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asgardmeridiem2014-01-10 11:07 pm
sicarius) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-01-10 11:07 pm
[OPEN] When you're free to choose but the choices leave you lost
Who: Ezio and EVERYONE EVER (aka you)
What: After the past few days of arguing with Desmond, trying to talk and instead arguing/being ridiculed by Shaun, and Connor losing his temper, the Italian is in sore need of a break. To top things off, Caterina has gone missing.
When: Day 384-387
Where: ALL OVER ASGARD it's a pick your own adventure!
Rating: PG13 at best
[This is just not his week.
Ezio is tired. No, more than that. He feels exhausted, run down to the spare fumes that he carries on the long nights where he just cannot sleep, bound by nightmares and pushed by adrenaline to lengths he really should not go. He does not find himself in this predicament often, and while the sleepless nights are a common thing for him due to his line of work, this has led to him being far more weary mentally then perhaps against other difficult times.
You can find him any of these places on any day wearing this, as he'll be around quite often, trying to relieve the amount of stress suddenly thrown onto him.
What: After the past few days of arguing with Desmond, trying to talk and instead arguing/being ridiculed by Shaun, and Connor losing his temper, the Italian is in sore need of a break. To top things off, Caterina has gone missing.
When: Day 384-387
Where: ALL OVER ASGARD it's a pick your own adventure!
Rating: PG13 at best
[This is just not his week.
Ezio is tired. No, more than that. He feels exhausted, run down to the spare fumes that he carries on the long nights where he just cannot sleep, bound by nightmares and pushed by adrenaline to lengths he really should not go. He does not find himself in this predicament often, and while the sleepless nights are a common thing for him due to his line of work, this has led to him being far more weary mentally then perhaps against other difficult times.
You can find him any of these places on any day wearing this, as he'll be around quite often, trying to relieve the amount of stress suddenly thrown onto him.
ODIN; A NEEDLE IN A HAYSTACK: It's been a long day and it's not even halfway through, but Ezio all the same can be found plopped in a chair in a corner of the shop, rubbing his face with his hands and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks terrible, his age beginning to show with the greys in his hair- limited though they are, they're still visible- and he sighs, closing his eyes and trying to think. The Italian doesn't look unapproachable, in fact, he would actually appreciate some company. Goodness knows he needs something positive rather than negative these days.
SIGYN; ROOFTOPS/WELCOME HALL: Free running is something he does just as easy as breathing, and so it's no surprise to find him flying above, with everyone else down below. In a sense, it is freeing, just as flight can be to a bird, or water for a fish. He crosses the rooftops, makes his way across the district and perches on ledges, eying the ash-ridden horizon with weary eyes. There's no particular destination he has in mind, and so it's a rather aimless wandering on his behalf.
The Welcome Hall, however, he decides to visit if only for a little nostalgia. He has no intent on going anywhere further than the main hall, as he doesn't want to run into certain family members if they don't want to see him. The interior is warmer and more welcoming than the outside, and he doesn't seem to be looking for anyone. Still, conversation is not something he'll turn down.
OTHER; STREETS: At times he is easy to spot, a tall Italian among the crowds and making his way through them with remarkable ease, hands gently pushing people aside, as if he knows just exactly where to touch to get them to move. Sometimes he sits on a bench, watching the crowds pass by, eyes alert and silently making note of everyone he sees. But perhaps the interesting thing about him is that he is far easier to lose and disappear completely from the eye, rather than to follow. He blends in groups of people, becomes hidden in the most open ends of the street- you would think a man of his height would stand out, but he doesn't. Carefully trained eyes will spot him blending, but for what purpose... well. He can't get rusty on his own skills, now can he?]
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Well, no offense, but I'm not going to wait for you to show up every time I want to practice.
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No no, piccina. Not every time. But I am around often. If I spot you, I will watch and aid where I can.
[Humor though it may be, he is serious. She is young and therefore he will do what he can to assist her.]
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What's that word mean?
[He keeps calling her this thing and she doesn't even know what 'Italian' is.]
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[Ezio pauses, moving his hands to emphasize.]
"Little one." It is Italian.
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What's Italian?
[No, really.]
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Italian is the language of my home, Italy.
[The Italian looks to the horizon, then back to her.]
Your world does not have an "Italy," does it?
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It might. They never taught us anything about what the world looks like. And if it does, I don't know if anyone lives there anymore.
[There's clear frustration there, even though she tries to keep it down. But she knows now just how much she didn't know at home - how much they weren't told and weren't supposed to ask about. Even the city she lived in was just "the city". Nobody called it by name.]