sixthiterationlogs | A man of peace? Ideas take precedence.

WHO: Leonard da Vinci
WHERE: Various places
WHEN: Through February, more specifically February 8th-23rd
OPEN TO: OTA, one locked to Alistair (in comment)
WARNINGS: Nothing for now, will update if necessary!

All of Feb 8-23rd

After Leonardo's declaration on his wrist band, he got straight to work in the smithery. It would take time to change his ingots into something workable, and he had many long days and late nights ahead of him, but he was very happy about it. He started on Ezio's hidden blade, of course, always his first priority, the mechanism not difficult to put together with all the proper supplies. But then there was the steady clang when he started on blades. He can be found in his forge so if anyone requested an item from, they can swing by to give direction or ask questions.

He also occasionally remembers to take breaks from the forge only to enjoy the sunlight as he works on patching up a boat he identified as the best possibility for the pod. He can be found out back of house of house 26 doing that

Color Change, February 16th-23rd

Leonardo wakes up on February 16th feeling unburdened by some of the anxieties he'd be living with. He felt good, actually, and at first he chalks it up to certain things happening most recently, but eventually he can sense this particular boldness is something else. When he notices his wristband changed its lovely violet to a vivid red, and remembers people speaking of this on the network, he almost gets concerned. And then he doesn't actually end up caring, because really, it is what it is. So be it.

It is not overly noticeable at first that he's changed, but he does find himself more honest, feeling less like he has to reconsider everything he does. He can be found eating at the inn, walking through the greenhouse, lounging in the hot springs, and generally walking around with his head held high and a sharpened focus in blue eyes.

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Leonardo is surprised, eyes widening, and it reminds him then that his Alistair is in a similar situation. It is so terribly sad. "I am sorry, my friend, that is a true tragedy. Although perhaps this place in a way is a miracle." A strange and not always great miracle, but not all of them can be. "I do know there was talk of a support group for people who have nothing to go back to."

Leonardo knows he still has many years ahead of him at home, and he considers himself very lucky. "I do not know how they are capable of it. If we are taken by ... some kind of force, at a point in time they choose, that would explain why you are here, but not if you did feel the injury and have a scar. That is ... fascinating." He runs a wet hair over his beard thoughtfully. "And if we are clones as they say, why keep an injury such as that?"

Nothing to go back to. North grimaces. He can never go back, he knows that and casts his eyes skyward rather than think about it. Still, no one has suggested clones to him before and North frowns as he looks at Leonardo.

"That doesn't make sense to me. Cloning is a thing in my world, and it's not always very stable. It will not recreate scars, or even the brain. We use it almost exclusively for organs and things like that when people are hurt. There's pretty much no proper way to replicate a human brain, even if you have a detailed scan of that person's brain from moments before they died. In fact, that's how we make AIs. Scanning brains before death. And it creates something entirely new. It's more believable that we aren't actually us. We're completely artificial."

"There is no proper way to replicate a human brain that you are aware of," Leonardo counters. "There are many things about this place that seem impossible or unlikely, perhaps they have technology even farther in the future from you that is capable of doing more than we know." The world has changed so substantially from his time to five hundred years later, he can imagine very well that there are infinite possibilities of what people can come up with. Or no end to it. "If there is anything I've learned from being here, it is that if the brain can imagine it, people will find a way to make it work eventually."

Or perhaps not. It could be something else. Leonardo has no real inclination toward any explanation, because they are all equally above his head. "Who would we be if not us? You think they fabricated lives and such entirely?"

"I guess that's a good point," North says, and the idea of it worries him. Because human technology has jumped enough since the war. And with Covenant tech to work with now... he's scared.

He'd rather not think about it actually. Oh well.

"I think I'd rather not fathom what future tech there is. Because I'm a bit broken at the possibilities. I don't like where tech is going now."

"Like all knowledge, it can be used in good and bad ways. Humanity's flaws are parallel to its strengths, always." Leonardo is much easier to imagine technology, because in truth, he tends to expect the best in people, not the worst. And he knows that is short sighted and may lead to being disappointed, but it's simply his natural urge to see glory, not gloom.

He does grow a little somber. "It has been brought to my attention that even the best intentions in creation cannot stop it being used. My inventions are precious to me, but I am not so naive to think they can't be used for evil as well." Leonardo knows that, he's seen it, and every time he comes up with a new design, he can see the flaws in it, how they can be tapped into by the wrong people. "And yet I have been assured some of it has helped in small ways to bring goodness to the future as well."

"Yeah. Your art too. You inspire people. There are still people, in my time, that go out of their way to see your paintings and sculptures."

Of course he won't list which ones. That much is obvious from the little frown North offers. Some of them Leonardo hasn't had a chance to make yet. Which is why there has to be some evasiveness. Still, the thought is one he understands.

"I can't think of a single creation man ultimately hasn't used for evil. Except for pizza."

"I am glad to hear that. It is good to know when you haven't wasted a life." Who could possibly ask for more? Leonardo will take it gratefully and humbly. "I don't know that I ever thought much about my work living on. It is what all artists seek, in a way, to leave something behind that will survive the tests of time. But I also didn't give it much consideration." He lived instead. He painted and he worked and he helped Ezio. It turned out alright in the end.

"Ah, I am pleased pizza survived through time as well! It is very good. You know it was in the Aeneid? A reference, at least, to round dough with cooked vegetables on top." Leonardo smiles. He is very proud of Italy and its contributions to the world, pizza included.

"Wait, you had pizza?" North asks, almost recoiling in shock. See, popular culture had the meal as coming from later in time than that. At least, popular culture by his time.

And internally, Theta was bouncing with excitement. North has talked up pizza quite a bit over the years, but they've never had a chance to have it. Which means it's an experience Theta's wanted to have, and one North has been trying to do.

"Do you... Leonardo, can you tell us about pizza in your time? I'm hoping to try and make some here once I have the right ingredients and everything."

"I do not believe it is the same as what ... perhaps in modern time they had, but it was in essence similar. Bread, dough, vegetables and cheeses on the top. Or other things cooked, depending on who was doing it." It wasn't exactly sold on the street, but he did know it was an easy meal to prepare for those who had the ingredients at home.

Leonardo smiles at him, chuckling. "Oh my friend, you may be surprised to know that they have it here! Or at least I was told at several celebrations it has been here." He thinks back. "There was an event where many of the thinkers in this place, before my time, came to talk about their theories, and it was served there. So there must be people in this place who know how to make it, given the ingredients."

"I know, but I think I'd rather try it in a more classic sense, the way that it was originally done. I figure by my time it's drifted a lot. I mean, I don't think barbecue chicken was the original vision," North laughs. But with everything else he smiles. It would be a fun event.

I still think Hawaiian style is the best.

Sacrilege.

How rude. The AI has a really weird fixation on pineapple and North doesn't get it. Sweet things don't belong on a pizza.

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