Secondo Scritto | Backdated to before the NPC post | Accidental audio/Action;

[sicarius]

[For those listening on the network, you might just hear the sound of birds flapping by as a hint of where this assassin currently is. His bracelet banged against one of the surfaces while leaping SO ENJOY THAT. If you can't tell what he's doing, then maybe the sound of air rushing past might give you a better idea. Or perhaps even the sound of the crowded streets below might intrigue you.

Either way, if you decide to investigate, you might just notice a hooded figure running across the rooftops around the city- whether or not you may actually hear him is something left up to your discretion. He's on a mission to find a certain snarky descendant, and really doesn't have time for chatter unless you get his attention. Plus, it's not like Desmond can escape the place, after all. Ezio knows the city better than he does, and isn't going to stop until he has answers.

So feel free to run into him, or just observe. Consider it an open action post, if you will.]

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I CAN'T RESIST. a- action? if it's okay?

[digophelia]

[And here Alice was leaning outside of a balcony, staring off into space, letting her imagination work for her. You could call it day dreaming, but if Alice lets it go further, she'll lose herself.

That can't be a hallucination of someone jumping on the roofs, coming the way of the Hel house? Could it?

This is Alice.

This is Alice climbing up on the roofs, as quick as possible. Just as she barely gets on the roofs, he's sprinting by and Alice calls out.]

Out for sight-seeing again, Magpie?

action GO FOR IT

[sicarius]

[Seeing someone on the rooftops isn't that difficult or unusual for Ezio. Sprinting across them to get to his destination isn't either.

But being called a nickname and then noticing said person is trying to climb to greet him? That's a bit different. Seeing that, Ezio halts, staring back at the girl as she pulls herself up, and grins in response.]

A magpie, bella? Whatever for?

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[digophelia]

[She's up! It's stranger to do it here, versus Wonderland; it comes back to the fact Alice isn't used to doing such things. Even if it was climbing to higher points in the orphanage to nab the children down from book cases at the request of Bumby. Soon as she's up, she catches her breath. He's hard to catch.]

You were perching on the roofs like a bird and now you're running on them.

[Roxas, you can't say that this is for fun. This is something fishy.]

Yes, a magpie, fluttering about the way you do.

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[sicarius]

[Well now he knows what a magpie is, some kind of bird. Which, when it comes to assassins, isn't too far off- though they're more birds of prey. Ezio keeps the thought in the back of his mind, but he laughs at her observations.]

Si, I travel them. It is not uncommon back home. Why should I be any different here?

[accommodated]

[That's the problem with the world just seeming so unreal. What do you do with something like this?]

Any time now, Rebecca. I would really like to get out of here. [This wasn't some back door to fragmented bits in the Animus' coding. It couldn't be. Usually there was some kind of-- some kind of message. Where was the message?

It's true. Desmond doesn't know the city that well. Not yet. (Yet? Yet?) But he can, as a matter of fact, blend surprisingly well, hood pulled up. Slipping away to a quiet little section of a narrowed pathway between two buildings-- quiet, for now.

Room to think.

Or at least scrub at his face, breathing in and out.

Oh, yeah, this was just going to end so well. But at least the relative silence, barring the passer-byes, let Desmond get some of his bearings. All right, Miles. Next step. Rebecca obviously wasn't going to respond (he knew that, of course, after the ominous sound of voices very much leaving him in this goddamned machine). So...

There was a way out. He just needed to find the right door, was all.

Yup. That's a good start. Somewhere there was a trail. Desmond was going to find it.

It would kind of help, though, if it didn't happen to be a fact that Ezio was very, very real; just like the rest of the city.]

[sicarius]

[It would help quite a bit, wouldn't it?

Currently Ezio is traveling, eyes open and quiet on where he goes, trying his best to make do without Eagle Vision and find the one he's looking for. He isn't dependent on it- he's a master assassin, after all. One can't be expectant of their abilities, especially if they happen to lose them in battle. Everything must be honed, trained, be ready to use in an instant in order to escape.

It isn't until he sees Desmond's hood break away from the crowd that the maestro realizes he is much better than he first thought. Blending is a talent in and of itself, and while he wasn't expecting the other to know it, now that he's aware, it's going to be much more difficult for Desmond overall.

Which is why now, he's quietly landing on the rooftop next to that narrow alleyway, and perching right above his descendant, eyes curiously watching that hood below. There is no attempt at speaking made, no gesture to indicate he can see him. Let the boy use his senses and discover the assassin on his own. Ezio wants him to prove he's much more than he lets on.]

[accommodated]

[If there's one thing Desmond knows very well, it's that paranoid feeling-- that someone has their eyes on you, watching and waiting. Nine years of that sensation will kind of make a guy familiar with the way chills will just streak down their back. That's not something anyone needed some freaky second sight for. Or maybe Desmond is just... he doesn't know how to describe it to himself: his mind knows things, subconscious now, ingrained right down to the very fibers of his RNA linking together. Things that seem outside of himself even when he knows otherwise.

Like every predator has prey, so to speak.

There's a sinking sensation on Desmond's gut. Telling him to be alert. To be ready. Drawing his body tight in anticipation. His mind, however, was decidedly not getting with the program. That little flight-or-fight instinct was often, naturally, stuck to flight. Old habits, of course; can't have the same instinct to slink into hiding spots out of sheer need to protect yourself and be an Assassin at the same time. At least, not for him. He'd fall right back into the same old, sad routine if he did.

And it wouldn't help humanity any, either.

