uno. ( VIDEO )

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

[ it clicks onto begin recording a man's voice talking though it's muffled and barely heard. however, the Italian accent is clear and thick and he's speaking too quickly for it to be understandable anyways. the slight sound of rain is in the background. it shuts off after a few seconds. ]

[ about ten minutes later, it clicks onto video and the man's voice is suddenly given an identity, though it only has a good view of a rather broad male's chest adorned in strange white and red clothes. he's stopped talking but then he shakes the PDA and upon seeing himself being filmed, lifts it upwards so it's facing down on him and filming him from an aerial view. he's speaking and his voice is deep and again, clearly Italian, and also, clearly confused: ]

-- I get it. This is war. As strange as it is. They tell us all these things and yet, they will not even tell me how to use this magical little box?

[ he's shaking the camera now and bringing it down to his side, smashing buttons so it's making worrisome beeping noises ]

A bad dream. An insanely bad dream. That is what this is. I need to return immediately. I can't be --

[ and he accidentally turns it off. ): ]

Comments

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

[ sttarrriinggg. and then an almost hushed whisper of "assassino". ]

video.

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

[whoop let's drop that camera back down.]

What do you know?

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

[ altair quit manipulating him you douche ]

Nothing of your concern.

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

[quit being an upstart.]

Hardly.

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

[ I'LL DO WHAT I WANT OLD MAN ]

You are an assassin. [ lmfao irony ] I see no reason why I should tell you anything.

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

[sharp, probably right around 'you are an as--':] Watch your tongue, boy, if you have no discipline. [can we join the irony bandwagon.]

... But you do.

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

[ . . . sulk. )8< ]

And why is that?

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

I was only copying your actions. [somewhat. dry.]

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

[ long pauuusee ]

. . .You cannot be here to kill me.

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

Don't be a fool.

[A) you'd already be dead, B) those are assassin clothes you little hypocrite, C) why are you saying this publicly. his voice tells all of this.]

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

[ HE IS NOT AN ASSASSIN WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT this is how everyone dresses in Italy ]

Then what do you want with me.

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

Do you have a reason to think I would need something?

[small sharp edge. so does this mean you're a traitor.]

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

[ just as sharp and almost accusatory. ]

Yes.

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

[rising to meet that.]

Why?

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

You are an assassin. That is reason enough.

[ and tone says that he's gonna drop the subject in five. ]

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

[once more, cutting in at 'an a--']

You have no place to speak. [pause.] This is as much an illusion for me as you.

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

[ fully irritated now ]

You could be an illusion too.

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

Do you honestly believe that?

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

Why shouldn't I?

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

Then you've brought me here for no reason.

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

-- What.

I've done nothing.

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

[now the note of agitation is creeping in.] If it's your illusion, it's your fault.

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

This isn't my fault. And if it were my illusion, it would cease. I would not waste my time dreaming up something as stupid as . . .

[ pause. daaaammittttt. ]

voice

[jumpingbird.livejournal.com]

Someone must take responsibility.

For an illusion... You have nothing worth teaching.

voice

[aviatorio.livejournal.com]

Well, I won't. I didn't do this.

[ snort ] I should be thankful for that then, Signore. [ title said rather spitefully ]