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

[mentore]

The tunnels, si? that is one way, so far.

[firstroar]

Seen enough before, but...Maybe not remembered.

[he looks back at señor fancyhood.]

Where you here when the bombs fell?

[mentore]

[Ezio nods.]

I was, yes.

[firstroar]

Did you hear it? Sounds of machines...or the feeling of something vast close-by. I did not see it. [well when you sleep through 80% of it...

he shakes his head.] I'll have no help for your search, stranger. I am sorry.

[mentore]

I heard, yes, but I did not have enough time to see what it was.

[He sighs shortly.] Thank you for the help, anyway. And who do I owe my thanks to?

[firstroar]

[nobody, really. but–] Blue.

[saying so gets him looking back at this man. all surface thought and notion, but it has an unusual character to him...]

[mentore]

Blue. [He nods in understand. A strange name, but if it's what he goes by, so be it.] A pleasure to meet you.

[firstroar]

[is it? he wonders...

but nods regardless, smiling in a strange kind of way.] You might be the first human I've met who walks the rooftops. [maybe.]

[mentore]

[Ezio shrugs. Though the use of the word human makes him wonder, considering the few other people he's met...]

And I take that you are not human.

[firstroar]

[his head bows.]

The humans of my world call my kind Mu.

[mentore]

So your kind are common enough to be known among others. Are you the only one here?

[firstroar]

[his mouth tugs a little.] No, not common. Those that know us seek our destruction. And as far as I have sensed... [his head turns, looking outward again.] I am the only one in this place.

[mentore]

And is that safer or worse for you, now that you have no one hunting you?

[firstroar]

As safe as any of the people here are for the time. But it has never been about my own safety, here or elsewhere.

[one hand lefts to settle on his chest.] I was a Soldier. Protecting my people has been my purpose for the greatest span of my life.

[not that it...matters too greatly in a place devoid of them, he thinks. not that he should be offering so much of himself to hooded strangers. that gives him pause and reason to stare at him again.]

...But what of you?

[mentore]

I was a soldier myself in my home, protecting those who needed it.

[A soldier of sorts, at leaset. There was no need to delve into the particulars of his military life.]

[firstroar]

Does that no longer apply here? For these people?

[mentore]

No, it does not change. What changes is why and how.

[firstroar]

[a beat, considering this. why and how, huh...]

Your name... Will you tell me?

[mentore]

Ezio Auditore. And yours?

[firstroar]

[withdrawing slightly, turning his head away. having to say it again makes him wary.]

Blue is the name I was given. That I still remember.

omg totally spaced out that he had already said his name so sorry /o/

[mentore]

[Ezio twists his lips a little. So he is insistent on the name...]

Of course.

NO BIGS i am guilty of doing likewise in the past

[firstroar]

[human, sure. but not a simple read. Blue stays quiet with a faintly troubled look, still uncertain, wanting to see – feel – what this Ezio does, intends to do.

ungroomed human wills: still a (kind of) new experience, given how rare a commodity it was in his reality.]

[mentore]

[Ezio eyes him for a moment, trying to measure up this stranger. The expression on the man's face signals something else it affecting him, but what Ezio cannot say. He was in no place to ask any questions of the nature.]

I hope I have not troubled you too much, messere.

[firstroar]

No. [not truly. only puzzled, perhaps. and it did spark a nagging notion...he almost doesn't ask, but.]

But if I may ask but one more question, if you are to leave.

[mentore]

Of course. What is it?