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[metalica]

[ The post comes across with a name that, really, no one will recognise. It's one word, simple: ＡＤＬＥＲ. Thank goodness for the text option so he has no need to attempt to hide his voice or face; for now his name is enough. ]

Tell me about your world. Your wars. Your powers. Tell me about the things that you fight for, what you continue to cherish even here.

Educate me.

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[metalica]

What do you want me to offer in return?

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[caditquaestio]

Fair trade, no more. We are but strangers. Let us meet with an open and honest heart, as strangers with nothing to gain of each other's fortune will. I start, you may follow.

[ And then, not even waiting on agreement, because of course it'll come. ]

My world, then: it is Firenze. At times Roma or Pisa, if the work will want it so. And Firenze stood, last I saw of it, in health and finery, though I think autumn will give us a flooding. Truth told, I don't much care but for the roads and the crops. Bread's a costly fare in most cities, if you mean to have the first-day piece, but in Firenze? Hah. Even the two-day-old slices will lighten your coin purse. I tell you, it's highway theft, and the good God will spare none of His mercies on these scavengers. But what can the common man say, eh? You speak out of turn, they will deny you even what was before given.

And your world?

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[metalica]

Rome. I have been there - it is not too far from my homeland.

My world is at war, between my kind and those that want to destroy us simply for existing. I fight to keep my brothers and sisters in arms from becoming experiments, tortured for simply daring to exist.

[caditquaestio]

You lie... conquered, then. Humiliated. And put to those uses the upright man would not give his animals.

May you spy your allies quickly.

[metalica]

Not for long. I will regain us our place in my world, as we deserve. I will fight for my people until the day I die.

[caditquaestio]

Few would fault you. You're a champion to your kind, then? A leader?

[metalica]

Of sorts. Some would dare call me Terrorist when all I seek is the freedom of my kind.

[caditquaestio]

A bringer of terror...? Perhaps.

But then, power decides who had the right of it. Power and those it favours.

Your people are with you?

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[metalica]

Some. Others link themselves to a man that wishes to find a democratic solution.

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[caditquaestio]

Democratic? Giving equal say to oppressed and oppressor? This man, is he... a hired hand of your enemy, then?

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[metalica]

No. He is a teacher, a man that used to be my friend. I thought we wanted the same for our kind but I was wrong.

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[caditquaestio]

I hear betrayals of philosophy hurt keenly.

...ah! Forgive me. I didn't take the name.

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[metalica]

Indeed.

I am Adler.

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[caditquaestio]

Valentino Masi. Don Lorenzo's man - or so was. Here, I'm... man to anyone with coin and message. Courier. Well. It's honest work.

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[metalica]

Which Court? Perhaps you can carry a message for me.

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[caditquaestio]

I keep with the Unseelie, but... it little matters. I ride either way. Where the need goes.

If you are with the Seelie, I can take your message when I've next delivered to your court.

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[metalica]

I am not sure which I am. Perhaps, if I have need, I can pass a message for you to deliver to an acquaintance of mine.

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[caditquaestio]

Always. I thank you the trade.

And you... will manage here, yes?

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[metalica]

Certainly. I cannot imagine why I would not.

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[caditquaestio]

Give call, if you do not. It doesn't do to lose a client.