[Her hood is pulled low as she walks through a darkened street, press of the crowd around her as she pushes her way past men with heavy boxes and ladies with long dresses that sweep across dirty ground. She blends with the crowd and they are none the wiser as to who moves through them, not even the guards, resplendent in their bright armour, ( Read more... )

[Mahalia cups the mirror with both hands as she talks, looking earnest and worried.]Fela? Can you see this? You might not remember, but my name is Mahalia, and I'm your sister ( Read more... )

[There's a grunt, muffled as much as can be and the thwump of a body clad in robes joined by the metallic rattle of weapons as Ezio rolls to take the impact out of the fall following her jump. It is hard to ignore any sort of pull to home and while Rome is not a true home, she has been settled there, working and training and striking at her ( Read more... )

( voice. )

[There's no video feed at first, just a few plaintive meows and the muffled sound of a girl's voice:] Wait, can you tell me where--

--at least the basketball court? Hold on--fine, leave! I'll find them myself. Stupid cat.

( video. )

[The Vine blooms. It pans in to a sleeve of a dark blue jacket, and then a hand with a silver ring ( Read more... )

[The Vine slithers in to show a somewhat empty apartment. The only remains are a coffee table, a couch, and what looks like the light breaks of a curtain and the shadow of a bed in another room not far off. It's unclear whose apartment this is, but it's obvious where it is ( Read more... )

( There's a woman coming into view via one of the mirrors. Not too tall, pretty thin, all but drowning in a baggy camo jacket with more pockets that could surely be useful. She's almost got a fragile look to her, the curl to her shoulders and how very pale her skin is. For all that, though, she's curious; turning over leaves and inspecting the Vine ( Read more... )

[Kuja is dressed in her usual garb, and the tail which was evident when she first arrived seems to have disappeared. She offers the Vine a bow. It is a bow without a particularly respectful air, more a dramatic gesture than anything else.]Now that I have been here for some few days, I've decided to make the attempt to discover whether there are ( Read more... )

[She wakes with a groan, rubbing her head as she curses under her breath, a fluent stream of Italian.]

Di tutte le cose dannatamente... [And then a folding of her arms across her chest - where the hell did her bindings go - as she plucks at the dress. She does manage an annoyed smirk and a roll of the eyes as she takes note of it before spying the ( Read more... )