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Who: Ezio Auditore and everyone.
What: Parkouring all over the universe.
Where: The roofs of Promenade
When: Day
Warnings: Swearing probably? Idk. it's Ezio. Also you can use action brackets if you want to, I just write in prose most of the time.
Ezio had been back for a while now, but he had kept himself quiet, watching the network and pretending that he was gone from the city. He hid away in his room, looking at that mirror that showed the world he had just come from. He was so close to getting the apple back, so close to finishing what Cesare had started. He could be grateful, at the very least, that he had rescued Caterina and gotten her to safety. That was it though. There were so many people that needed him back home and this place just kept dragging him back and tormenting him.
Finally, now that he had run out of things to stare at and being entirely sick and tired of the network in general, Ezio ventured out of his room through the window and scaled up along the wall of the housing building. His mask was currently resting on his hip, clacking against the sword there as he started running across the rooftops.
For anyone that may be out and about today, should they happen to look up, they would see the white-clad assassin jumping from building to building, the only sounds he makes being either the clicking of his boots against the shingles or the low grunts when he lands a bit too hard. Occasionally he stops at the edge of a building, staring down at the people below and then jumping without even the slightest hint of fear. At some point he may just roll down in front of someone and then take off running again. He doesn't know where he's going, but he sure looks determined.
What: Parkouring all over the universe.
Where: The roofs of Promenade
When: Day
Warnings: Swearing probably? Idk. it's Ezio. Also you can use action brackets if you want to, I just write in prose most of the time.
Ezio had been back for a while now, but he had kept himself quiet, watching the network and pretending that he was gone from the city. He hid away in his room, looking at that mirror that showed the world he had just come from. He was so close to getting the apple back, so close to finishing what Cesare had started. He could be grateful, at the very least, that he had rescued Caterina and gotten her to safety. That was it though. There were so many people that needed him back home and this place just kept dragging him back and tormenting him.
Finally, now that he had run out of things to stare at and being entirely sick and tired of the network in general, Ezio ventured out of his room through the window and scaled up along the wall of the housing building. His mask was currently resting on his hip, clacking against the sword there as he started running across the rooftops.
For anyone that may be out and about today, should they happen to look up, they would see the white-clad assassin jumping from building to building, the only sounds he makes being either the clicking of his boots against the shingles or the low grunts when he lands a bit too hard. Occasionally he stops at the edge of a building, staring down at the people below and then jumping without even the slightest hint of fear. At some point he may just roll down in front of someone and then take off running again. He doesn't know where he's going, but he sure looks determined.