Ezio ♈ --6
Who: punchesbards and YOU
Where: The tavern. GETTIN CRUNK |:
Style: Starting in third. don't care either way.
Status: Ridiculously Open
The past week or so had been hellacious, and all Ezio really wanted to do was sleep. He couldn't find it in himself to do so though. There were too many things on his mind lately. After the castle crashed his sleeping habits had pretty much gone to hell. So here he was, wandering aimlessly around Espoir, trying to get his thoughts together. That notebook he had taken to writing in hidden away in one of the pouches on his hip, he had planned on writing more when he got back to his cottage. but at this point he didn't even know if it would come out as more than a bunch of mindless scribbling.
Dream world or not, this place seemed to be taking a major toll on the assassin, and yet he continued to push through it all. Just like he had everything before. If something else happened, he'd be out helping again, sleep or no sleep. Though it was probably better that he didn't, lest he actually do something stupid and hurt himself--like how he almost slipped off that giant statue and impaled himself on the strange blade things. That wouldn't have been very awesome.
When he got to his cottage, he actually walked right on past it, heading instead for the nearby tavern. He hadn't actually been inside it since the first day he was here, when he helped Estelle bring in those groceries. Other than that he had just been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. He knew laying down would accomplish nothing, or simply bring him nightmares. So he pushed his way through the front entrance of the tavern, his usually light and precise steps somewhat heavy and wobbly as he headed for the bar.
He sat down with a sigh, relishing in the dim lights and the rather soothing atmosphere. He might have just fallen asleep right then and there, but he didn't. For the time no one was there save for a few patrons chit chatting around the tables. Totally fine by Ezio's standards. He propped his elbow on the top of the bar, pushing his hood back with a small sigh. "Potrei perdere la mia mente." He shook his head. Absolutely not talking to himself in the middle of the bar, what are you talking about? Yes he is.
Where: The tavern. GETTIN CRUNK |:
Style: Starting in third. don't care either way.
Status: Ridiculously Open
The past week or so had been hellacious, and all Ezio really wanted to do was sleep. He couldn't find it in himself to do so though. There were too many things on his mind lately. After the castle crashed his sleeping habits had pretty much gone to hell. So here he was, wandering aimlessly around Espoir, trying to get his thoughts together. That notebook he had taken to writing in hidden away in one of the pouches on his hip, he had planned on writing more when he got back to his cottage. but at this point he didn't even know if it would come out as more than a bunch of mindless scribbling.
Dream world or not, this place seemed to be taking a major toll on the assassin, and yet he continued to push through it all. Just like he had everything before. If something else happened, he'd be out helping again, sleep or no sleep. Though it was probably better that he didn't, lest he actually do something stupid and hurt himself--like how he almost slipped off that giant statue and impaled himself on the strange blade things. That wouldn't have been very awesome.
When he got to his cottage, he actually walked right on past it, heading instead for the nearby tavern. He hadn't actually been inside it since the first day he was here, when he helped Estelle bring in those groceries. Other than that he had just been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. He knew laying down would accomplish nothing, or simply bring him nightmares. So he pushed his way through the front entrance of the tavern, his usually light and precise steps somewhat heavy and wobbly as he headed for the bar.
He sat down with a sigh, relishing in the dim lights and the rather soothing atmosphere. He might have just fallen asleep right then and there, but he didn't. For the time no one was there save for a few patrons chit chatting around the tables. Totally fine by Ezio's standards. He propped his elbow on the top of the bar, pushing his hood back with a small sigh. "Potrei perdere la mia mente." He shook his head. Absolutely not talking to himself in the middle of the bar, what are you talking about? Yes he is.