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OPEN; Whereas birds might have wings-

Who: Ezio and ANYONE
What: The maestro is feeling restless since the ice fairies, and needs some time outside. He'll be parkouring around the city, so feel free to set up locations in the subject lines! Also, if you call out to him, he might just stop and talk to you. c: Maybe even teach a little parkour (if you're nice and won't use it for the wrong purpose).
When: Now
Where: Alllll over, see above.
Rating: PG? Maybe PG-13. iiiiidk

It wasn't often that Ezio found himself bored these days. Between the weirdness of the battles here, the working of a potential business with Malik and Altaïr, running across Desmond, and just learning about modern things, he usually had his hands full. But today, he was restless, wanting to be out in the open for no reason other than to just... be there. It was funny, he usually spent his time always running across the city rooftops, and was so used to doing so, it was as if he'd become claustrophobic in settling into Asgard.

So, needing to get out of Sigyn, he ventured upwards, watching the faceless down below. His assassin attire was put away in favor of something more casual, something that didn't need to raise suspicion. At least, not yet.

He had so many things still to see here, districts to explore. Why not use now as an opportunity to do so? Raising his head, he leapt onto another rooftop, making his way across the city, and hopefully finding something of interest.

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Kate hasn't really had a chance to relax since arriving, what with arriving in the middle of the ice fairies and then looking for familiar faces. She'd gotten frustrated in her failure, and there was no better way to relieve stress than shooting things. And so she stands on a rooftop overlooking a courtyard, shooting leaves off trees, quickly notching another arrow and shooting the leaves as they fall.

She's in the middle of her next set, breathing deeply as she looks down the arrow before something catches her eye and she spins around to bring the bow swiftly back up, arrow pointing at the man approaching over the rooftops.

He had seen her off in the distance, and was curious- most women, if they fought, were not the type to fight with arrows, but something close and personal. A stiletto, a dagger, a knife- these things made more sense, they were more deadly because the target was unsuspecting to the woman's wiles.

But as he approaches he notices her turn, and in doing so, point back at him.

"Ah, aspetta, aspetta!" Ezio raises his hands as he sees her raise her arrow, well aware that she could fire any moment. "I do not mean harm, bella, I am just merely exploring."

Seriously, he's already been shot by too many arrows in his lifetime and he would really like to avoid being hit yet again by one. Besides, that's all he's doing for now, just getting to know his entire surroundings better overall.

Edited (hrghghg need to read everything first self lmao) 2012-02-27 06:09 (UTC)

He's surprised her, and it's only through training with the other Young Avengers that her reflexes are good enough to stop her fingers from releasing, even though her instincts scream at her for letting herself get so distracted that she didn't notice his approach until so late. She slides the arrow back into the quiver on her back, hugging the bow to herself.

"Sorry about that - you sort of startled me." There are times she's glad of her prestigious private school education, and while his meaning would be easy enough to discern without it, it brings a wry smile to her face to know she understood perfectly. She refrains from replying in Italian; there's no need for him to know she understands, not yet anyways.

"I didn't expect to see anyone travelling by rooftop; I was expecting to be alone up here for a while."

A grin forms and he nods, gesturing. "Mi dispiace, I did not mean to cause you alarm." Though then he gives a nod and points out the obvious. "You are quite skilled with that, however. I would not want to be on the receiving end of it."

It's a compliment from an assassin, Kate. You should be very proud.

But he understands how she wasn't used to seeing people up here. So, he nods and explains. "I am very used to traveling this way- it was how I got from place to place back home." Of course, he leaves out the whole 'killing people' part, because the Creed is not something he wants to break.

She nods, accepting the compliment with a grin and a, "It would be pretty tough to get out. Plus blood stains like a bitch." Let's not get into how many costumes have been ruined by bloodstains - there are happier topics of conversation.

Like the fact that he travels by rooftop. She's used to it as well - chasing super villains on foot through New York crowds is pretty tough, plus she's usually already occupying the high vantage point. Though it is surprising to her that a civilian would choose to travel that way, and her eyebrow arches. "It's an unusual route to take - good for keeping an eye on people. And their actions." She suspects he's in a similar line of work as herself - he isn't setting off any warning bells, so at least someone who doesn't take joy in being bad.

