asgardmeridiem | 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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Seven hand-holds in, he realizes his mistake. He only notices the other fully when their hand is suddenly stretched outwards towards him. His eyes narrow. This is bad-- he'd thought that the presence was a casual observer, but it seems that they were still lingering around.

He actually contemplates running-- but he's wary, mostly because from that person's words, he sounds as though he's a frequent traveler of rooftops. On top of that, Kanone's ankle still has yet to fully heal from his last excursion-- he figures that he'll probably sprain it again if he drops down from this distance. You can practically see his eyes calculating his different options, before he settles on one with a sigh.

He takes the other person's hand, since there's no point in not taking advantage of a perfectly good hand-hold, and pulls himself up onto the rooftop gracefully. "I could say the same thing." And he says this cautiously, even as he surveys the other with golden, slitted eyes. There's a bit of a smile here, though.

"Which means if you were looking to socialize, you're probably looking in the wrong place-- right?"

His eyes are interesting- they're the first thing the assassin notices when he sees the boy's face for the first time. He's never seen them that color before.

But then the boy's words snap him back into place, and he can't help but chuckle a little. "Si, I would be rather terrible if I thought this was a way to have a social gathering. Though it would make for some interesting talk."

It's different to find others like him, exploring via rooftop, climbing walls just like he does. And while most would say it's unsettling, Ezio knows better, because they are not taught in the style that he is. He's thankful for that, really.

He notes the other's language, even if his own knowledge of language isn't particularly impressive. It sounds Latin. Spanish? Italian? He files it away for later perusal, and clasps his hands behind his back in an unassuming manner.

"Interesting talk, huh. I'm sure there are better conversation-starters than roof-top trawling." He says this in a light manner, gauging the distance between himself and the other man as he does so. While he is understandably wary, the gesture itself is more out of habit than anything else. Military and anti-assassin training comes to him like instinct. He measures the distance, and considers it.

"Thank you for the hand, by the way."

He notes the distance, but doesn't speak about it. Doing so would make the boy more uncomfortable, and seeing how prone he is to wanting to run, Ezio knows that confronting the issue is not going to make things easier.

"Prego. I am glad to see I am not the only one who treasures using the rooftops to get to their destinations." There is a nod at this, the assassin understanding and realizing that not only in his time and world, but in other places as well, there are many similarities.

He actually relaxes imperceptibly at this-- when no further sudden movements arise. The nod, too, is affirmation. Maybe this could just be a regular conversation after all. Those are always good.

"Are you heading to your usual destination, then?" There's genuine curiosity, as well as a good deal of information collecting behind his words. If this person also treasures rooftop-trawling... where does he usually head?

There is a chuckle at his question, Ezio's eyes bright and amused.

"Si. It is nothing unusual, but several of us are joining together to make a business here. We are hoping it will give us something to do, in the times we are not being attacked." It will also serve another purpose, but Malik will have his head if he ever spoke of it. The maestro knows better, at least.

The other man's actions, he notes, are open and honest. He blinks at the mention of a 'business'. Well, that's suitably vague-- he figures that he could pry, and get to the bottom of this, but then again, he's not too partial towards throwing rocks at a glass house when he knows his own glass house is pretty much in the same precarious position.

Still, though, he's curious. "What sort of a business is it? The only sort that I can think of that employs rooftop trawling is maybe a delivery business. Or handymen?"

That gets a laugh from the man. "It's a general store, one that offers a bunch of things in a relatively small place. Courier services are among those."

It's interesting to see how much is being asked, yet also being held back at the same time. Ezio notes it, but doesn't say anything. Everyone had secrets.

It's a strange sort of dance-- boundaries scattered all over. How much can be probed? How much should be revealed? He clasps his hands behind his back, and settles in for the long haul.

"Courier via rooftops. It almost sounds a bit romantic." Like something out of a novella. "But in a city like this, it might just have potential. You don't suppose the service would accept couriering volatile substances?"

Ezio actually blinks at that, a bit unsure as to what Kanone is implying. Being from the Renaissance, the most harmful thing to carry to someone was a weapon, or poison. They won't exactly agree to doing it, he knows this for certain.

"We would have to know what exactly it is, and what it does, before it is sent, if that is what you are asking. If it is dangerous, we will take the necessary measures that are needed to be done."

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