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| NAVIGATION Profile Steph's Journal Ezio's Journal PLOT SUMMARY Paradisa screwed up -- instead of sending people to their homes, it mixed up a number of universes. One unwitting victim of this mix-up was Stephanie Brown, once a young Gothamite and now a citizen of Rome in the year 1500, during a time where Ezio Auditore is about to rebuild the Brotherhood to overthrow the Borgia family. Ezio, on the other hand, has lived with his memories of Paradisa for twelve years, and keeps up hope that someone out there other than him knows Paradisa exists, and that it wasn't just a strange dream. Needless to say, their stories are about to overlap once more. |
PARADISA Year 6 Things Happen Year 7 Things Also Happen Year 8 Bleh blehhhhhhh. |
ROME 1500 Stephanie arrives in Rome. 1501 Things 1502 Bleh blehhhhhhh. |
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Jun. 15th, 2013 11:02 pmsecondchancesStephanie can't remember the last time she was so excited. There's a rush of adrenaline in her that she hasn't felt in years. If she thought about it, she'd realize it was something similar to the times when she'd work alongside Batman--that allowance, that trust, that need to not screw up. That's not exactly how she wants to start thinking of Ezio though, mentor he may be, so she focuses on the now. She is or was Batgirl, once upon a time. Cults? Hideouts? No big.
Stay cool, Steph. Not too much smiling or else he'll know.
"You said these guys dress up as wolves? Please don't tell me they call their hidey-holes dens, or else I'm not going to take them seriously," says the girl who spent quite some time in a Batcave with Batman and co. But hey, that was a lifetime ago, so she's allowed to be a hypocrite.
Stay cool, Steph. Not too much smiling or else he'll know.
"You said these guys dress up as wolves? Please don't tell me they call their hidey-holes dens, or else I'm not going to take them seriously," says the girl who spent quite some time in a Batcave with Batman and co. But hey, that was a lifetime ago, so she's allowed to be a hypocrite.
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Feb. 19th, 2013 07:47 pmsecondchancesEven if Stephanie had access to all the paper in Rome, she didn't think she'd have enough room to write down all that sucked. Bathing sucked. The weather sucked. The clothing sucked. The Borgia family sucked. Lack of deodorant sucked. Lack of modern convenience sucked. Oh, what else? Getting a cut on your arm sucked, because then you worried about stitches and sterilization, and when you're pretty much the most medically advanced person in the history of ever (so far, and maybe that was probably an annoyed exaggeration), that meant you fixed yourself up as best you could, put your shirt back on, and went on with your day. That really sucked.
It was embarrassing, too. She was eager to help, eager to commit to Ezio and the Assassins, but not so eager to kill. The extra care it took to not spill blood (and not make it totally obvious what she was doing) cost her bumps and bruises. And this time, some skin and blood. She wasn't sure if she was more worried about the scar or Ezio noticing--if he hadn't already. She'd lost track of how many chats about killing they'd had, both in Rome and in Paradisa.
For now, she sat herself down at the desk and tried to look busy. She could work on other embarrassing things to distract herself from her "scratch"--like her understanding of local geography. Ugh. Rome was fucking confusing, even after all this time. It didn't make sense to her like Gotham had.
Maybe she'd just invent satellite imaging.
It was embarrassing, too. She was eager to help, eager to commit to Ezio and the Assassins, but not so eager to kill. The extra care it took to not spill blood (and not make it totally obvious what she was doing) cost her bumps and bruises. And this time, some skin and blood. She wasn't sure if she was more worried about the scar or Ezio noticing--if he hadn't already. She'd lost track of how many chats about killing they'd had, both in Rome and in Paradisa.
For now, she sat herself down at the desk and tried to look busy. She could work on other embarrassing things to distract herself from her "scratch"--like her understanding of local geography. Ugh. Rome was fucking confusing, even after all this time. It didn't make sense to her like Gotham had.
Maybe she'd just invent satellite imaging.
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May. 4th, 2012 04:54 pmsecondchancesThe roof of the hideout on Tiber Island didn't really compare to that of the castle in Paradisa or any building in Gotham, but it was nice in its own special way.
