Cèsar de Borja, Cardinal Valentino (
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[ open ] freedom hangs like heaven
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
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.
closed to Galadriel;
Something about Galadriel strikes him as similar to the Tigress of Forlì, though the golden-haired lady is calmer and more mysterious, her claws more well-hidden. She piques his curiosity, and he thinks it wiser to gain her acquaintance rather than her ire.
So it is with these excuses in mind that he finds himself knocking on her door with a worn wooden box in his other hand. A gift. ]
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closed to Joel;
Perhaps the man can help him in that regard, for he would gladly give away his hard-earned bullets for information, or perhaps, instruction. ]
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Her expression is wary, frightened and angry all at once-- though no one is around, she grips her knife tightly and glances around the dark suite, trying to make sure she's alone.]
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It was in search of one of these that brought Giovanni to the small run down shop located on the outskirts of town. The hour was late but the scant information he had gathered from the locals indicated there was a hidden back room in this place where many black market dealings occurred. He had entered the store to 'browse' the racks of used clothing, using the pretense to keep an eye on the owner of the shop to see if the rumors were true.
The assassin was just about to make his approach to the counter when the bell over the door announced the arrival of some one new. Giovanni slipped quietly back behind the racks of clothing, narrowing his eyes at the new customer as he continued feigned interest in the wares of the shop. This man was dressed too well to be a local... unless he was the leader of the black market? Not to jump to conclusions he watched, very carefully, and waited to see what might happen. ]
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From the way the conversation goes, it seems the gossip was on the mark. So for now she feigns interest in the same way Cesare may have, wonders if she's seen his face before (couldn't have, right?) and spares a brief glance over her shoulder.
Maybe not brief enough.]
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idk backdated to the 10th.
she draws much attention to her, by dress and by the way she holds herself. the proud regal standing she refuses to let go of, she walks with the haughty air of the queen she is meant to be.
morgana finds him in discussion, a fortunate distraction from her aimless wandering, creeping up behind him as silent as she possibly can. ]
Still searching, after all this time?
[ HI CESARE. ]
YES
HEE
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