EZIO ♈ -15 Shut up it's past midnight here.
Who: punchesbards, somarium
Where: Lake Meridian.
Style: Whichever.
Status: Very open.
Notes: So Ezio is by the lake, but he also made a broadcast. So whoever wants to answer with Video/Text/Audio/whatever, could you please just note it in the subject so everything can be organized? Since I know a few people will just come running over to find him, and hence why a log is pretty necessary. THANKS IN ADVANCE. For picture reference as to how old Ezio looks now-- enjoy that beard of sorrow. Also Italics = Italian.
The last thing Ezio remembered was falling asleep in one of the rooms of the thief's guild. As usual his night had been restless and long, but that wasn't anything unusual for the assassin. When he awoke though, he was surely not in his bed, or any bed for that matter. He was laying beside a lake, the cold breeze coming from the large body of water sending a chill up the man's spine. Enough to jerk him from his already light slumber and to attention. He sat up, his head spinning with what he assumed to be grogginess from an unwelcome wake-up call. It took him a few seconds to finally pull himself to a stand and take a look at his surroundings. In the distance he could see the Coliseum, so he could only assume he was actually in Rome...right? Wrong. Something was wrong even with that large battle arena. Really wrong.
Another thing that told him he wasn't where he should be was the lake, the floating mountain...and that scarecrow staring at him from off in the distance. Did it just move? Last he checked Rome had none of these things. The assassin squinted from under the shadow of his hood, glancing back and forth and spinning in place so he could get a good lay of the land. He was currently suffering from a huge bout of deja vu as he took in the scenery around him. He had seen this before, he just didn't know where it was...how he had seen it or anything.
Instinctively Ezio patted himself down, finding everything in place except for one thing. Actually, there was something NEW on his person that he knew wasn't there before. He pulled out the black dreamberry, flipping it back and forth in his hands a few times and examining it. The Auditore crest was etched on the back, only serving to accent his confusion. "Che cosa?" He murmured to himself, running calloused hands over the dreamberry screen and the buttons below it. "What is this?" without knowing how he had turned the thing on, Ezio saw the letters "l;lkjhgfdasuhjm" show up on the screen, and the poor assassin looked akin to a confused dog as he tilted his head to the side. While he fiddled with the thing, only the tiniest bit of hesitance went through him. There was no questioning of the witchcraft that may have created this thing, because somehow he knew it was going to help more than hinder him. Ezio continued pressing buttons, and once the voice function was accidentally activated, the assassin broadcast a long stream of colourful words to the network. Oops.
"Fuck. I don't have time to waste with this! I need to get back to Roma, rescue Caterina and find the apple. The Borgia will not just wait." he continued like this, mumbling and cursing to himself for a few minutes before silence befell the assassin. Something clicked in his mind then. The Dreamberry. he knew what it was, dammit, he knew he did! it was that communication device that he had when he was in--
No...no he couldn't be back here again.
Now he knew why everything looked familiar, even if it had been vague at first. The floating mountain, the scarecrows, the lake. Everything fell into place--all but that coliseum, that hadn't been there before--now that he looked it all over a second time.
It had been nearly 15 years since he had left that place, or rather, it had been nearly 15 years in his time. Obviously he was unaware of how long he had been gone in the disrupted timestream that was Somarium. The assassin grit his teeth in annoyance, now fiddling with the dreamberry again in hopes he would remember how the video function worked. Once he figured it out, he spoke to whomever wanted to listen.
For whoever was watching the broadcast, Ezio looks significantly different. He has a very prominent beard, now accenting the scar on the right side of his lip far more due to the lack of hair in that particular spot. He's clearly aged, his robes are white and designed far differently than what anyone would be use to seeing him in. His eyes, if seen under that hood, are darker, another addition to his age. and his voice, while still holding that thick Italian accent is significantly deeper, wiser, calmer despite the situation at hand. This is not the Ezio Auditore that left a week ago, this is a man that has lost more than he's gained over the past 15 years, this is a master assassin with time ticking away that he does not have.
"Somarium." the word slips from his lips like poison, seething and dangerous. He dislikes that word, he dislikes this world, and he dislikes the fact that he is here again at all. "It seems this place cannot be rid of me forever. so if anyone would be so kind as to point me in the direction of..." He grinds his teeth again, sighing, "...Es--" he pauses, trying to recall the name. "Espoir...I would appreciate it." then there's another few seconds of Italian cursing before the man seemingly remembers something. His eyes widen, and quickly he snaps his head back to the screen again.
"Desmond." he whispers. There was a Desmond here before, the man that looked so like himself and Altair--even if it was mostly the latter. Ezio could only make assumptions, as he barely recalled the conversation he and Desmond had before he left...but it had to be him. The one Minerva spoke of. Ezio doesn't say anything else other than 'Grazie' in advance to whomever might answer his questions, and the feed cuts off just as Ezio visibly turns and heads down the road away from the lake.