Or it could be that long stretch of shadow that hadn't been there, oh, say three seconds ago. Something most people wouldn't notice, but he wasn't most people, as it would turn out. No, Ezio's shadow is distinct. Well. Crap. Sometimes, Desmond hates his luck. It's not that he looks directly at Ezio. Acknowledging too much. But his posture changes. Shoulders tensing and untensing, aware. Just waiting for the next move. And he wasn't taking his hood off, either-- a last measure at trying to be defensive. Last thing he needed was for someone to remember That Guy stand around in alleys.]

You know-- [Great, Desmond, just go ahead and address figments of your own imagination. That's perfectly normal.] I'm pretty sure skulking around and stalking people is grounds for arrest.

[sicarius]

[Normally, had this been a target, Desmond would be dead by now. Ezio notes the change in posture, the simple tensing of the body in response to seeing the shadow beneath him, the refusal to back away when confronted. Good. At least a part of this encounter was proving to be promising. But his mind snaps back to attention when the boy speaks, eyes narrowing and voice a bit firm compared to normal.]

Do not play coy.

[It's a reply Desmond might realize that is aimed directly at him, no other person within the vicinity or "hallucinations" for Ezio to talk to. While he may believe that this is all a dream, the master assassin has seen otherwise firsthand, and if this boy is another Brother, he needs to understand the consequences of being here.

For a long moment he stays there, eyes keenly watching the figure below, just as tense as he is. He doesn't know what this brother will do, or what he even can do. Then:]

You know more than you say you do.

[An observation, but also Ezio telling him that he is prepared for anything, come whatever happens next.]

[action]

[starryguyed]

[ she's on her way back to Sigyn, archery gear slung over her shoulder, when she spots a sight that, awhile ago, would have had her surprised. But today, she recognizes it, and cups her hands around her mouth. ]

Hello--!

[action]

[sicarius]

[Ezio recognizes that voice from down below, having met her before on another rooftop adventure. It's good to see her out and about, and especially with a weapon in tow. He stops his running and drops down nearby, smiling as before.]

Buon giorno, Tsukiko.

[action]

[starryguyed]

[ she bows politely in response; sooner or later, she won't get that initial heart attack when he does that. Really. ]

Are you exploring again, Ezio-san?

[action]

[sicarius]

A little. [He nods.] I'm actually searching for someone in the city.

[inventing]

[Leonardo is meandering. He's been considering this entire place like it's a puzzle, but he's momentarily stuck on putting all the pieces together-- and walking has been known to jog his mind. Perhaps he'll see something, or be reminded of something...

Sometimes, Leonardo thinks that his most brilliant ideas are hidden away from him by virtue of being too obvious for him to even consider. Intelligence is an obstacle as much as a gift, really.

He pauses, glancing up at the rooftops at a familiar sound. On business, he wonders? Well-- there's one way to find out. He raises a hand, when Ezio is in range, and offers a wave.]

[sicarius]

[Well, isn't that a familiar face?

Ezio drops down and greets Leonardo with a grin, amused to see him out and trying to study so much about a place he doesn't know. If there was one thing he was for sure the scholar would do, it was figure out, or at least try, to place all the pieces together, much like the Codex.]

Leonardo. To what do I owe this pleasure, amico?

i lost this tab for three weeks I'M SO SORRY

[hugprompting]

I was simply exploring! [Leonardo gestures around by way of explanation. Asgard is full of exciting things, even if it's a little on the bland side.] And walking-- it has always seemed to help me think, if I am stuck on a particular problem, and this place presents many problems that I find myself stuck on.

[Leonardo laughs a little with a shrug of his shoulders; you know how it goes, Ezio!]

What are you out doing?

NO WORRIES i am the slowest tagger ever and backtagging is good practice :|b

[sicarius]

[He can only laugh at Leonardo presenting his usual motives and bouts, because he does know how he is. It's why he's such a good amico.

At his question, Ezio just grins and offers a slight shrug of his own, amused.]

Exploring, mostly. Perhaps seeing if I recognize any faces here. Either from home, or just having met in this place.

[action]

[highstakesgame]

[here is a shrewd looking blonde Italian lady, strolling along the streets and enjoy the sites with her parasol open.

And watching someone jump from rooftop to rooftop, of course]

How amusing! Is that how you always get around?

[action]

[sicarius]

[Well hello, bella~

Don't mind Ezio as he grins back at her from atop of the roof, looking extremely interested.]

Most of the time, si. You are a very observant one, bella.

[action]

[highstakesgame]

[Oh, listen to that!]

Italian, are you?

Buon giorno, signore.

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[predicting]

[ well... that's not something a guy sees everyday! he's not entirely sure if there's a proper way to address one's elders when they're rooftop-hopping, but it's not like he'd use it anyway. ]

Wow~... Having fun, mister?

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[sicarius]

[Oh, well there's a new face he hasn't met yet. Ezio pauses in his search to enlighten this new person.]

You could say so, si.

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[predicting]

Then I will! [ If he's in any way affected by how surreal talking to a roof-leaping Italian man is... he doesn't show it! ]

So~, I'm guessing that isn't just some new exercise routine, right?

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[thismustbelove]

[Oh, Legault hears him. It's the fact that he barely hears Ezio that really interests him. This could be fun. Legault prefers to creep in the alleys, though, knowing how to get through and away from crowds. And Ezio's on the roofs. Whatever is a thief supposed to do?

Ah, well, he'll look for him later, maybe, or get his attention to stop enough that he pauses to look around. Who knows?]

I think you left your bracelet on, my friend.

[ooc; hnnn this is so late, feel free to ignore if you want.]

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[sicarius]

[And that catches him by surprise, but there is a chuckle to be heard as a response.]

So it seems, messere.

[[late no never :U]]

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[thismustbelove]

[It's not very hard to connect that the bracelet's sounds match the sound of someone running overhead, either. That makes his day more interesting.]

You seem to be in such a hurry. I hope nothing dangerous is chasing you.