A man must be

[mentore]

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.]

Comments

srs rper in the house

[feyted]

( Which at some point may happen near the gym, where one woman is exiting after her hour of required training. Mia Fey's hair is pulled back into a ponytail, fresh off the treadmill and walking out with a waterbottle open and in hand. She has a compass hanging around her neck, resting on the outside of her very native to the island shirt.

Or she should have. Once out the door, the makeshift knot on the compass string comes out, sending the compass sliding off her chest and clattering to the ground. )

Great.

( She steps forward after the compass, which... is currently rolling toward the edge of the sidewalk. Where there is a gutter.

Disaster's about three seconds away from happening, and Mia seems to finally realize it. )

Wait! Stop that compass!

bene

[mentore]

[Ezio watches it unfold, but before she could say anything, he's already darting towards the compass at a speed that is undeniably fast. Almost in the nick of time he he manages to grab the compass before it slips away.

He apologizes to a few people who he had pushed away as he returns to the woman.]

Perhaps you should take better care of your things.

[feyted]

The Initiative's things.

( She holds out a hand after a moment, contemplating the worth of saying thank you after a statement like that. )

A glorified evolving paperweight doesn't mean much outside of what they swear it might be able to do.

( Ah, but fine. She's in enough of a good mood after exercising to smile and do the right, proper, polite thing. )

Thanks for stopping it from heading down to the sewers.

action!

[bitch_is_back]

[Cities may be dangerous, but that doesn't deter this woman from walking around at night. Of course, she might want to think about such a decision, since there are a pair of men trailing her. Their intentions don't look very good, either.]

action!

[mentore]

[Even without Eagle Vision it's easy to tell those men following her are nothing but trouble. Instead of an open attack, though, he follows himself, waiting for an opportune moment. If he could dispatch the pair silently, or at least knock them out without anyone else noticing, it would be better for everyone.]

action!

[bitch_is_back]

Hey!

[One of the guys calls to Meg and she pauses to look. Neither of the men have spotted Ezio, but if he's going to take his chance, it will have to be now.]

[draconic_historian]

[This particular building had a dragon on the roof, peering over and observing Ezio's progress up the side.]

[mentore]

[It would be impossible to miss a dragon, but Ezio had somewhat hoped it was a sort of vision or at least a semi-existent presence instead of an actual dragon. In fact, he had almost assumed that. Dragons were things of books and paintings.

Time to rethink absolutely everything.

He almost feels silly, but he's compelled to ask, not without a slight growl:]

Are you going to watch me or do something else as well?

[draconic_historian]

My role here is as an observer. Please pay me no mind.

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine's watching the man in the layers of clothe and a hood who totally doesn't look suspicious -snort- jumping down from the roof of a building from one side to the other, hooking fingers onto ledges and fire escapes as he scales his way down. You got a golf clap, sir.]

Impressive.

[mentore]

[The clap and the voice causes him to stop for half a moment before continuing onto an adjacent roof. He wasn't about to have a conversation while hanging off a building.]

Grazie. I do my best.

[strategic_guile]

Oh, Italian? The first I've heard since I got here. [His Italian is fluent, but it has hints of Mexican Spanish in the inflection. He never did get rid of his accent, but it's not bad.]

[firstroar]

[and Ezio can find a dim glow emanating from one of the rooftops nearest the Hold's perimeter. the height gives Blue a different perspective – in more ways than one: if it were simple enough to describe the thoughts and feelings of sentient beings as colors or sounds, then the separation of heights gave them a different look or sound.

at least there Blue has an easier time prying himself away to think and feel for himself.

glowy albino folks, just standin' around on a roof in the dark, nbd.]

[mentore]

[Whether fortunately or unfortunately, Ezio's already had a bit of a run-in with a glowing albino person.

She was particularly judgmental.

Which, of course, only serves to pique Ezio's interest as to what exactly was causing the glow. He arrives to the same roof quickly but quietly, making sure to stay silent as he carefully steps.]

[firstroar]

[sucks for an assassin, used to being hidden and stealthy, when the one being scoped out can feel his approach simply by being focused on in the first place.

it's what turns Blue's head slowly, the rest of him following in a steady motion, opening his eyes last. the glow dims with that act.

but that's about all the initiative he takes in that moment on the outside; internally, he feels out the atmosphere the stranger brings with him. better to know whether he's facing a threat that way.]

[gevurah]

[ She's been here almost a month and in all this time, hasn't been as active as she should be. Being here just throws off her whole routine; her work-out, sleeping patterns... and she's yet to go on a proper patrol. She's taken a look around the Hold before, and the City, but Kate knows she can do better. She's supposed to.

Perhaps she can shake these dispiriting feelings with a proper work-out today. She heads toward the gym today. Despite wary thoughts and feelings, she's not about to let herself go in a place like this. She didn't spend a good chunk of her life so far training for nothing.

And she's certain she felt a presence nearby just now. She stops momentarily, looking back to see who or what it is. ]

[mentore]

[There's the briefest flash of white and red as Ezio moves to slip behind a wall. The fact that this woman stopped makes him slightly uneasy, wondering if she too noticed him, like a few others have before.

He's hoping not.]

[gamora]

[ Gamora's on the way back from the training center when she catches a glance of a familiar hooded figure. And considering that they hadn't had the chance to become formally introduced back in Russia now seemed a good time as any.

Which means placing herself in his way, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. ]

You really don't go for 'inconspicuous' do you?

[mentore]

[Oh, it's the green-skinned woman. Who continues to wear little to nothing and pays no attention to such things.

Who also could probably slice him in half from their last run-in in Russia.]

It seems my time has a different idea of such things.

[raisedbybirds]

[ 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. ]

[mentore]

[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?

[trickstermentor]

[Urahara Kisuke is taking a brisk stroll around the area of the shops, seemingly idling around the area and bothering no-one when he is, in fact, trying to scope out the possibility of a premises for himself. After all, a 'general store' is an exceedingly convenient place to pick up information from customers, whether they're aware of it or not.

That being said, after a brief excursion into one of the stores claiming to sell canned goods, he reappears carrying a very large paper bag that is almost dangerously full of cans of... something... and while he makes his way through the crowd with his vision utterly obstructed by the hefty bag in front of his face, it's notable that he has not, in fact, collided with a single person.]

[mentore]

[Ezio had only been watching the man for a few moments deftly weaving through the crowd, but it's clear he's either extremely lucky or extremely skilled.

He approaches cautiously so as to not distract him, or perhaps break the man's lucky streak.]

Do you need help?

finally tagging this monstrosity

[selfloyalty]

[Anora was never quite the sort to explore. As a child, yes, but as an adult, not so much.

But here in the Hold there wasn't much to do, and lest she wanted to sit around doing nothing she had to do something to get herself out of her blighted apartment.

She's sitting on a bench, book in hand, when something catches the corner of her eye. She spies a man scaling down a wall of a nearby building, and she looks up, raising an eyebrow.]

Surely there are easier ways to travel.

[He looks vaguely familiar, but says nothing, instead shutting her book closed with a snap.]

Unless you plan on falling to your death one of these days.

[mentore]

[He drops to ground level with particular cat-like ease, landing on all fours before straightening up and fixing his hood.]

I have no intention of doing that now or later.

[Said with a slight smirk.]