Where: Lake Meridian.
Style: Whichever.
Status: Very open.
Notes: So Ezio is by the lake, but he also made a broadcast. So whoever wants to answer with Video/Text/Audio/whatever, could you please just note it in the subject so everything can be organized? Since I know a few people will just come running over to find him, and hence why a log is pretty necessary. THANKS IN ADVANCE. For picture reference as to how old Ezio looks now-- enjoy that beard of sorrow. Also Italics = Italian.
The last thing Ezio remembered was falling asleep in one of the rooms of the thief's guild. As usual his night had been restless and long, but that wasn't anything unusual for the assassin. When he awoke though, he was surely not in his bed, or any bed for that matter. He was laying beside a lake, the cold breeze coming from the large body of water sending a chill up the man's spine. Enough to jerk him from his already light slumber and to attention. He sat up, his head spinning with what he assumed to be grogginess from an unwelcome wake-up call. It took him a few seconds to finally pull himself to a stand and take a look at his surroundings. In the distance he could see the Coliseum, so he could only assume he was actually in Rome...right? Wrong. Something was wrong even with that large battle arena. Really wrong.
Another thing that told him he wasn't where he should be was the lake, the floating mountain...and that scarecrow staring at him from off in the distance. Did it just move? Last he checked Rome had none of these things. The assassin squinted from under the shadow of his hood, glancing back and forth and spinning in place so he could get a good lay of the land. He was currently suffering from a huge bout of deja vu as he took in the scenery around him. He had seen this before, he just didn't know where it was...how he had seen it or anything.
Instinctively Ezio patted himself down, finding everything in place except for one thing. Actually, there was something NEW on his person that he knew wasn't there before. He pulled out the black dreamberry, flipping it back and forth in his hands a few times and examining it. The Auditore crest was etched on the back, only serving to accent his confusion. "Che cosa?" He murmured to himself, running calloused hands over the dreamberry screen and the buttons below it. "What is this?" without knowing how he had turned the thing on, Ezio saw the letters "l;lkjhgfdasuhjm" show up on the screen, and the poor assassin looked akin to a confused dog as he tilted his head to the side. While he fiddled with the thing, only the tiniest bit of hesitance went through him. There was no questioning of the witchcraft that may have created this thing, because somehow he knew it was going to help more than hinder him. Ezio continued pressing buttons, and once the voice function was accidentally activated, the assassin broadcast a long stream of colourful words to the network. Oops.
"Fuck. I don't have time to waste with this! I need to get back to Roma, rescue Caterina and find the apple. The Borgia will not just wait." he continued like this, mumbling and cursing to himself for a few minutes before silence befell the assassin. Something clicked in his mind then. The Dreamberry. he knew what it was, dammit, he knew he did! it was that communication device that he had when he was in--
No...no he couldn't be back here again.
Now he knew why everything looked familiar, even if it had been vague at first. The floating mountain, the scarecrows, the lake. Everything fell into place--all but that coliseum, that hadn't been there before--now that he looked it all over a second time.
It had been nearly 15 years since he had left that place, or rather, it had been nearly 15 years in his time. Obviously he was unaware of how long he had been gone in the disrupted timestream that was Somarium. The assassin grit his teeth in annoyance, now fiddling with the dreamberry again in hopes he would remember how the video function worked. Once he figured it out, he spoke to whomever wanted to listen.
For whoever was watching the broadcast, Ezio looks significantly different. He has a very prominent beard, now accenting the scar on the right side of his lip far more due to the lack of hair in that particular spot. He's clearly aged, his robes are white and designed far differently than what anyone would be use to seeing him in. His eyes, if seen under that hood, are darker, another addition to his age. and his voice, while still holding that thick Italian accent is significantly deeper, wiser, calmer despite the situation at hand. This is not the Ezio Auditore that left a week ago, this is a man that has lost more than he's gained over the past 15 years, this is a master assassin with time ticking away that he does not have.
"Somarium." the word slips from his lips like poison, seething and dangerous. He dislikes that word, he dislikes this world, and he dislikes the fact that he is here again at all. "It seems this place cannot be rid of me forever. so if anyone would be so kind as to point me in the direction of..." He grinds his teeth again, sighing, "...Es--" he pauses, trying to recall the name. "Espoir...I would appreciate it." then there's another few seconds of Italian cursing before the man seemingly remembers something. His eyes widen, and quickly he snaps his head back to the screen again.
"Desmond." he whispers. There was a Desmond here before, the man that looked so like himself and Altair--even if it was mostly the latter. Ezio could only make assumptions, as he barely recalled the conversation he and Desmond had before he left...but it had to be him. The one Minerva spoke of. Ezio doesn't say anything else other than 'Grazie' in advance to whomever might answer his questions, and the feed cuts off just as Ezio visibly turns and heads down the road away from the lake.