sixthiterationlogs | I'm not content to merely to capture the world. I want to change it.

WHO: Leonardo da Vinci
WHERE: Fountain, and then all over the village
WHEN: January 13th during the day (Fountain), 14-16ish for the rest
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Overabundance of enthusiasm.

Fountain Arrival

The last thing Leonardo remembered was a late night staring at codex pages, trying to make sense of the strange designs and visions they saw when Ezio touched 'the Apple.' It was still an interesting name to him, a nod to the temptation of unknown things, but he was weary when he lay his head on his work desk to close his eyes. Just for a few minutes. That was all. So imagine his surprise when his next coherent thought is I am drowning! as he finds himself floating in freezing water. His beloved Italia is rarely if ever so cold, and he flails wildly at first, but manages to see some light up ahead.

He breaks through the top of the water with a big gasp and wide eyes, scrambling his fingers against the side. Oh no. This feels like one of those situations he keeps finding himself in, and that means Ezio should not be far behind. Ah well. Leonardo hefts himself up and onto the ground, sitting on the edge and breathing deeply. Blue eyes dart around taking in the strange unfamiliar landscape, the land that is most certainly not his country or one he recognizes, and he isn't in his robes to deal with the harshness of the cold air.

"Oh Leonardo," he murmurs to himself, brushing wet hair from his face. "What have you done this time?"

Seen Around the South Village

Leonardo is a very energetic and curious person, so he can be seen in multiple locations over the next few days. If outside, he will be overly layered because it is too cold for him. He will be in the inn for lunch and chat with whoever is there, the schoolhouse eagerly looking over all of the books there, the boathouse and the mill and then simply wandering around clearly checking the place out.

He will then go up to the North Village and do much the same thing.

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Leonardo is running his hand over the titles of the book in a corner, pulling out a few at a time to make a pile. It appears this is a place where it is allowed to borrow the books, although perhaps it is wisest to read them here, otherwise his room would be stacked with them very soon. He is completely unaware that anyone else is inside, until he stacks the books to the side and glances over at Kurt.

And openly gasps. What in the world? Much like his curiosity didn't scare him away from Venom, he only felt mild wariness at first, but fascination for certain. There were several wondrous people here, it took his breath away. "Hello?" Leonardo approaches Kurt with wide eyes.

"Oh!" Kurt honestly looks relieved to have an excuse to put the book down. It's not that he doesn't like the idea of woodwork, exactly, but that reading about it isn't nearly as exciting as the prospect of just starting on the project at hand- but the rarity of the supplies he has means taking extra care. And that means studying.

"Hello there- a new arrival, I take it?" he gives the man an extra-friendly smile (even if it's a little fangy), and extends his hand in greeting. "Kurt Wagner. I have not been here very long myself." He's used to people reacting more noticeably to his appearance than the very understandable startled gasp, and he doesn't look offended by it.

"You can ask, if you like." He's actually starting to be amused by these sorts of reactions. It's nice to feel appreciated for you're uniqueness- especially when you've faced literal torch-wielding mobs in the past.

It is a blue man! And he speaks! With a ... "German?" Yes his mind is having trouble wrapping around yet another oddity, so he is going to point out the accent that he hears instantly. Leonardo has a distinct Italian one, but he has met people from all around the world. A German blue man with a tail and fangs. What a thing!

Leonardo doesn't hesitate now that he's seen the man is friendly and takes his hand, shaking it enthusiastically. He pulls up a chair, because he is going to need to sit if he is going to converse with a blue German. "Yes I arrived recently, I am Leonardo da Vinci, at your service." So far people have been very kind about his questions regarding their appearance, which is very understanding of them, because there's no end of his inquisitive nature.

"Are you a ... symbiote? Person from another planet? Or a different species, like a ...." He can't remember the name now, which is unfortunate, it's at the tip of his tongue. "With big horns. No, you don't have those." But he is wonderful looking.

And now it's Kurt's turn to go slack-jawed, with a muttered "Gott-in-himmel" under his breath, and yellow eyes widening in both surprise and delight.

"Nothing quite so exotic- merely... another branch of humanity. In my world, we're called mutants- we are born with something different about us, and grow into our gifts as we age. If you saw both my parents, you'd see I inherited my looks like anyone else- I have my mother's coloring and my father's build, you could say."

Leonardo listens attentively and then smiles. "I see! It is not so much of a surprise, many have theorized humans will keep developing with time, as we have in the past. Perhaps not seen in this fashion, but." He could not have imagined it would be in such a way, but that did not make it impossible. He was starting to understand that impossible no longer applied to his life in any way. For someone like him, that was a good thing.

"What do you mean by gifts?"

"Ah, well," Kurt says, not at all hesitant, but searching for the right words. "I have always been able to cling to walls- or ceilings. Like a gecko, or a spider, I suppose. Or, rather, up until getting here, I have always had this ability. As well as teleportation- I can take myself from one location to another in an instant, provided it's within a few miles, and I know where I'm going, or at least can see it," he explains. "And my tail and spine allow me greater flexibility and balance. A bit like a cat, I suppose. Or a particularly affable blue monkey."

This is all quite fascinating. A mutated human given different appearances and powers. He keeps wondering how his mind will be blown day by day. And he hasn't been disappointed so far. "That is wonderful! Teleporting, hanging from walls." Such things to think of! He is truly enamored. "You are extraordinary in appearance, I do assure you I mean it complimentary, I am a painter and I could not imagine such a look." Well, he did look like a demon, there was that, but he seems very kind so it purely a physical thing.

"I have heard of you- though I can't say you're a person I ever thought myself likely to meet," and then he pauses, remembers just how weird his life is. He fought Dracula once. What's a historical figure when you've fought public domain figures out of Victorian Gothic horror novels? Or time-swapped versions of his own friends and family. Or the time he spent in actual Heaven. And Hell.

Okay, so, this really is kind of his normal. If a slightly different flavor than usual.

"Your paintings are quite famous- I imagine someone else has explained that much to you by now. I think a friend of mine would probably have my fuzzy hide if I passed up the opportunity to see anything you've created here, if you ever have the time to show off." Even if Piotr was more one for making art himself than art history, this is still Da Vinci.

"I never thought I would meet people from the future and find out I am still known, so many an unimaginable thing has happened here. It is marvelous!" Leonardo's brain sometimes feels like it is on fire with all of this information, but he has liked all of it so far. And now he's met a blue human who has super powers back home. There is no end to the marvels!

"I have no paints and pencils as of now, unfortunately." Or paper. Paper is necessary. He has to look into creating more, once he gets a good sense of the projects he can actively work on. "I suppose it is not as necessary as clothes and weapons." Leonardo is sad about it, because for one, he would love to paint or sketch nearly every person he's met. They all have interesting faces. And there are places here that was beautiful and worthy of a look. Alas.

"If I do get them, I would be happy if you would sit for me!" Kurt would be a beautiful challenge to be certain.

I'm not content to merely to capture the world. I want to change it.

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