially since the whole reason for the fight was stupid and immature.

He wasn't the one that returned the belt, though he had every intentions to, once his brother would have been well enough to be left on his own. Apparently, the Italian thought otherwise. Gratefulness will be passed along to the right one, Abel, rest assure. Alongside a good lynching for playing with fire yet again.]