they never meant to be famous.

[jumpingbird]

Characters: Altair and Ezio.
Location: Outside of Shibusen's main school.
Rating: Should be PG, but with Ezio...
Time: Backdated to September 5th.
Description: Finally. They actually talk. And maybe figure out some Important Details on Worlds.

Comments

[jumpingbird]

He was loitering, in every sense of the word, but he didn't move on spotting Ezio-- didn't move as the other approach- didn't move as his throat was cleared pointedly, if softly. Didn't move for a good two seconds, which was a lot of time for him to stand still; and once he did move, it was only to turn his head enough so that his eyes would be visible from under the makeshift hood, evaluating for a second - and then moving on, unimpressed. Walking straight forward (back to the other: Altair was beyond confident), out of the open and into an alleyway. Hopefully, the other would follow without making a racket. But he was so undisciplined...Ignoring the spike of momentary envy over those robes, no matter how gaudy and wrong they were. Any version would be much better than these flimsy pieces

[jumpingbird]

"Where do you think we are?" You're the one that would be lost if I left seemed a bit too demeaning to say in a complete sentence, so it would be that to meet Ezio's not-truly-a-question. Regardless of whether or not the fake assassin replied, though, Altair suddenly took a sharp turn into a doorway and down a flight of dim, blocky cement stairs, to be let out into a surprisingly cold basement: old boxes along the wall with a single lightbulb was the source of light, and it looked as if it were about to blink out. No, Altair hadn't bothered with learning how to fit another one in. He would just as soon find candles