i want you here (open)

[jemerite]

Characters: jemerite and You (open)
Date: July 17th
Summary: He can't do this to her.
Warnings: Zinc's world is vaguely offensive in its necrophilia? Her narrative can be kind of gory. She thinks about killing things, a lot.

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[nelsangue]

After decades of training, of being on high alert lest she wind up with guards bearing down on her, Ezio's ears pick up the commotion and her urge to help and to aid has her heading in the direction of the shouts, quiet thump of her feet and rattle of her weapons as she approaches. Her hands are held out in a placating manner; some she has come across who need aid, when in such a state, are likely to lash out and she would rather not have to get physical if she can help it.

"Calma, calma," she says, peering from beneath the pointed cowl of her robe, "I do not believe the cat is the one who is deserving of your anger signorina. Is there anything I can do?"

[[ooc: Calma - calm down, signorina - miss.]]

[jemerite]

This one is human, she knows it, she can smell it, can smell the steel and the leather as well. There is something enticing to both and Zinc's wailing lowers to a quieter murmur of despairing rage as she hunches down into herself, wary and looking exceedingly inhuman in her animal fear.

The woman--(she can smell it)--says something to her in Italian, and it is easy enough to understand, she is not that stupid, not yet.

"Town. I need to go back."

[nelsangue]

Ezio steps past the cat - she's not overly fond of the snotty little things anyway - and keeps herself at arms length just to be on the safe side. Waking up here was an odd experience to her and this girl reminds her of those she has overheard in Rome and other cities with a Templar sway.

"Mi dispiace but I do not believe that leaving the gardens to return to whatever town you must get to is any easy or simple task. I am Ezio Auditore, do you have a name madonna?" A hand reaches out, hovers because not everyone is good with touch, as Ezio has learned but she is tactile usually when she's soothing people be they young boys who fear losing a mother, a man who has lost a wife to the gallows or a courtesan who fears one of her friends poisoned at the hands of a doctor. Still, caution will win out with her when she is removed from her element and it will take another few months before she is fully comfortable as herself here in these gardens.

[jemerite]

"Mi dispiace..." she repeats this distractedly, her mind unraveling it. She enjoys puzzles, and if she were in a better state of mind she would pester Ezio to say more for her. Her brow furrows as she moves on to assessing the rest, that she cannot leave, that she cannot return to town. She notices the hovering hand and stares at it warily, but doesn't flinch.

"What do you mean. Cannot leave?"

[nelsangue]

"It is an apology," she explains, still so used to speaking her own language and being understood first time around that she was having a hard time remembering that here. "I know that this must be upsetting as it is for all of us," perhaps moreso, she has not heard this level of screaming yet even if her time here has been limited, "but a reaction like that...it will not help anyone or yourself any further."

She sighs and adjusts her stance so it's more comfortable, the way she would if she was tracking a target. "These gardens do not seem to have a normal way out and I do not believe that the queen to bring us here would be inclined to let us go so easily."

[jemerite]

Zinc's curiosity piques further, relaxing unfurling from her huddled and aggressive position.

"All of us?" This woman was no Reanimate, if there were others, if this was something familiar to them, then perhaps she'd been wrong. Perhaps Barbet hadn't abandoned her, god she hopes that she was wrong.

"I thought... he'd left me here. To die." She wouldn't starve, she would weaken and deteriorate until her body could no longer hold itself together.

[nelsangue]

"I do not know how many people there are in the gardens but I would hazard that it is no small number. Nowhere near as many occupants as a town or a city but there are many." She gives a hint of a smile then, annoyance flickering at the edges because so much of her life has been out of her hands already that being here does not please her, even if the respite is something she knows better than to take for granted when she has so little of it normally. "I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze, I can help you if I can."

The next words she hears make her frown; she does not like the sound of this, it sounds like men she has hunted through cities who take from the people, who abuse those that are weaker than them and whatever smile was on her face fell away at that.

"Who left you? Who would do something like that?"

[jemerite]

Zinc shakes her head slowly. "He wouldn't..." She says this distractedly, fully processing the idea that there are others who have been taken like her. This one says she will help her, and Zinc didn't even have to ask. That is a relief to her pride, something which has been sorely abused since she took that bullet. She'd died smirking at Isaac Crew, she'd woken up again trembling and screaming. And it was Barbet's fault.

"Barbet wouldn't leave me." She brushes a strand of her hair delicately behind her ear before she looks back up at Ezio with her brown eyes. She offers out her hand, hoping for help back to her feet. She can stand on her own, but it would be an awkward and graceless process. "Have you... really come from Firenze?"

She swings much too easily between her emotions, but for now she is calming down, she takes the time to pronounce her words carefully. It's a bit slow, methodical, but she would prefer to be clear.

