TIP TOE THROUGH THE TULIPS--
Who: Ezio Auditore || Aerith Gainsborough
What: Going to chill at Aerith's Place of Solace.
Where: Uh...Aerith's place of Solace.
When: Daaaaaaaaay.
Warnings: Nooooooone.
Ezio knew there were plenty of other things he could be doing right then: waiting for the instructions from Tony, observing people on the network as they spoke so nonchalantly about their plans for escape, or their acceptance that they were indeed stuck here like everyone else. He felt useless sitting around though, and as per usual found a reasonable excuse to escape the silent hell that was his room, ignoring the mirror he had shattered not once, but twice after seeing the images reflecting back at him so tauntingly. The Italian assassin had time to spare before he infiltrated the castle and planted the strange devices that had been given to him, and with Krypta obviously out of commission he had planned to do it alone now.
He needed time to think, time to unwind. He had been on edge ever since his arrival. Due to meeting witches, ancestors he assumed long since dead and descendants that knew things about his life, he felt he deserved at least a few minutes of rest. Visiting Aerith's church seemed like a good enough excuse to him, if only so he would be in the company of someone that knew nothing of his life, nothing of his occupation and nothing about magical artifacts and templars. She seemed nice enough and he may or may not have felt a bit bad that her friend had left her alone in such a city, especially considering the implications of there being nothing left for her to go back to in her world.
That, and he could always scope out for a new hiding place.
It didn't take him long to find the church, one that was more worn down than he expected. He realised then that he hadn't actually been inside a Church for quite some time. Seeing as denouncing ones faith left them less inclined to visit every Sunday. He opened the door slowly, venturing in and making sure she heard his footfalls as he stepped through the pews and toward the patch of flowers she was standing by. Odd. When she said she grew flowers at the church, he did not expect them to be inside.
"I hope I am not interrupting." he offered after a moment, slowly tugging the mask from his face as if it was the biggest annoyance in the world.
What: Going to chill at Aerith's Place of Solace.
Where: Uh...Aerith's place of Solace.
When: Daaaaaaaaay.
Warnings: Nooooooone.
Ezio knew there were plenty of other things he could be doing right then: waiting for the instructions from Tony, observing people on the network as they spoke so nonchalantly about their plans for escape, or their acceptance that they were indeed stuck here like everyone else. He felt useless sitting around though, and as per usual found a reasonable excuse to escape the silent hell that was his room, ignoring the mirror he had shattered not once, but twice after seeing the images reflecting back at him so tauntingly. The Italian assassin had time to spare before he infiltrated the castle and planted the strange devices that had been given to him, and with Krypta obviously out of commission he had planned to do it alone now.
He needed time to think, time to unwind. He had been on edge ever since his arrival. Due to meeting witches, ancestors he assumed long since dead and descendants that knew things about his life, he felt he deserved at least a few minutes of rest. Visiting Aerith's church seemed like a good enough excuse to him, if only so he would be in the company of someone that knew nothing of his life, nothing of his occupation and nothing about magical artifacts and templars. She seemed nice enough and he may or may not have felt a bit bad that her friend had left her alone in such a city, especially considering the implications of there being nothing left for her to go back to in her world.
That, and he could always scope out for a new hiding place.
It didn't take him long to find the church, one that was more worn down than he expected. He realised then that he hadn't actually been inside a Church for quite some time. Seeing as denouncing ones faith left them less inclined to visit every Sunday. He opened the door slowly, venturing in and making sure she heard his footfalls as he stepped through the pews and toward the patch of flowers she was standing by. Odd. When she said she grew flowers at the church, he did not expect them to be inside.
"I hope I am not interrupting." he offered after a moment, slowly tugging the mask from his face as if it was the biggest annoyance in the world.