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[alltenfingers]

[Ezio has been growing restless. Finally over the cold he had been getting, he has opted to spend the day anywhere but indoors. It's like being caged, sometimes, being within Aliunde, and yet being indoors all day while here is even worse. After years, decades, of running, climbing, jumping, battling, killing and fighting, barely surviving, and

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[alltenfingers]

[One Assassin, coming in, and Ezio dives from one roof to the one Loki is on, slowing down his running and pausing at the sight of Loki. He doesn't quite know what to make of him, at the moment. He has read mythology books, he knows all about that, and yet Loki is trusted, at least by Ezio. He knows he is trouble, but it is better to have trouble as an ally than an enemy. He can, however, sense the uncertainty and questioning on the god, and approaches with caution, clearing his throat.]

May I join you? [He gestures to where Loki is sat, hood still up as he peers at him.]

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio settles beside him, letting out a little noise at having a chance to sit for a moment.] You seem to have much on your mind, Loki.

[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond is perched on top of a higher point of one of the buildings. His hands curled around the molding, staring down into the population below. He's tense, poised, and ready to go whenever needed. While the other recruits are working on their skills, Desmond has taken up his own training. His eyes narrow slightly, focusing in on a mother and child walking on the street below. With his hood up, bill covering his eyes, it'd take someone with a trained eagle sense to notice what he's working on. ]

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio can see him from almost half way across Aliunde. With a smile slightly twitching at the corner of his mouth, he approaches. He doesn't intent to sneak up on him, just join him, and he is climbing up to the roof Desmond is on after only a few moments. He doesn't say anything, he just settles beside him, his own gaze brightening as he spots who Desmond is tracking, the mother and child. He knows it's practice, training, and he notes the path they've walked and where they will proceed to, but Desmond's sight isn't quite as honed as Ezio's, so the older Assassin simply looks to him curiously.]

[milesawayfrom]

[ His gaze strays just a bit to note the oncoming blue mark. Well, there's Ezio. He's seen a few of the assassins crawling over Aliunde today. The city is small, so it's hard to avoid each other. As his ancestor joins him, he looks back at the mother and child. There's a small change in his posture, almost a defeated one, before he shapes back up. This past weekend was Mother's Day back in his time frame, and he realized, for him with his time in Aliunde, it's been a decade - more or less - since he saw his own mother. Maybe it's just natural that he'd track the mother and child.

Desmond doesn't say a word. Instead he just stands and silently moves along the roof's edge to follow them. Watch where they're going. They might walk past something that's new and needs investigating. He hopes so. This place is boring after awhile. ]

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio instead shifts to sit down, against a chimney stack, arms crossing as one knee bends, hood shadowing most of his face. He does, however, have a small smile on his face. He enjoys watching his recruits but Desmond is a bit more than merely another recruit and although he never truly knew who he was until he came to Aliunde, Ezio has fast found a deep care for his great-great-however many greats-grandson.

He knew it was Mother's Day the Sunday passed, and Ezio tended to celebrate that with Maria until her death. When he was young, it was all about getting her flowers, outdoing his siblings, and she was showered in gifts that day, and her birthday too. They were a wealthy family that cared for each other deeply. After the events of 1476, it was more solemn and he brought her feathers, even after collecting so many. When she died, he and Claudia merely shared glances on that day. Now, Ezio ignores the holiday entirely.]

[napolitornado]

[Romano found Aliunde to be both a dangerous place and a horrifically dull one. In part because it was not often that he found himself alone in such a big world, and in part because he was a little homesick. Neither parts would he ever admit to anyone, but to himself he offered only a small relief of both boredom and homesickness.

He has planted a small paper flag on the jungle gyms of the local park. It's decorated to be the flag of his kingdom, but there's a lot of room for improvement. Romano stands beside his make-shift flag, shouting out orders to the ones below him. Even as they leave to continue their lives, Romano tries to lure them back in with promises of noble titles. Once they're gone, however, they are gone.]

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio had wandered through the park a few times and, this time, he paused, smirking a little bit at the noisy person on the jungle gym. He crosses his arms, unable to help his curiosity at the makeshift flag, and he approaches after a moment.]

