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Nov 22, 2011 21:38

[ first thing he does, upon finding himself out of place and time once again, is blends in. distinctly.

as in, with a suit. (it was easy to afford; he had money stashed away, in a bank, under the floorboards in a dismas apartment with a six-month lease, and his tailor had be glad to see him, regardless of changes.)

hi anatole, ezio has a manbeard now. he's like, an italian george clooney, almost. (not enough grey in the hair to make him look much older than dignified, though, just patches at the temples.) he's watching his surroundings casually, the motions of using the forge familiar even after the years gone past. ]

It appears there has been little time for such significant changes, Anatole.

[ he looks down at the device, and gives a slight-- but somehow, charming-- smile. ]

Hello again.

[ it's been two days, since the city brought him here, to the wrong anatolia, and he's spent it looking and learning, but you can learn only so much from eavesdropping. direct questions must be asked, and it's not like he looks sketchy now... right? right? ]

miata, dawn summers, !ezio auditore da firenze, trevor belmont, teresa, priscilla

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