Third target ❖dream

[nelsangue]

[Her hood is pulled low as she walks through a darkened street, press of the crowd around her as she pushes her way past men with heavy boxes and ladies with long dresses that sweep across dirty ground. She blends with the crowd and they are none the wiser as to who moves through them, not even the guards, resplendent in their bright armour,

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[freemade_grace]

[Jill watches, cloaked in grey and nodding approvingly whenever it struck her to. Such strength, such courage, and there had been no faltering in her eyes. That would be a woman she would have congratulated...if she had not disappeared. The other, though, she could still convey her sentiments to.

Following along, she acted nothing but casual until she was standing close enough.]

That was admirably done. [Though she doesn't smile, the feeling is still in her voice.]

[nelsangue]

[There is a chance that the other woman would be present somewhere, knowing where to go from the rumours - there is a tower not so far away, pigeon coop marking it where others wait, all of them training to help defend their people.]

It is the only way to do such things.

[She may not like to kill but she grants clean deaths, quick too. And there has to be some honour for the guards, in the eyes of others, to die for their masters in fighting a master assassin.]

[freemade_grace]

[She nods, understanding. Death could be the only way to make the proper impact, to mark a way for change. Some didn't wish to compromise and wanted to keep their tyranny, and death made a statement, breaking apart their reign. Speaking of...]

She spoke of liberation?

[nelsangue]

[She sighs slowly. Always Templars. Always. What should she say here, without giving too much away? The state of Rome should say enough though, the boarded up buildings, the shifty glances civilians shoot at one another.]

Liberation for the people from Borgia rule. The Pope is corrupt, his son and his daughter too and those who are in power. The people have nothing, they want their lives to be theirs once more.

[ebony_bone]

[She doesn't hesitate to catch up with Ezio after watching the scene, avoiding the bard neatly and matching pace with Ezio.]

You spoke of revolution before. Perhaps I should have guessed you were an instigator.

[nelsangue]

[She smiles beneath her cowl, more comfortable here - even in a dream.]

I had hoped to keep things secret even if they seem like the very distant past for many. And it was Machiavelli who helped to put me on this path here.

[ebony_bone]

I can understand.

[She was used to keeping secrets, ones that she shouldn't have to keep, but it was a habit ingrained into her by a lifetime of fear. Even here, there was an element of it simply not being anyone else's business. Still, she answered people's questions, when they had them.]

Who is Machiavelli?

[nelsangue]

[As long as she keeps her role as Assassin to herself then she feels safer; she might not know these people but some secrets are best kept close.]

Niccolò Machiavelli is a friend of mine, a philosopher and writer. The situation in Roma...it called to him.

[He's an Assassin too but she is sure that will be stricken from the history books as well as her.]