Ezio is no stranger to crypts and tombs, where even if the bodies are long rotted away, the dark and moist caverns flourish with terrible smells just the same. He wanders through the kitchen and steps into the pantry, finding it somewhat similar, with loafs of bread so far past moulding that they've hardened over like stone. When he steps back out, he looks at the microwave and doesn't even recognize it for a moment.
And then, dawning realization: "Oh. The micro-round."
There are cans, at least, on the counter. Steph grabs one of the smaller ones--tomato paste?--and gives it a shake. She frowns, looking at them.
"Well... we've got some food. Canned stuff lasts forever, right? Whoever was in here last didn't like vegetables or strange canned meats. And blew up the microwave, probably."
"Microwave," he repeats. He will forget again soon, because he never uses the thing. He possibly blew it up himself once by leaving a spoon in a mug. He will remember the arcing lightning, at least.
He joins her at the counter to inspect what she's found. Canned food is preserved, to his knowledge, but he has never been certain of how long. He sorts through them and decides:
"Oh, I'll eat that," Stephanie says, serious. A staple of her childhood. "But hey, this is a good sign! There's stuff here. Nothing fresh, but stuff..."
She trails off as she opens cabinets, wandering away some.
"There's some dried beans... a jar of pickles? Does that even keep that long? Vinegar, right? Gross."
More of a question to herself than him. She doesn't expect an answer, so she asks him a better question.
"Do you think the city is better or worse than this?"
“Vinegar is good, it will preserve food longer — something you and I are in dire need of,” he replies anyway. “The city may be better. Often it was not impacted at all by the Castle’s nonsense, wasn’t it?”
It's so unsexy, Stephanie has completely forgotten their previous shenanigans.
"Right. Guess we'll mosey on down to the city and see the damage. We can leave this stuff here, and depending on which place is better stocked, figure out where to bunker down until we figure out... where to go."
She pats her stomach.
"I can wait a while longer to eat. This smell killed my appetite."
Mosey? Ezio nods anyway; he gets it. He will eat canned goods if it comes to it, but he's not particularly enthused at the idea, so he can only hope that there will be better options in the city. If there isn't the canned goods will only stave off the inevitable, so there'll be some need to venture out anyway.
He has very vague memories of the world beyond. Maybe something can be found out there.
"We will need to find candles or something to make a torch, too," he remarks. "The castle does not have enough windows... it will be very dark when night falls."
"You're right," she mutters, taking his hand so they can at least get out of the awful smelling kitchen. It's not ideal, but things are, so far, better than she thought they might be.
"I'm hoping the dark doesn't draw out anything unpleasant."
"I'm plenty well armed if it comes to it," he replies. Ideally not, given what Paradisa can churn out, but he isn't expecting much more than some scavenger animals.
Hand holding while solving a mystery is a weird sort of throwback, and Steph has to resist the urge to pull her hand away. She's older now. More experienced. Not as boy crazy. It's fine.
"If the ghosts aren't here to serve us, I have a sneaking suspicion the townsfolk won't be around, either."
"Things to cook with, tools to make repairs with, things to keep warm," he replies. "It gets cold here in the winter, doesn't it? And we'll need to grow enough to store food for over the winter."
He knows she's not going to be happy at that prospect, but frankly, neither is he. He doesn't know shit about farming.
She's not, but she's making an effort to not make this whole situation worse by complaining too much. She's assuming he does, in fact, know some shit about farming.
"I don't think we'll have trouble finding tools and clothes. If the people are gone, there has to be some stuff left behind."
... probably. Otherwise, they're going to have to check the castle rooms one by one, which isn't her favorite idea.
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A perk of being a nobleman is never having to take more than a supervisory role in farming, and he's hardly in Monteriggioni enough to learn much of that, anyway. Fortunately for Ezio, he will one day actually be a farmer, but boy is that a long way off.
"It may be a great task, rummaging through an entire city," he muses. "There could be others here, too, that we haven't seen yet... farming takes a great deal of labour."
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"Right," she agrees. "I guess we'll go to the city and see what the situation is. If it's empty of people, we can check the shops, assuming people didn't get there before us and take the good stuff before... leaving? I don't know. I'm really hoping we get there and it's fine."
It's clear no one's gone from the city to the castle or vice versa in a long time, given the state of the path.
He weighs the odds of that -- not a lot of people in Paradisa were the type to travel in the wilderness, or else many more would have taken the opportunity and headed out. If that were the case, the situation would need to be truly dire.
Ezio glances at her, just a sliver of his eyes under the lip of his hood.