Signore, I do not think many will believe you can give them noble titles, I am afraid.

[napolitornado]

[Romano looks down at the stranger with a critical eye. He crosses his arms as well. If a man can do it and look imposing, then he could do it too and look a thousand times more so!]

It would be their fault for believing those titles were real. ...But you're right. I can't just give them a title and expect them to know what to do with it. [a beat:] Do you have one?

[alltenfingers]

[He shakes his head.] No, I'm simply an old scholar, of a sort. We have spoken briefly before. I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

[givemenames]

[Perhaps somewhat unsurprisingly, Altaïr has been off, doing his own thing shortly after arrival - this is a new environment and what better way to learn about a place than to explore? Given to doing his own things and with no master that he is bound to report to, he simply left the bureau, hood up and disappeared off to see Aliunde with his own eyes.

Desmond had been right about the noise, his head hasn't quite stopped buzzing with it and it is harder to hear secrets although most of those secrets are mundane, the day-to-day matters of men and women going about their lives, no mysterious meetings or plans for him to overhear

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio spots Altair, that short distance away, and he is well aware he is being watched and that Altair awaits his next move. A small smirk spreads over his face and he looks in the direction of the main hideout, then casts his glance back to the other Assassin. A race home, perhaps?

A small nod to him and Ezio starts, making a dive onto the roof across from him and using his hookblade to pull himself up and running in the direction of the hideout. He hasn't had anyone good to race besides Desmond and he rather enjoys shoving him off the rooftops, if he can, though many of their races turn into lessons, where Ezio lectures his descendant about skills, accuracy, and patience. Of course, there was the time that a race turned into training and training turned into a spiteful fistfight where Desmond took out his emotions on Ezio and Ezio quickly reminded Desmond that he wasn't playing around with some old man, he was dealing with Il Mentore.

This race should be considerably more fun and far less of a task or training.]

[givemenames]

[Seeing as he hasn't had the chance to indulge in any sort of friendly sparring yet, he's interested to see how an older assassin moves because Al Mualim had been in his study with his books for many years until their fateful confrontation. He might learn how he'll move one day.

He follows quickly, a smile (or as much of a smile as Altaïr manages) on his face as he does so. He's not seen the hookblade Desmond mentioned in action yet, pondering over how they use it but it does seem to be somewhat of a boon. The last time he ran against someone who wasn't an informant, Kadar still lived. Such a long time ago now. Putting on an extra burst of speed, he leaps, arms outstretched to catch himself, pushing up and onward quickly. It's good to run without someone ready to hurl a rock at his head.

They'll need to do this with Desmond soon, he thinks, and the recruits. Showing off and training in one moment.]

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio would tell him just how he moves as he gets older, if he wasn't so against the idea of keeping as much as possible a secret from Altair. He doesn't feel it's fair to spoil the future for him, and changing his fellow ancestor's opinions on things could change a lot of things and make Desmond's journey a lot more difficult. He'd rather not be responsible for that.

He keeps an eye on Altair, though he isn't pushing himself so hard to make sure he wins. He would, if this was Desmond, because their grandson needs to understand losing to those who are better at this than him, but Altair is his spiritual mentor, and Ezio is not so proud or arrogant a man that losing to him wouldn't be an absolute honour. Even despite that, he's not going to throw the race, so he runs and leaps, catching hold of ledges if the jump is too far, and he's sure the people of Aliunde are lucky to have better roofs than the people of Renaissance Italy or the Holy Land.]

[motherofgodbro]

[Action]

Hey, you look down. Everything alright?

[She remembers talking to him, remembers he called her cara, but doesn't seem to remember his name]

Do you need to talk or anything?

[alltenfingers]

[He eyes her, giving her a small smile and shaking his head a bit.]

No. Grazie. I am alright. You should not be burdening yourself with the worries of old men, bambina.

[motherofgodbro]

Well, I have to burden myself with something, or else I'd get bored.

[She smiles in a convincing sort of way]

So come on. Tell ol' Heather what's wrong, huh?

[alltenfingers]

[He chuckles at her.] Si, I suppose that is so.

Nothing particular. Old age.