[ ACTION/ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ] fun fact: italics = italian.

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[ Ezio had woken up in some strange places in his lifetime, especially once he became an assassin. But this, this was way different than waking up in, say, a random woman's bed or a bale of hay. The smell was awful, the sheer white of the room blinding as he sat up. He was greeted by a woman, welcoming him to some unfamiliar city -- ]

Aliunde? [

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[milesawayfrom]

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[ Why does this place gotta hit him right in the feels? Desmond really, really is disliking Aliunde the more it goes on. His life story. ]

...Ezio? [ It's Ezio alright. He knows that accent and face. Except it's about thirty years younger than what he's used to now. Desmond is almost stunned. More at the fact that he's back, and younger, rather than seeing his ancestor. ]

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[ Upon hearing his name, Ezio tenses, eyes narrowing under the shadow of his hood. He knows he can defend himself if necessary, but he still can't help but feel naked without his blades. ]

Who's there? Show yourself.

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[ Oh, great. Ezio doesn't remember ever being in Aliunde. Otherwise he wouldn't be saying that. Desmond has a sudden sinking feeling about how this meeting is going to go. ]

Great.

[ Desmond sighs and is already on his way out of the den to the hospital. His white hood is up. Altair wanted him to keep a low profile for a while, so, he's been doing his best to stay out of the way of people and not obviously be an assassin. Have fun talking to the air for a bit, Ezio. ]

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[ That response warrants a frown and a glare. He waits a moment longer, as if expecting the unexplained voice to continue. Alas, it does not, and Ezio is left looking like a fool in the middle of some strange and unfamiliar city. He does not linger long, though, not trusting the silence - especially after they had said his name. Someone knew who he was ( that wasn't saying much. A lot of people in Italy knew who he was, if only by name ) and staying in one place would only make him more susceptible to attack.

A passing group of people makes it easy enough to blend in. Good luck with that, Desmond. ]

[notanemptymotto]

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[ A new arrival. Helen hasn't directly looked at the video feed just yet. She's busy shifting through files and documents when she hears the Italian. Helen turns on the device to reply back. It might help the new arrival if they hear their own native tongue, and she's pretty much a walking dictionary of languages. She's been around for 274 years and all. ]

I'm afraid you've been kidnapped from your point in time and world and placed here, in Aliunde. Just like the rest of us.

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[ Let's pretend someone told him to look at the weird device in his pocket. Otherwise we might be here all day.

In fact he's inspecting the thing when the woman speaks, ] Incredible, [ he murmurs to himself, fascinated.

But, being told you've been kidnapped can be kind of a buzzkill, so his look of awe fades; a frown replacing it. ] Kidnapped? By who? Forgive me, signora, but none of this makes sense.

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[ We'll say a lovely nurse he hit on told him. Seems legit.

Helen looks at the video feed and pauses. It's quite easy for her to tell who exactly he is. One does not just be intimate with Ezio Auditore and forget his face. Even if he's considerably younger. She blinks a few times. ]

No, I suppose it wouldn't. [ She sets her work to the side and turns her attention fully to the device. ] A woman who is simply known as the Head Doctor. She has the power to bring us from our homes to this place: Aliunde. You'll meet people from different worlds and times here.

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[ Shhh. Not yet.

That scarred lip, the Italian accent, of course he could never be imitated. Ezio keeps the phone at a bit of a distance, interested, but not stupid enough to trust something he does not understand. Without Leonardo here he can't really make heads or tails of it as well as the painter could. ] Different worlds and times? [ He's tempted to scoff, because he has heard ridiculous things in his time, but that? That's just ...stupid. ] And where is this Dottoressa, so I may speak with her?

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[Being out on the rooftops at all times of the day is what he does, especially right now when he's trying to figure out what to do with the Order because he can't do that in the den, it's too foreign and too loud, full of modern things and so he prefers to be in the city (not really that he prefers the city but outdoors is better than being cooped up inside) as he makes sure all is in order.

With his Eagle Vision returned, it makes life easier, more familiar. That's when the flash of blue catches him and he stops. In Aliunde, so few flash that colour that it warrants investigation which is when all his eavesdropping pays off - the voice is younger but he knows it and so he drops down and approaches, ready to be calm because he knows how angry he was in himself when he arrived in Aliunde.]

Ezio? You may wish to turn off the communication thing, I have been told it has a mind of its own and there are those who are no doubt watching.

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[ Instinctively, upon hearing his name, does the assassin spin around; the crowd he had been blending with dispersing. It's rather odd that the locals here don't seem to notice when things like this happen; the meeting between two hooded strangers in the middle of the street. That is not his concern, though, not yet. ]

How do you know my name? [ he steps back once, eyes narrowing under his hood. He has no weapons, no colour coded sense to tell whether or not this man is an ally, but there are plenty of other things to go by, he just has to know what to look for.

