[ open ] freedom hangs like heaven

[cesar]

Date & Time: anytime in September
Location: all the places
Characters: Cesare Borgia and YOU
Summary: Cesare knocks on certain people's doors or otherwise trawls the city, all formats are fine by me!
Warnings: n/a

Fortune favors not the bold, but the early bird, the night owl, the one who sleeps not. She favors those who know precisely where to aim before the enemy even rouses himself from sleep, from pleasure. It takes only one shot to make or break one's fortune, yet there is so little time and so much to learn, too many red herrings to eliminate.

Only five more years until his twenty-sixth year.

Cesare spends so little time in his room when he isn't bathing or sleeping (sadly still a necessity), usually returning home as the night sky grows brighter and leaving just before noon to start his nocturnal wanderings again. But when he is home, he keeps to himself, silent as a ghost and as absent as if he isn't there at all.

He gives training only the requisite number of hours, because strength and force will never be his advantage. This he already knows. Better that he deals in stealth and information, in learning more about this world to figure out which strings to pull if he were to secure his and his mother's freedom. The Initiative's intent to overthrow the tyrant is a fool's errand so he would lend it little assistance unless the mission keeps him in their good books or aids his eventual escape.

Otherwise Cesare can be found in the city, cloaked in black velvet with the hood drawn up to hide his face. But even his attire would easily betray him, since his vanity would not allow him to dress in rags to hide himself better, and the sword on his hips gleam too brightly against the dismal surroundings. His hand grips the hilt warily as he moves from one shop to another, seemingly in search of something. He would be careful not to reveal his intent while there is another customer in the room, pretending to browse the goods on display, unless they catch him in the middle of a discussion with the owner. Then they might overhear words such as maps and pearls and bullets being discussed.

 

Comments

[cesar]

A pity, actually.

They say the enemy of an enemy is a friend.

[justgo]

And some of the better friends are your enemies.

Really though. If you wanted to make friendly, all you had to do was ask.

[cesar]

That simple?

[ He's smirking though. ] And all the friends I had before were dearly bought. If I had known.

[justgo]

Here, for you? Just might be. [She turns her eyes forward, head shaking despite the curl of her lips.]

If you'd known though, might have saved yourself a nice coin or two.

[cesar]

A nice coin or two to spend on friends who come at no cost. Would that make any difference in the end?

[justgo]

That's more a personal question, I figure. Preference on where you want your money to go. [Pause.] If anything, I'd be good with just a name.

[cesar]

For a lady, gladly. You may call me Cesare.

[justgo]

Quite the gentleman, aren't you. [She nods her head.]

And you can call me Tess.

[cesar]

I do try.

[ Still he hesitates. ]

May I call you Tess?

[justgo]

You may - no catch or anything. [Unless someone has a hissyfit or something about it.] Or is it too weird for you?

[cesar]

[ Too weird. He can't let too weird keep him from it. ]

Is it a common name where you come from?

[justgo]

It's my name, I think it's common enough. [None of that Teresa or what else you can think her name derives from.]

[cesar]

[ He could wish! ]

I met a man who mentioned you.

[justgo]

You did?

What'd he look like, scruffy and grumpy?

[cesar]

[ He chuckles. Sounds about right. ]

He had enough guns to equip an army.

[justgo]

Sure sounds like the guy I'm thinkin' of. [Head shaking, she almost rolls her eyes at the thought.] You came to see him about some weapons?

[cesar]

About a gun. We have cannons in my time, but not ones so small.