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  Fourth Wall Meme

It's the return of the Fourth Wall Meme, and we're opening it for the next full week! paradisa does not allow non-members to post or comment in our main community, so we're offering this as a place to roleplay with our cast. Both character journals and personal journals are welcome, as well as doubles, original characters, AUs, whatever. Not all can be applied to the main game, but they're certainly welcome here.

Premise:
You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.
 

Format:
[Actions] Dialogue.

IE:
[Mickey Mouse enters the room, and sits down at the kitchen table.]

Gosh, guys, is this place ever swell!

What are you gonna do?

Comments

[consigliore]

[ he is no assassin, he is not micheletto. yet he is learned enough to know when he is being followed. when he realized is hard to say, his footsteps remain measured his purpose seemingly clear. he searches, or so it seems. he leads now instead, intent on discovering his pursuer and what purpose guides his feet. (and should it be foul- put an end to him)

with that in mind he turns this corner and waits. ]

sorry, this week ate me :'(

[assassino]

[Ezio slows up around the corner, moving to the outer edge of the hall to follow. It's habit when you're an Assassin –– people who come right around corners get shanked, and he knows that because he does it all the damn time.

Today, he sees Cesare before he gets too close, but he's still fast to put his hand to his sword belt.

He slips into a taunt.]

Borgia. When did you arrive here?

oh no precious /holds close

[consigliore]

[ not fast enough to garner the upperhand. silently he curses, a hand falling upon his own sword without missing a beat. His weight shifts between feet, suspicion lining his face.

a face he does not recognize, with an accent he does. yet the man recognizes him- it does little to surprise him, especially if this man is of italy as cesare thinks. ]

When. [ he breathes a laugh. as casual as he tries to make himself appear a sharpness still clings to his tone. ] Of what consequence is it?

/holds... but I am back now B)

[assassino]

[Ezio smirks. Does Cesare recognize him? Ezio isn't sure; it isn't there in his face, but one can never tell with the Borgia.]

It will change how your sister feels, of course.

and i am over the moon about it!! C:

[consigliore]

[ muscles lock, fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword. he speaks of lucrezia, how does he know her? ]

She already knows I am here. [ he smiles tightly. ] You must had missed the reunion.

yay *_*

[assassino]

I'm afraid I have. But no matter... I have been looking out for her in your absence. You're welcome.

[Ezio's not afraid to step on toes. Not when he intends to goad, anyhow.]