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A man must be

Date & Time: November 17th, all day
Location: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE IN THE HOLD
Characters: Ezio Auditore and YOU!
Summary: Ezio is exploring the Hold
Warnings: None as of yet

[Ezio is a man of knowledge. The more he knew, the better prepared he could be for anything and everything possible. Too often has he seen people caught off-guard and fail for one single missing piece of information.

As it happens, he's trying to learn the layout of the Hold. The quickest routes in, the most complicated ones, the buildings more adequate for climbing and scouting. You can find him nearly anywhere in his Assassin garb, hood on, stalking about the place.]

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[ It really was a mundane thing, shopping for clothes. No doubt Samus spent the majority of her time in her Power Suit, though there were occasions were casual attire was more... practical.

Having a several inch long gash in her jeans right across her hip and part of her upper thigh, for example, was not very practical. Her coat thankfully hid this wardrobe malfunction, but there was an unfortunate sag she was tending to every so often as she browsed around the Hold's marketplace. This courtyard was one she became acquainted with when she first arrived, though the familiarity didn't make it any easier finding suitable replacement pants.

She sorely wished hers would just stay in place and stop sliding down one side of her hips, above anything else. ]

Edited 2012-11-21 03:13 (UTC)

[Ezio, too, needed to find more suitable clothes, but he's so used to his own clothing that he just prefers to wear it.

Though he's starting to change his mind as to how often it would okay to wear his Italian Renaissance garb.

He sees the blond woman, a very pretty one at that, with a mild expression of frustration. She seems to be wandering a little, which, of course, catches his attention.]

Are you looking for something?

[She'd caught glimpses of him passing here and there, though they were fleeting at best. She'd be a poor example of a hunter if she didn't notice when she herself was being hunted, even if only in observation. Pants were however her primary objective here, and she paid little mind to anyone who didn't seem to be acting like a threat.]

Mm?

[Oh. Hello. Her eyes darted down to the pair she was holding in her hand, and she raises them a little for emphasis; simple dark jeans, looking perhaps one size too small for her.]

...a suitable replacement.

[His eyes follow the pants, then down to her ripped pants.]

Were you in a fight?

[If you squint real hard you can kind of see the hem of her underwear through that rip. They might be black and thin.]

Sort of.

[The tone of her voice and the way her eyes roll definitely implies the annoyance of this fight.]

It was a towel fight.

[He crosses his arms and gives her a bit of a look.]

A towel fight.

[He sounds so convinced.]

[She's being SUPER SERIOUS...]

...Yes. A towel fight.

[She goes on to clarify.]

It started out as a towel fight with Jensen.

Jensen? Adam Jensen?

[He starts to crack a bit of a grin.]

I see.

[She frowns at that grin. Stop that. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SEE...]

He was being stubborn, that's all.

[He is a man of mystery in a hood, Samus, he'd never give himself away so easily.]

And so a towel fight led to that?

[He signals to the cut with just a glance.]

...It got a little out of hand.

I can see that.

[She relinquishes the pants she had been holding with a sigh, knowing they won't fit and moves on to the next pile of folded clothes this vendor has to offer. She riffles through them to combat any awkward silence threatening to bloom.

She'd do better than that and smoothly go on the offensive, too.]

You speak as if you have personal experience with ruined pants.

[About that...]

Better to be prepared for anything than to be caught by surprise.

If you're going to brag I want to hear an example.

[Do you really, Samus?]

And what sort of example do you want to hear, bella?

[yes yes yes. She frowns at the pet name but she shifts her weight to her other hip, giving him a quick up and down look. His garb is quite distinct, isn't it?]

The last time you ruined your clothes in a fight.

That wasn't so long ago, in my life at least. From this time it would have been forgotten or hardly noticed.

[It was more like an onslaught and his clothes were ruined due to being shot and running like hell through the villa.]