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[The woman who has pressed record on this tablet looks as though perhaps she has made a mistake because she does not speak for a long time, and seems to make no effort to find any words. It has taken her some time to come to terms with where she is, how she has come to be here, but it does not mean she has to like it and there is no doubt in her mind that she does not like it here with its ruined land and cities.
And ruined people.
She has yet to venture into the room that has been set aside for her in the Initiative hold, wanting nothing from these people who have taken everything from her, and instead she is sitting by a fire she's set for herself in the shell of a building where someone- her son, her adult son- has set up a camp, curiously studying this tablet which is somehow able to allow people to communicate. Ratonhnhaké:ton- and it is still strange and hard for her to associate a full grown man with the four year old she left behind- had shown her how it worked, and she puts this newfound knowledge to the test as she looks at the device.
For a while that is all she does, wondering what it is that people say on such a thing... why they would want to even. Nothing about this world makes sense.
The fire crackles some, she seems to poke at it with a stick causing sparks to fly, and then the sound of the almost omnipresent rain is accompanied by the low grumble thunder. While she glances out at the gloom she shakes her head and speaks, the corner of her lips quirking up just a fraction as she does, though her voice low and calm.]
With weather like this I can see why the British would have wanted to take other lands for their own. Does it do nothing but rain in this place?
[It is hardly the most scintillating way to introduce oneself to the neighbours, but Kaniehtí:io does not have much experience with small talk.]
And ruined people.
She has yet to venture into the room that has been set aside for her in the Initiative hold, wanting nothing from these people who have taken everything from her, and instead she is sitting by a fire she's set for herself in the shell of a building where someone- her son, her adult son- has set up a camp, curiously studying this tablet which is somehow able to allow people to communicate. Ratonhnhaké:ton- and it is still strange and hard for her to associate a full grown man with the four year old she left behind- had shown her how it worked, and she puts this newfound knowledge to the test as she looks at the device.
For a while that is all she does, wondering what it is that people say on such a thing... why they would want to even. Nothing about this world makes sense.
The fire crackles some, she seems to poke at it with a stick causing sparks to fly, and then the sound of the almost omnipresent rain is accompanied by the low grumble thunder. While she glances out at the gloom she shakes her head and speaks, the corner of her lips quirking up just a fraction as she does, though her voice low and calm.]
With weather like this I can see why the British would have wanted to take other lands for their own. Does it do nothing but rain in this place?
[It is hardly the most scintillating way to introduce oneself to the neighbours, but Kaniehtí:io does not have much experience with small talk.]
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Their whims would not be carried out against us so often if those they captured stopped giving them a reason to believe it gave them results.
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[Which is why he and the Assassins existed, to fight back where innocents could not.]
They may not be better than those who do this to us, but it is never so easy as acting or not.
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[Guerrilla tactics: they're how it's done.]
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[Guerilla tactics: effective when useful to him.]
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Have you found much use for luck since you have been here?
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[In that he's run into two other Assassins and he still finds himself one piece. Odd circumstance or luck, or maybe both, it is what Ezio sees.]
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And would you say yours is good or bad?
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[Erring on bad with how Connor and Altaïr nearly attacked each other upon their first meeting, but that is a detail he will not share with a stranger.]
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