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Date & Time: The night before the epidemic started to infect the citizens.
Location: Rooftops
Characters: Ezio & Elza
Summary: Two assassins happen to meet on a rooftop pretending to not be assassins.
Warnings: NA

[The rain never bothered her, and Elza moved through the shadows of the city without any hindrance from it. Her movements were silent as she scouted the area around her location. It did little good to let her guard down while here. There may not have been any other Howling Voice members here, but that didn't mean that there wasn't a possible threat to Clive or herself.

She came silently out of the shadows on one of the rooftops near the apartment building. Walking quietly along the flat surface, Elza made her way over towards the building's edge. Once she'd assured herself that there was no threat here, she would move onto the next area.]

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That's okay! :D

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[Elza paused when she sensed the presence of another. It was faint, much like her and Clive's presence usually was, and it caused her to pause in her travels.

She took a step to the side to pivot her body around to take in the one following her steps. Her white cloak stood out brightly against the dull background. She didn't say anything at first, but instead quietly regarded the other as they both sized each other up.]

late again because hiatus face in handsssss

[mentore]

[Finding others dressed in stark white tends to be a rare sight, especially here. At times, Ezio wondered if the drab of the city was such a choking factor that it refused to be brightened by a color like white.

The Assassin stopped in place, eying the woman. She is skilled, he gives her that, in the way she moves, the way she regards him. He says nothing either, only circles her, measures her with keen, measured interest.]

No problems! I'm away at con for the next week after today!

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[It was much like two predators eyeing each other off as they circled each other. There didn't need to be words spoken to know that there were similarities between them, but just how close they were she wasn't certain.

Silence followed them for a short while as Elza's pale green gaze sized him up. Her hood remained covering her face as if to protect her from the rain, but that was far from the point. It was a trait of her kind, and while she had distanced herself from her Guild, Elza still maintained her pride in who and what she was.]

It's not often that I find someone up here on the roof.

[mentore]

[Ezio smirks. Yes, he can tell she's a professional. What kind of professional, though, is another matter entirely.]

And here I was expecting no others but myself. I wasn't prepared for guests.

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Mmm that's why it is always best to be prepared.

Have you been here long?

[mentore]

[Of course. He'd just rather sell himself short.]

Long enough to know this place better than others.

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I see.

[The evasive answer had her smiling.]

I do hope that I'm not interrupting any of your quiet time. Since you weren't expecting anyone else around here. [The way Elza spoke made it obvious that she wasn't going anywhere.]

[mentore]

You interrupted nothing, bella. Only a man with his thoughts.

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[The term didn't mean anything to her, but she could make her assumptions in that regard. So, they were going to play at that game? She was more than fine with that.]

Well that's fortunate. I don't suppose that you care to share such things, slick?

[mentore]

[He smirks at the woman.] Only how someone such as yourself found yourself up here, and if you had a name.

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I like the fresh air, why else? [The smirk was definitely an interesting addition and she took her chances by moving in closer a few steps in order to test his own sense of caution.] You tell me your name and I'll tell you mine. How does that sound, slinger?

[mentore]

[Having her closer to him allows for him to study her. Quite the scar she has across her face.]

A fair trade. My name is Ezio. [He bows his head.] And yours, signorina?

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[Ezio? Elza stored that piece of information away even if she felt a hint of amusement bubble within.

From what she could see beneath his hood, he appeared to be a rather handsome man. Which meant that he was either talented or still green. Granted the scar on her face had hardly been caused in battle, but the story behind that was something she kept to herself.]

Elza.

[mentore]

[Talented? Yes. Handsome? He could agree with that.]

A pleasure to meet you, Elza.

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The pleasure is all mine. [The smile lingered on her lips when he didn't pull away. There was no chance that this man wasn't cautious, which meant that he held enough faith in his skills to get himself out of trouble if he ever found himself in it. That was much how she felt as she finally stopped a few paces from where he was.] Have you been here long?

[mentore]

Long enough to know this place well, si. And yourself?

[He's never seen the woman before. Someone with a scar like hers would be easy for him to remember, apart from the white clothing.]

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I've been here long enough.

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I've been here long enough. <small?[There's a pleasant smile that accompanied her words.</small> I can't say that I care for it much though. There's too much rain.

[mentore]

[Ezio chuckles.] Many say the same thing. But, from what I hear, England has always been full of rain.