[fanfic] Buried Deep
Title: Buried Deep
Author:
thewaterbandit
Spoilers: None
Warnings: I don't know any Italian at all so Ezio's dialogue might sound kind of weird.
Rating: G
Summary: This is for that very small overlap of Assassin's Creed/Doctor Who fans in the big Venn diagram that is fandom. Basically holy crap, Ezio totally met Rory.
Ezio no longer notices the darkness of the chambers under the Tiber island. It's just another kind of seeing, now: the way that shadows form and blend to delineate a low wall here, an outstretched beam there. It does not hinder him in the slightest- he swims in it like a fish. The tunnels twist, and Ezio follows them deeper, down through layer upon layer of history until the crumbling statuary tells him that he has descended to the level of ancient Rome. This does not surprise him. The Templars seem very fond of hiding in the ruins of the past.
The warren opens into a large room decorated, to Ezaio's untrained eye, a little like a treasure room, until a sudden movement in the shadows cuts short his examination. His mind shouts Templar as his body twists, launches into midair and lands on a cloaked back heavily covered in armour. There's just enough time for Ezio to be surprised before he's thrown off with a strength that's completely incongruous for the figure's size. Then, swords are drawn and there's a brief tussle, down in the dark, with half-bitten-off swearwords punctuating the ring of steel on steel. It's Ezio who gets the upper hand, and he throws the figure to the ground, removes his helmet-
And stops, and looks at it, and at the man lying on the floor, his hands raised to ward the killing blow.
"Is this some kind of Templar trick?" Ezio asks, throwing the plumed Centurion's helmet aside. "Or are you a new kind of follower of Romulus, playing at soldiers?"
"Templar?" The man looks around wildly. "I don't know what you're talking about. That's Crusades, isn't it? And that was a while ago- mind you, penguins on the Nile, I suppose Templars in the Renaissance couldn't be too far from that..."
Ezio shuts him up with a glance. "Why are you dressed as a Roman Centurion?"
"Uh... Because I am one." The man replies, as if the fact is painfully obvious. "The last one, as a matter of fact." He indicates the room around them. "This is my vault. I bought it. We've been down here a while."
"A very long while." Ezio comments drily, getting to his feet. The centurion seems harmless enough, if completely crazy. At least it is not the same kind of crazy that the Templars have. "Who is 'we'? Another soldier?"
The centurion picks up his helmet, brushes dust off the plume, and points to the large black box that dominates the room. It's a strange design, unlike anything Ezio has ever seen (except, perhaps, the Apple). Large circular patterns are engraved on the sides, just visible in the shadows. They do strange things to his sight- the special way of looking at all assassins develop. He moves forward to touch them.
"Don't." The man's voice takes on an unexpected sharpness. "It's not time yet."
"What is it?" Ezio asks, withdrawing his hand.
"The Pandorica. It's my job to guard it until it's ready to be opened." The centurion sighs- he means it to be light, but Ezio can sense a weariness beyond his apparent years. "I was doing alright until you came along."
"My apologies." the assassin inclines his head. This Pandorica is a mystery, for sure, but he is pretty certain now that it is not connected to the Templars, and right now he is far too busy to worry about anybody else's madness.
"If you show me where you came in, I'll go and block it off."
Ezio holds up a hand. "Do not trouble yourself, centurion. I will close it off myself on the way out, and make sure you are not disturbed."
It is not the last time that the assassin and the centurion speak, but it is the last time that they fight.
Author:
thewaterbandit
Spoilers: None
Warnings: I don't know any Italian at all so Ezio's dialogue might sound kind of weird.
Rating: G
Summary: This is for that very small overlap of Assassin's Creed/Doctor Who fans in the big Venn diagram that is fandom. Basically holy crap, Ezio totally met Rory.
Ezio no longer notices the darkness of the chambers under the Tiber island. It's just another kind of seeing, now: the way that shadows form and blend to delineate a low wall here, an outstretched beam there. It does not hinder him in the slightest- he swims in it like a fish. The tunnels twist, and Ezio follows them deeper, down through layer upon layer of history until the crumbling statuary tells him that he has descended to the level of ancient Rome. This does not surprise him. The Templars seem very fond of hiding in the ruins of the past.
The warren opens into a large room decorated, to Ezaio's untrained eye, a little like a treasure room, until a sudden movement in the shadows cuts short his examination. His mind shouts Templar as his body twists, launches into midair and lands on a cloaked back heavily covered in armour. There's just enough time for Ezio to be surprised before he's thrown off with a strength that's completely incongruous for the figure's size. Then, swords are drawn and there's a brief tussle, down in the dark, with half-bitten-off swearwords punctuating the ring of steel on steel. It's Ezio who gets the upper hand, and he throws the figure to the ground, removes his helmet-
And stops, and looks at it, and at the man lying on the floor, his hands raised to ward the killing blow.
"Is this some kind of Templar trick?" Ezio asks, throwing the plumed Centurion's helmet aside. "Or are you a new kind of follower of Romulus, playing at soldiers?"
"Templar?" The man looks around wildly. "I don't know what you're talking about. That's Crusades, isn't it? And that was a while ago- mind you, penguins on the Nile, I suppose Templars in the Renaissance couldn't be too far from that..."
Ezio shuts him up with a glance. "Why are you dressed as a Roman Centurion?"
"Uh... Because I am one." The man replies, as if the fact is painfully obvious. "The last one, as a matter of fact." He indicates the room around them. "This is my vault. I bought it. We've been down here a while."
"A very long while." Ezio comments drily, getting to his feet. The centurion seems harmless enough, if completely crazy. At least it is not the same kind of crazy that the Templars have. "Who is 'we'? Another soldier?"
The centurion picks up his helmet, brushes dust off the plume, and points to the large black box that dominates the room. It's a strange design, unlike anything Ezio has ever seen (except, perhaps, the Apple). Large circular patterns are engraved on the sides, just visible in the shadows. They do strange things to his sight- the special way of looking at all assassins develop. He moves forward to touch them.
"Don't." The man's voice takes on an unexpected sharpness. "It's not time yet."
"What is it?" Ezio asks, withdrawing his hand.
"The Pandorica. It's my job to guard it until it's ready to be opened." The centurion sighs- he means it to be light, but Ezio can sense a weariness beyond his apparent years. "I was doing alright until you came along."
"My apologies." the assassin inclines his head. This Pandorica is a mystery, for sure, but he is pretty certain now that it is not connected to the Templars, and right now he is far too busy to worry about anybody else's madness.
"If you show me where you came in, I'll go and block it off."
Ezio holds up a hand. "Do not trouble yourself, centurion. I will close it off myself on the way out, and make sure you are not disturbed."
It is not the last time that the assassin and the centurion speak, but it is the last time that they fight.