"It tends to find ways to make us all unhappy." Ezio is merely agreing with her at this. He's been shot so many times and had to have his armor repaired consistently, so he's lost count over the years.

But he laughs at her words, acting as if she's merely suggesting something he doesn't already know about. "I prefer the view. It is less crowded up here, after all, and I do not have to worry about bumping into someone by accident."

He is, in a sense. While he's not superhero, he works for the people, being an assassin and doing what he must to enact justice.

His first comment hits hard, and she blinks quickly, covering for herself. His tone made it clear he was just playing along with her response, but it still reminded her of the battles she'd fought, the blood spilled of friends and friends-turned-foe. Unhappy indeed. If he's ~~got eagle vision enabled~~ watching closely, he may see her hands tighten around her bow before she forces a grin that relaxes into something more natural.

"It is nice to get a high vantage point. Things look different when you look at them from above - less complicated. Plus, as you said, fewer people to get in your way."

~~dude he wants his eagle vision back so badly~~ Fortunately for Ezio, he's always been one who can read people pretty easily. But he's also a gentleman, and while he does notice the slight tightening of her hands, he doesn't mention it. That would be rude, especially to someone who is uncomfortable, let alone a woman.

"Si, and no one notices you are up here, unless you happen to make noise as you go." There's a slight grin at this, Ezio remembering the times he ran across the city's skyline and made quite a racket in his earlier pre-assassin days.

~~poor baby~~ The fact that he couldn't have missed her tension but chose not to comment on it makes her relax even further, hating herself for the slight show of vulnerability, but raising her opinion of him. So her grin widens wryly and her grip on the bow loosens.

"And even then, they'd often rather attribute the noise to something else than think that someone would be crazy enough to be up here." Oh New Yorkers. Though it definitely made it easier to travel by rooftop to know that most people would rather duck their heads and keep on their way than acknowledge something was wrong.

"Or they stare at you with confusion as you climb, then forget about you as soon as you disappear. It's quite useful." It sounds as if he's speaking from experience there, but who can tell with that smile on his face?

"There are others I encounter along the way, on the rooftops- but I can easily avoid them." He leaves off the mentioning of 'by killing them,' because really, that wouldn't look good in anyone's eyes. But regardless, Ezio enjoys talking with her, since she seems interesting and doesn't immediately chastise him for venturing upwards beyond human sight.

Kate lets out a short laugh, a little surprised at herself for doing so. "Exactly! Out of sight, out of mind, and no one's the wiser." She's having fun with the tongue-in-cheek back and forth, with neither of them outright admitting to having needed to hide while travelling on the high road, so to speak, but the implication there.

Though the reference to others on the rooftops makes her curious. "Did you have rooftop communities in your world? Thankfully back home, except for a few, the rooftops were fairly empty. And packed close enough that travelling wasn't hard." Anyone you'd encounter would either be another super, hero or villain. Even the parkour enthusiasts stayed on the lower roofs. It was a good place to escape, sit and watch the city.

"Rooftop communities?" Ezio, of course, pauses at this. "Not exactly- the rooftops were often inhabited by thieves and guards. Such is what happens when the Church became more enforced in its control on Italia." He enjoys talking to her, if only for the reason that they both have something to relate to, to understand. He doesn't meet many who enjoy the heights as he does.

"Cerca, I am probably not from your time, however." Nodding his head at her outfit, he chuckles a little. It's so intriguing to discover just how the future looks, compared to his own time. So many new lands, so many new inventions... he knows at least Leonardo is having a field day here.

Raising an eyebrow at his chuckle and nod, she looks down and plucks slightly at her outfit, her choice of leather so different from his own. Oh how times change. "I guessed as much, from the clothes, as well as your manners." Taking into account his comment about the Church exerting control over Italy and his style of dress, the rest is simple. "I'd guess you're from the Renaissance, putting you somewhere about 600 years behind my time." There's that flawless private education again; if only her teachers could see her now.

