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Who: manscruff and photosbythebed
When: After this, prior to all of the big shenanigans.
Where: Out and about, from the outlander community block to the found goods store.
Format: actionspam
What: Lilly wants to check out the Found Goods Store! And Ezio.
Warnings: None?
[ There's no point in hoods here in Anatole. Well, technically, there's always a need for his hood, but he'd rather not make it well known that Ezio and the man in the hood are one in the same. The same goes for his robes; as soon as he'd made the decision to help with the Patrol, he'd gone and acquired clothing that was less conspicuous, but still accommodating for his... other equipment. In his own boots and greaves, with the bracer slipped over the jacket's sleeve and the belts whittled down to the only one necessary to hold his sword and pouch of money/medicine/smoke bombs, he's almost normal looking. What keeps him from standing out, however, is 25 years of being incognito. Lots of practice, see.
He spots her, sitting on the bench by the lampost, just as she said she would be, a cup of... coffee (was that what she called it?) in hand. A glance in Eagle Vision has her glittering gold, and he smiles lightly to himself, nudging a passerby out of the way as he navigates his way through the crowd. He steps out of the safety of anonymity, walking with the confident, but subtle swagger of a man who knows how to kill. A man who is sure of himself. ]
Madonna.
[ Said with a charming smile. ]
When: After this, prior to all of the big shenanigans.
Where: Out and about, from the outlander community block to the found goods store.
Format: actionspam
What: Lilly wants to check out the Found Goods Store! And Ezio.
Warnings: None?
[ There's no point in hoods here in Anatole. Well, technically, there's always a need for his hood, but he'd rather not make it well known that Ezio and the man in the hood are one in the same. The same goes for his robes; as soon as he'd made the decision to help with the Patrol, he'd gone and acquired clothing that was less conspicuous, but still accommodating for his... other equipment. In his own boots and greaves, with the bracer slipped over the jacket's sleeve and the belts whittled down to the only one necessary to hold his sword and pouch of money/medicine/smoke bombs, he's almost normal looking. What keeps him from standing out, however, is 25 years of being incognito. Lots of practice, see.
He spots her, sitting on the bench by the lampost, just as she said she would be, a cup of... coffee (was that what she called it?) in hand. A glance in Eagle Vision has her glittering gold, and he smiles lightly to himself, nudging a passerby out of the way as he navigates his way through the crowd. He steps out of the safety of anonymity, walking with the confident, but subtle swagger of a man who knows how to kill. A man who is sure of himself. ]
Madonna.
[ Said with a charming smile. ]