"We'll take care of business now, and forget all about this in the comfort of our bed."
She's always preferred the city to the castle, no matter how drastically different it is compared to any city she's been to before. Whatever they find there will put some worries to rest, in one way or another.
"Whatever that might be," he repeats, squeezing her hand once more.
It's been an eternity since he last walked across this lawn, but it's different, now, the grasses untrimmed, wild and overgrown with dandelions. The city looms ahead, and behind the wall, it could be in any state. Ezio picks up his pace a little, eager to find out.
Away from the musty kitchen, Steph's stomach remembers it's empty, and it hurts. Lovely. She can't actually remember the last time she ate, or what even it was. It makes her quiet as she matches Ezio's speed, trying to remember a number of things that just come up blank.
As they near the wall, she speaks up.
"Should we go in the front, or try and get a peek from a wall, first?"
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And then, dawning realization: "Oh. The micro-round."
He makes a little spinning gesture with a finger.
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"Micro-wave. Close."
There are cans, at least, on the counter. Steph grabs one of the smaller ones--tomato paste?--and gives it a shake. She frowns, looking at them.
"Well... we've got some food. Canned stuff lasts forever, right? Whoever was in here last didn't like vegetables or strange canned meats. And blew up the microwave, probably."
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He joins her at the counter to inspect what she's found. Canned food is preserved, to his knowledge, but he has never been certain of how long. He sorts through them and decides:
"I will starve before I eat this."
Canned ravioli. Not Italian at all.
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She trails off as she opens cabinets, wandering away some.
"There's some dried beans... a jar of pickles? Does that even keep that long? Vinegar, right? Gross."
More of a question to herself than him. She doesn't expect an answer, so she asks him a better question.
"Do you think the city is better or worse than this?"
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This place is very unsexy, he decides.
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"Right. Guess we'll mosey on down to the city and see the damage. We can leave this stuff here, and depending on which place is better stocked, figure out where to bunker down until we figure out... where to go."
She pats her stomach.
"I can wait a while longer to eat. This smell killed my appetite."
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He has very vague memories of the world beyond. Maybe something can be found out there.
"We will need to find candles or something to make a torch, too," he remarks. "The castle does not have enough windows... it will be very dark when night falls."
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"I'm hoping the dark doesn't draw out anything unpleasant."
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"I'm plenty well armed if it comes to it," he replies. Ideally not, given what Paradisa can churn out, but he isn't expecting much more than some scavenger animals.
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To run the hell away from whatever might try and make a meal out of them.
"You good to head out?"
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"Yes, let's go," he replies, squeezing her hand.
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"If the ghosts aren't here to serve us, I have a sneaking suspicion the townsfolk won't be around, either."
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She looks to him as they make their way outside.
"What else?"
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He knows she's not going to be happy at that prospect, but frankly, neither is he. He doesn't know shit about farming.
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"I don't think we'll have trouble finding tools and clothes. If the people are gone, there has to be some stuff left behind."
... probably. Otherwise, they're going to have to check the castle rooms one by one, which isn't her favorite idea.
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"It may be a great task, rummaging through an entire city," he muses. "There could be others here, too, that we haven't seen yet... farming takes a great deal of labour."
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"Right," she agrees. "I guess we'll go to the city and see what the situation is. If it's empty of people, we can check the shops, assuming people didn't get there before us and take the good stuff before... leaving? I don't know. I'm really hoping we get there and it's fine."
It's clear no one's gone from the city to the castle or vice versa in a long time, given the state of the path.
"This is a very romantic first date."
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He weighs the odds of that -- not a lot of people in Paradisa were the type to travel in the wilderness, or else many more would have taken the opportunity and headed out. If that were the case, the situation would need to be truly dire.
Ezio glances at her, just a sliver of his eyes under the lip of his hood.
"We'll take care of business now, and forget all about this in the comfort of our bed."
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She's always preferred the city to the castle, no matter how drastically different it is compared to any city she's been to before. Whatever they find there will put some worries to rest, in one way or another.
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It's been an eternity since he last walked across this lawn, but it's different, now, the grasses untrimmed, wild and overgrown with dandelions. The city looms ahead, and behind the wall, it could be in any state. Ezio picks up his pace a little, eager to find out.
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As they near the wall, she speaks up.
"Should we go in the front, or try and get a peek from a wall, first?"
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She gives him a weak smile.
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comment 666 yee
that assassin devil fellow
he's wicked
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"ezio i had the strangest dream you were a chick"
“Was she hot?”
"in a slightly scary way so yeah"
“Nice”
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