[nelsangue]

"It may be that he had no choice in matters if it is merely here then," she might still have doubts having seen the worst of human nature throughout her life but this queen does not seem to give much say in wrenching them away from their lives.

"Not exactly; I was in Roma before but Firenze is the place I lived when I was young. It is still home." Even if returning is impossible now - she has not been there since she had to regain the Apple and stop Savanarola, fifteen years ago now if memory serves her correctly. "You know of it though?" Ezio extends her left hand; even if it is the one with the hidden blade attached to it, her right possibly looks more imposing thanks to the metal cestus, thick brown leather lined with metal plates.

"And what of you, what is your name?"

[jemerite]

Zinc has very cold hands, and helping her to her feet is like lifting a feather. She's sure to reclaim her hand quickly once she is is balanced, brushing at her again with light fingertips.

"I do," she answers. Her family had traveled quite a lot when she was young. She'd never enjoyed it, and as soon as she'd been old enough to clearly decline she had stopped going along on family trips. She'd preferred it, the time alone. Firenze had never been one of the destinations she visited, but she still knew where it was. Even if Ezio says she has been in Rome, the question itself remains how she had come from Italy and Zinc had been taken from the States. "It's far, from where I was."

It's a distracting thought, but she's also been asked her name, and so she gives it.

"I'm called Zinc." Not the name she'd been born to, but the one she preferred to be called.

[nelsangue]

"From what I have seen, it would be a different time. Things are a lot more modern," she thinks that's the right word for it so she'll stay with it, "here and for others. Where are you from though?" Maybe it can be pieced together, this puzzle of being brought to whatever the Gardens are - because they are more than just gardens clearly, far too sprawling and large and full of oddities to be something so seemingly simple.

"Zinc?" She repeats it, the name odd to her. "I have not heard a name like that before." Hell, the element won't even be named until after her death.

[jemerite]

"Delaware," she answers vaguely. She was never in the habit of telling anyone where she was from, and lying blatantly if pressed too closely for it. At first it had been so that her family would be unable to find her, then because it was no one's business where they could find a counterfeiter. These days it was more about Barbet than herself. They lived right at the border, in the sprawl off of Ocean City, everything touching the water.

"Barbet calls me Zinc," she explains. She had picked the moniker when she was eighteen, it was a tradition among the gangs, it separated them from the civilians, and their families. She was no longer involved with the gangs, however, she easily could have taken up her old name, but she was often of the opinion that Carla should stay dead. Otherwise Isaac Crew might take it into his head to finish his vendetta properly. "I used to... work, in zinc."

[nelsangue]

"Delaware? I am not familiar with that place; what of the country?" She knows Europe, parts of the Middle East - there is a man she has met who was to set sail for the new world, for undiscovered lands but she has not heard of him yet or what it is he has found. No, she knows more of Italy and the trips she has made to Barcelona and Vianna in Spain - her recruits are more travelled than she - England, France, Turkey, Austria and other places. Places she cannot go but still can aid.

"This Barbet - famiglia o un amico?" She asks although family and friends are a very blurred line with her. The Assassin's are family of a sense and friends alike with her own blood family soon to be just her and her sister - their mother is, after all, very old for a woman when Ezio has seen so many dying young from ill health. "But what is zinc? I have not heard of this thing before."

[[ooc: famiglia o un amico? - family or friend.]]

[jemerite]

She eyes Ezio's clothing for a moment, thinking about what she said, about different times. She still thought it was strange, and really a very stupid concept, but if Ezio does not recognize her as an American, it may be the reason.

"America, across the Atlantic." She adds the latter part, even if it might turn out to be unnecessary.

Her second question is much more difficult to answer. She has never been one to make 'friends.' She had always been far too selfish, she saw only what could be used, what could benefit and amuse her. She would not say she had changed in that outlook, not truly, just become gentler in her greed. She, likewise, had cared very little for family. Barbet was not either of these things. Zinc knows very little Italian, but the word is the same be it French, Spanish, or Italian:

"Amant, once." Not any longer. He wouldn't touch her that way now that she was dead. There was a part of her that appreciated it, she wouldn't have enjoyed such an advance in any way, but the rest of her remembered his affection and

[nelsangue]

"Where?" She hasn't heard of either of those places at all; undiscovered, Christoffa Corombo the only true explorer she has met, setting sail for India but she has not heard what he has discovered. Meeting the explorer was more an accident and then there were all her other worries, her cause, her Order, all these things that consume her life and have done for the past thirty-one years

[jemerite]

Zinc gives her a bemused look. If Ezio doesn't know, she won't be able to explain it easily without a map. She shakes her head, maybe another time. Likewise, it was a bit much to explain that their relationship had been ended on Isaac Crew's terms when he'd beaten her and shot her on the floor of Barbet's studio. That Barbet had jerked her back from death so that she could live in misery as his pet