Sure, the river didn't smell like roses, and sure, the birds were a little annoying, but when a girl wanted a breather, it was a good place to go and think about life. How crazy it was, how funny it was, how she'd never have a hamburger slathered with ketchup and pickles ever again...
Adapting to her new lifestyle kept her busy enough to not think about said new lifestyle, but the occasional lull in activity was inevitable. A sane person would probably sleep, but Steph decided to spend her time tossing pebbles into the river and think about whatever her mind decided to settle on today. At least until Ezio got back, anyway.
Sure, the river didn't smell like roses, and sure, the birds were a little annoying, but when a girl wanted a breather, it was a good place to go and think about life. How crazy it was, how funny it was, how she'd never have a hamburger slathered with ketchup and pickles ever again...
Adapting to her new lifestyle kept her busy enough to not think about said new lifestyle, but the occasional lull in activity was inevitable. A sane person would probably sleep, but Steph decided to spend her time tossing pebbles into the river and think about whatever her mind decided to settle on today. At least until Ezio got back, anyway.
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Feb. 18th, 2012 02:03 amassalitoreEzio's heart weighed heavily in his chest.
Paradisa being real made a whole lot of things suddenly within the realm of possibility. If Paradisa wasn't a dream, then the future was a bright place. If Paradisa wasn't a dream, he knew when Rodrigo Borgia would die... and he just had to schedule accordingly. But if Paradisa wasn't a dream, then he had already met Lucrezia Borgia before, and it would certainly change how he approached her here.
He remembered her vaguely, from Monteriggioni, less than two weeks earlier. She was standing just behind the man he figured was Cesare, a blonde in a gown, out of place amongst all the warfare... and he hadn't paid any more attention than that, too busy with death and destruction, even for her.
It bothered him now. She had played party to all that destruction, and all the lives lost, including his uncle's. Surely, she had known where they were storming, and who was inside?
He slid his wine glass across his desk, back and forth, distracting himself with the noise of the bottom scraping against the wood. It was the only sound in Headquarters, echoing through the vaulted ceilings.
Hmm.
Paradisa being real made a whole lot of things suddenly within the realm of possibility. If Paradisa wasn't a dream, then the future was a bright place. If Paradisa wasn't a dream, he knew when Rodrigo Borgia would die... and he just had to schedule accordingly. But if Paradisa wasn't a dream, then he had already met Lucrezia Borgia before, and it would certainly change how he approached her here.
He remembered her vaguely, from Monteriggioni, less than two weeks earlier. She was standing just behind the man he figured was Cesare, a blonde in a gown, out of place amongst all the warfare... and he hadn't paid any more attention than that, too busy with death and destruction, even for her.
It bothered him now. She had played party to all that destruction, and all the lives lost, including his uncle's. Surely, she had known where they were storming, and who was inside?
He slid his wine glass across his desk, back and forth, distracting himself with the noise of the bottom scraping against the wood. It was the only sound in Headquarters, echoing through the vaulted ceilings.
Hmm.
secondchancesSweep the halls, Sister Dorotea said. Help with the washing, Sister Dorotea said. How can you still manage to ruin a stew after all this time, Sister Dorotea said, and rattled off a list of things to pick up from the market before shooing Stephanie out of the kitchen before she wasted any more vegetables.
Just as planned. Or, at least, that's what Stephanie decided as she trudged down the streets. Any excuse to be out and about with the rest of the world was good enough for her. Living as a Sister wasn't the worst life, but Stephanie sure did miss...
Well, she missed everything. It was just one of those days.
Still, at least she was out in the relatively fresh air instead of drumming her fingers on some dusty pews and hoping for something exciting to happen.
"Should have just chopped off my hair and pretended to be an errand boy. Hindsight..." She mumbled to herself, rounding a corner.
Just as planned. Or, at least, that's what Stephanie decided as she trudged down the streets. Any excuse to be out and about with the rest of the world was good enough for her. Living as a Sister wasn't the worst life, but Stephanie sure did miss...
Well, she missed everything. It was just one of those days.
Still, at least she was out in the relatively fresh air instead of drumming her fingers on some dusty pews and hoping for something exciting to happen.
"Should have just chopped off my hair and pretended to be an errand boy. Hindsight..." She mumbled to herself, rounding a corner.