"Though I do have to say, of all the places to put people plucked from various times, this is a pretty good mix of present and past." She pauses to let the scarf she'd been toying with fall from her fingers and look up at him with a smirk. "Lots of good rooftops to travel by and perch on."

"Very good, bella. Correct, back home it has just turned over a new year, to 1499." The fact that she can so easily tell where he's from earns her some respect in his eyes. But it wasn't like she had none to begin with, he's impressed by her skills and knowledge already. Unless they were a noble, most women did not receive such a high education, and the fact that she carries a weapon that requires skill and grace is another thing he notes in the back of his mind.

But her mentioning of Asgard being a mix has him grinning, if only slightly. "I will admit, I am not used to all the modern things found here. It confuses me more often than not."

She grins, pleased at being correct, as well as in answer to his own grin. "There really are all sorts here; it's been quite the experience." And that's coming from someone who has fought alien invasions, helped saved the world, and was friends with gods back home.

"Well, if you ever need anyone to help explain, I wouldn't mind. You seem like a good person, and smart enough that it shouldn't take you too long to figure things out with a little tutorial. Besides, us rooftop dwellers need to look out for one another." She hasn't had many chances to joke or smile since coming here, so she's relishing in being able to relax a little bit.

Her offer of assistance is greeted with a light in his eyes, and he brightens just a bit.

"That would be wonderful. I cannot tell you how difficult it is to try and understand everything that is not from my time." Truth be told, the microwave still fascinated him, as did the television, but in not really understanding what they did, he had left them alone for now. Maybe just having assistance in those would possibly help him to get around easier- and even being able to explain it to Leonardo could help make some interesting concepts.

"The world's changed a lot since you time. Hell, the world's changed a lot in the past ten years. I can't imagine what it must be like to be thrown into a different time." Though she likes to think that she'd take it well. Even growing up soaked in technology, she's resourceful.

"Just let me know what you need help with, and I'll do what I can. What house are you in?" It'll be good to have people to talk to - with all the excitement she'd arrived to, there hadn't been time to sort through people to find friends.

"Ah, Sigyn. It is quite different, but not unlike home." There is a smile at this, Ezio remembering the rooftops and closeness of the homes back in Florence, and how Sigyn somewhat resembles it.

"It may help to know each other's names, bella. I don't imagine many would know who we're talking about, let alone try to understand why we are up here, instead of below."

She flushes, just a bit, at her bad manners. Even if it is more training and years of being wary with her identity that kept her mouth shut. She slings the bow over her shoulder finally and extends her hand. "I'm Kate. Kate Bishop." Even if there's no real need for secret identities here, there's still a small twinge as she puts her name out. But Ezio seems trustworthy, so her hand doesn't waver. "People rarely understand what they consider different, but that doesn't tend to bother me. You've got to do what feels right, and if that means traversing by rooftop, then they can deal with it."

She smiles, just a touch, and waves a hand. "I'm in Heimdall, which is pretty different from home. Though not too far from Sigyn."

He gently takes her hand as she extends it, giving it a kiss before letting it go. Italian men and their Renaissance, really.

"Ezio. Ezio Auditore. A pleasure."

He understands her words, and can nod and appreciate the sentiment given with them. Kate is one of the few he thinks understands why he does what he does- at least, traveling wise, and it's always good to have someone who not only supports, but also encourages it. His uncle was another, of course, but Mario was not here, so the comfort in strangers watching out for him is oddly welcoming, despite the circumstances.

She's take aback at the kiss; she definitely wasn't expecting it, even knowing he was from the Renaissance. But she really should've expected it.

Even so, she finds herself nodding her head slightly. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Ezio."

She means it, even if it has become hard for her to instantly trust people these days. A civil war splitting friends tends to do that. But here is not there, and there's something about having someone understand the need to be up above the hustle and bustle of the rest of the crowd, to be able to watch without being seen, that sets her more at ease. And so she smiles.

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OPEN; Whereas birds might have wings-

somewhere near Heimdall

hover over the italian for translations~

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