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asgardmeridiem2014-05-12 02:38 pm
sicarius) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-05-12 02:38 pm
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[OPEN] Everyone wants to be like me
Who: Ezio and YOU
What: With Ygdrassil falling apart, loss of memories aren't the only thing that's being messed with. Alignment switches might just end up happening too.
When: Day 447 onwards
Where: Odin at first, then all around
Rating: PG-13 cause lmao Templar Ezio 8'|
[A. BUREAU The morning starts as it usually does, sun rising over the horizon and a group of hooded figures running over the rooftops of the city. Despite the worrisome problems that have been arising within Asgard, it's important that training continue. If there isn't some semblance of normalcy somewhere, then it will be that much more difficult to keep anything organized.
The morning run goes uninterrupted, though the Italian has a feeling he's forgetting something important as the hours stretch into day. About home. After a shower and quick change, he settles down at the desk to work on papers, writing out schedules and other observations for the day. No sooner does he do this than promptly fall asleep, head to the desk with a light thud, out like a light.
And then wakes up again with a slight jump, eyes blinking almost as if he's entirely uncertain where he is. Which is now partially true.
The man who fell asleep is no longer the man who woke up. Ezio Auditore, the great Italian Mentor and head of the Italian Assassins during Renaissance Italy has now become Ezio Auditore, Grandmaster of the Templars and Ruler of Italy. The way he pauses and looks over the room almost makes it look as if he's seeing it for the first time. He's in the Assassin Bureau, a Templar lodged right into the fray of his enemy's home, and apparently this is... normal? No alarms have been raised, no anger thrown, it's as if he's supposed to be in here.
Ridiculous. Though he supposes it wouldn't hurt to look over things while he's here.
B. SHOP He's kept the illusion that everything's fine, and done what he can to help people. Which is actually pleasant, though perhaps not as close to others as he normally would be. He avoids talking excessively, but will chat if prompted. Ezio's whole demeanor is far more professional and cold, in a sense. It could be contributed to whatever's going on with what everyone else is feeling, but the Italian knows better. Come, keep him company. He's still incredibly good with his words.
C. ELSEWHERE Traveling through the city isn't a new thing for him- nothing's changed that he recalls, he simply seems to be placed in an alternate version of Asgard, somehow. One in which is ruled by Assassins rather than Templars. A shame. Asgard has such potential- and his enemies have already squandered it with the ideals of freedom over order, chaos over lawfulness. He simply walks along with others, sometimes disappearing out of sight, other times choosing to pull away and climb to the rooftops and travel that way.
He needs to find some place to go. One away from Assassin eyes and ears. This charade can only last so long, and he's certain a few of the members of the other order have noticed at least something odd about him.]
What: With Ygdrassil falling apart, loss of memories aren't the only thing that's being messed with. Alignment switches might just end up happening too.
When: Day 447 onwards
Where: Odin at first, then all around
Rating: PG-13 cause lmao Templar Ezio 8'|
[A. BUREAU The morning starts as it usually does, sun rising over the horizon and a group of hooded figures running over the rooftops of the city. Despite the worrisome problems that have been arising within Asgard, it's important that training continue. If there isn't some semblance of normalcy somewhere, then it will be that much more difficult to keep anything organized.
The morning run goes uninterrupted, though the Italian has a feeling he's forgetting something important as the hours stretch into day. About home. After a shower and quick change, he settles down at the desk to work on papers, writing out schedules and other observations for the day. No sooner does he do this than promptly fall asleep, head to the desk with a light thud, out like a light.
And then wakes up again with a slight jump, eyes blinking almost as if he's entirely uncertain where he is. Which is now partially true.
The man who fell asleep is no longer the man who woke up. Ezio Auditore, the great Italian Mentor and head of the Italian Assassins during Renaissance Italy has now become Ezio Auditore, Grandmaster of the Templars and Ruler of Italy. The way he pauses and looks over the room almost makes it look as if he's seeing it for the first time. He's in the Assassin Bureau, a Templar lodged right into the fray of his enemy's home, and apparently this is... normal? No alarms have been raised, no anger thrown, it's as if he's supposed to be in here.
Ridiculous. Though he supposes it wouldn't hurt to look over things while he's here.
B. SHOP He's kept the illusion that everything's fine, and done what he can to help people. Which is actually pleasant, though perhaps not as close to others as he normally would be. He avoids talking excessively, but will chat if prompted. Ezio's whole demeanor is far more professional and cold, in a sense. It could be contributed to whatever's going on with what everyone else is feeling, but the Italian knows better. Come, keep him company. He's still incredibly good with his words.
C. ELSEWHERE Traveling through the city isn't a new thing for him- nothing's changed that he recalls, he simply seems to be placed in an alternate version of Asgard, somehow. One in which is ruled by Assassins rather than Templars. A shame. Asgard has such potential- and his enemies have already squandered it with the ideals of freedom over order, chaos over lawfulness. He simply walks along with others, sometimes disappearing out of sight, other times choosing to pull away and climb to the rooftops and travel that way.
He needs to find some place to go. One away from Assassin eyes and ears. This charade can only last so long, and he's certain a few of the members of the other order have noticed at least something odd about him.]
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Not quite. But I thank you, Connor.
[His eyes dart around the room again, hands reshuffling the books within the bookcase, and silently continues on his way.
...That's a little odd for a man who's so chatty, normally. Maybe he's sick?]
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Are you well, mentor? You are not yourself.
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I am fine, but... [There is hesitance here, a part he plays well.] I cannot remember where anything goes or is placed within the Bureau.
[Memory loss seems to be a common happening now, whether it is a small thing or something more. He might as well pretend there is something off, if only to give the other a reason for his "differences."
Now let's just hope he won't dote on him for too long.]
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On the other hand, if Ezio forgets more, it might be better to have him out of the Bureau...]
Perhaps you should go down to the shop and have some tea. I will straighten things up in here, and it will be easier for you when you return to find things.
[...Yes. That seems best. A compromise between the two options.]
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If he really wanted to come back up, he could, he supposes. Or just climb in through the open rooftop during the night. Whichever works for the Templar.]
Grazie, Connor. That makes this easier for the both of us, I believe.
[Luckily, he knows how to get out- that much hasn't changed from the Templar hold back in his Asgard. Downstairs isn't much of an issue either, other than the constant re-greetings he has by who he believes are the novices of the group. Everyone's attitude here is far lighter and far more careless than back home.
Naturally, after a bit of exploring in the kitchen, Ezio settles into the store room in the back, a cup of tea with him, but obviously untouched. He's there to settle things in his mind, to make a plan and what steps he must take in order to act them out.
He has to be careful, though. There are Assassins crawling everywhere.]