His eyes sweep over the other man, looking for something familiar, and he finds it; a scar upon his lip so like his own he may as well be looking in a mirror. It's just barely visible, but it's there, ] Who are you?

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[At least there are no weapons, Altaïr gained his sight but not a blade although surely that must be soon - it's been an incentive to simply observe for now but there is little chance for any action that is not suicidal or dangerously reckless.]

We share a calling, a life. [Obvious enough given the hoods but by god, the resemblance is more striking without the beard and the greater span of years between them - they must be close to age with one another now, that same scar cutting through their lips.] Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, I do not think you would know much of me yet but I had the chance to meet you in Aliunde not so long ago. You were older, you had left Italy to travel further and had gone to Masyaf, my home. I believe you had read the words I had written.

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[ At least. Though it wouldn't be wise to pull a weapon on someone in the middle of the street. That, and this man sure dressed and acted like an assassin. His first words were enough to convince him of that, though he would have liked to at least have the confirmation with his Eagle Sense. Alas. ]

Altaïr? Impossible. Altaïr has been dead for hundreds of years. There's no way-- [ Ezio squints, peeking under the beak of his hood. ] The codex...? [ he mutters that, barely audible. ] How do I know you are telling the truth? I have never travelled to Masyaf in my life, nor have I even thought of it.

[michinniuint]

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[How to get over migraines: sudden Italian accents that warrant further investigation.]

I think you'll find you left your phone on!

[It's not a loud shout but hopefully it's just enough to get his attention, she's done this enough when people have arse dialed her.]

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[ The sudden voice has him jerking to attention, and by now he's learned that the weird device he had been given upon arrival is actually a means of communication. What a wonder. ]

My phone? [ whoops video is upside down. ] Is that what is is called?

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[Well damn, such a handsome face attached to that accent.]

Yes, it's a phone, I take it you've never seen one? Can you turn it round, you're upside down. [Because a) she's still recovering from the screaming and her magic being back and b) handsome faces should be viewed the right way up.] Welcome to Aliunde if you haven't had the formal introduction yet, I haven't been here too long but I know some bits and pieces.

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Mi Scusi, I have not seen anything quite like this before, no, [ He blinks, turning the phone right side up once instructed to do so, ] Is that better? [ He can't tell, either that or he doesn't really care - though he has to admit the view is nice. ] I have been told the basics so far. That we have been kidnapped and some ridiculous mention of different worlds.

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[Javert's work hours don't begin until the sun sets. Since his wife rolls in the bread with her day job at the hospital, it is up to the husband to conduct daily errands (and other such information-gathering activities for his own uses) while the shops are open. It is during one of these errands that Javert, whilst heading toward Charity Housing Building A, catches what he perceives to be a lost, young, and annoying bird of prey weaving through the city streets with little aim and an astonished demeanor

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[ Thankfully for Javert - or maybe not - Ezio does not have his blades with him. Not that he would draw them in such a crowded place, the last thing he needed was to incite a riot in the streets of some city he did not know. At least back in Italy he could weave through the streets and traverse the rooftops and know exactly where he was going. If he was going to be stuck here for a time, he'd have to start mapping out the place.

So far he has heard his name called by various people - mostly men, it's really disappointing - within the city. No one has called him the Italian yet.

He sees the man before he hears him -- no. That's not right. He feels those eyes on him, a familiar feeling, but he can't quite place it. Ezio as met many people in his life as an assassin, and many people know of him, but... ]

Do I know you, signore?

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[Javert checks himself, ten seconds too late. His recognition of the young man takes a backseat, glimmering from the back of his dark, intense pupils as he fixes a stare on Ezio that could turn his pockets inside out. He takes one slow, sure step closer, arms folding forbiddingly across his chest.

To Ezio, this man must more closely resemble a wolf or a well-groomed savage sizing up a rather attractive deer haunch than your average gentleman. He murmurs audibly and fiercely in his native French accent,]

Evidently not.

[Yet that answer, to a smart man, is at stark and obvious pittance against the familiarity in the bestial man's bearing. Ezio may not remember Javert, but Javert remembers you, Ezio.]

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[ Even as Javert steps closer, Ezio stands his ground; refusing to be backed into a corner on the chance that this man may be one of his enemies. Without his Eagle Sense he can't just flash into the inverted sight and tell by the colour. He has to go by his instincts.

And his instincts are telling him to be on guard. ]

And what is it you want? [ There's an implication there. An unspoken 'I don't have time for you' in his words. ]