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[nelsangue]

[There's a grunt, muffled as much as can be and the thwump of a body clad in robes joined by the metallic rattle of weapons as Ezio rolls to take the impact out of the fall following her jump. It is hard to ignore any sort of pull to home and while Rome is not a true home, she has been settled there, working and training and striking at her

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[jemerite]

[She's watching curiously. She misses when she was athletic. She was never so serious as to take up a real sport like parkour, but she could move freely, walk and run and jump. It makes the unintended display both very beautiful to watch and incredibly frustrating.

The conflict is there on here face, annoyance around her dull eyes, sadness on her full mouth.]

I was told there is food, at the arena. Meat. Have you seen stores?

[She'd find her way there to look herself eventually, could only abide hunger for so long, but traveling around the large Garden remained slow and difficult on her own.]

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[nelsangue]

[Well it is good to see this one in a better frame of mind - at least as far as Ezio can see - thanks to the vine and she crouches down to get a better look.]

I have seen... [and she pauses because what has she seen? She has seen things that would sound absurd, even to drunkards but then again, they have cats to serve as messengers.] I have seen bears that would not grant me passage but I have seen them with slaughtered animals I recognise and some that I do not.

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[jemerite]

[Zinc gives her a pleasant expression, not looking nearly as sullen at the prospect of food. She nods.]

Good.

[She'd read such a description in the pamphlet Jessica had given to her, but it had, of course, sounded absurd. Ezio was in the arena now, and Zinc was a bit more willing to trust what she sees.]

Though letting bears guard meat is stupid.

[It was almost as stupid as asking a Reanimate to do the job.]

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[nelsangue]

[Ezio laughs at that because, yes, it's a very ridiculous spectacle.]

You must be sure to address such a complaint to whoever is in charge.

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[existwithoutme]

Good day, Ezio. [She smiles. She remembers this one's fine manners.] You're quite nimble for one of your kind.

The Queen must have her little jokes.

As an artist, I can provide you with no such sport, but I am given to understand that there are many masterful warriors here, and they must be restless in such a tranquil domain. [What magician would use weapons? Certainly not Kuja.]

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[nelsangue]

Buongiorno Kuja. [She smiles in return and well, not a compliment she is used to.] Grazie, it has taken many years for me to become this practiced.

Even if it means having beasts in charge of the meat?

[She's still very caught on that, along with wishing she had names for some of the things she has seen, animals that look like the delusions of an artist rather than anything real.] I have been lucky enough to speak to some already, it is a welcome surprise, I worried I would not have a chance to keep my skills sharp.

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[existwithoutme]

Your movements are a pleasure to behold. [There is not much activity to hold one's interest here.] Perhaps someday I may watch you in combat. What weapons do you prefer, I wonder?

[She laughs.] Much like bears, humans are beasts who consume flesh, and they frequently serve as stewards of meat, so is it really very different? These bears are clever ones. As for whether they are as clever as humans-- [Her eyes are bright, as she's teasing in her way.] That may depend on the human.

I've known many warriors in my time, and in my experience, they are eager to do what they know best--but then, that is just as true of poets or cooks or anyone with some great skill or passion.

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[nelsangue]

It would be an honour. [Better than people asking if she (or he, as they so often assume) is drunk or mad, talking of falling and breaking necks although there are a few compliments thrown in usually.] I am good with the sword or war hammer but it is a sword I have with me, dagger and throwing knives too. Or my fists if need be. [She flexes her right hand to draw attention to her metal cestus, leather lined with metal plates. The hidden blades and gun are not mentioned and the crossbow is not suited for close range combat.]

Bears, it was my understanding would try to kill a human for meat too. I am sure any cook would not want one near their meat. [It seems unclean - it's a wild animal after all. But she does laugh, even if she did not expect to.] Perhaps you are right on that account.

Everyone wishes to perfect whatever it is they would call their art.