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[ Inexplicably induced video feed is a go! Well, this is most certainly not a room in the Patrol headquarters. Or even one in one of the less wealthy districts of Anatole. Darker, smaller, less well-maintained and-- ah, yep, that's the sound of Dismas, isn't it? The dim, artificial light of the undercity leaks in through tattered curtains that belies the fact that it's past sundown.
One Ezio Auditore, hoodless and facing slightly away from the camera, is in the process of unequipping his collection of gear. Specifically, the silver bracer he has yet to be seen without-- and a matching one he commissioned from the tunnelmen. First the right bracer, then the left, and he tosses them casually onto the desk, next to the Forge. They clatter excessively against it, and he turns his gaze in their direction, expression mild as he realizes it is recording. ]
Incostante, aren't you?
[ Crossing the room in a few strides, he reaches out and shuts it off, gold glittering on his left ring finger. ]
One Ezio Auditore, hoodless and facing slightly away from the camera, is in the process of unequipping his collection of gear. Specifically, the silver bracer he has yet to be seen without-- and a matching one he commissioned from the tunnelmen. First the right bracer, then the left, and he tosses them casually onto the desk, next to the Forge. They clatter excessively against it, and he turns his gaze in their direction, expression mild as he realizes it is recording. ]
Incostante, aren't you?
[ Crossing the room in a few strides, he reaches out and shuts it off, gold glittering on his left ring finger. ]