[OPEN] The Eagle Has Landed

[ezio_auditore]

Characters: Ezio and people on Silvana
Content: Ezio has just landed aboard the Silvana in his little plane
Setting: Silvana's hangar
Time: is relative
Warnings: Ezio

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[flyfrommyself]

Yami was in the hanger doing maintenance on The Duelist when the whine of a landing plane pulled his attention out of the access panel he'd crammed his upper body into.

It wasn't a plane he recognized. As the pilot extracted himself from the cockpit, Yami noted that it wasn't someone he recognized either. He set down his tools and pulled a rag from a back pocket as he dropped down off the lift cuddled to the side of his plane.

"Hey," he commented by way of greeting, giving a nod as he approached. "May I help you?"

[flyfrommyself]

((ooc: I was just over at my friends' house yesterday, and I /was/ remembering right. Assassin's Creed was the game he'd told me about before. The poster is still up on the wall over his gaming chair. XD *will have to look for the PC version now \o/*))

Well, that was . . . an odd answer. Some kind of magical sight, perhaps? An innate one, likely, since Ezio didn't seem to know how to explain properly. Again, he had no reason (yet?) to be alarmed, so it was with curiosity more than anything that he asked with a small, wry grin quirking his lips, "May I ask what you saw?"

[ezio_auditore]

"You look friendly," Ezio explained. He really didn't want to go into the details of his talent, and now he had a question of his own. "How could you tell I was looking at you like that?"

It was something he needed to figure out. If this was a one of a kind incident, that might be alright, but if there was a chance there were others that could, Ezio needed to know what it was that let Yami sense his sight.

[flyfrommyself]

The wry grin quirked a bit higher. "Good to know." He hesitated an instant before answering the question, wondering just how much he should tell Ezio. Those on the ship - many of them anyway - knew that he was a Shadow Mage, but he wondered how advisable it would be to go telling just anyone. He decided to with a safe answer. "I have a . . . sense for when certain magics or other abilities are being used on me. It's . . . an innate ability." In a manner of speaking, anyway. He'd been a wielder of Shadows for as long as he could remember. His nursemaid had even reported little incidents occurring around him that make people wonder if he'd not in fact been all but born with the Shadows.

[ezio_auditore]

It seemed that neither of them were going to be doing much explaining. That was okay with Ezio. Yami was an ally, at the very least, so Ezio was sure they would be seeing more of one another. He doubted this would be the last time the topic of innate abilities came up between them.

"Must be useful," Ezio remarked. He would have to ask his uncle if he knew of anyone else that had the ability to sense being watched in such a manner.

[flyfrommyself]

Yami allowed a low chuckle. "It can be."

He turned his attention to the journal in his hands, opening it and starting up the program to contact one of the ship's officers.

((ooc: And . . . say he got a hold of someone, who's seen to Ezio and getting him settled in? I'm guessing you've already played that, or talked about it, with someone? =D;;;))

[ezio_auditore]

[ooc: Yeah, Zhang He did that, more or less... I guess]

"How does the plane look?" Ezio asked. He hoped it hadn't suffered too much for all his flying around. It seemed sturdy enough from what he could tell, but he was no expert.

Ezio glanced again at Yami, considering his unusual appearance. There were quite a few strange looking people in the world, and Ezio had met his fair share. Now that he had little else to do or think about for the moment, he spent some time looking at Yami's hair. That had to be difficult to maintain.

[flyfrommyself]

((OOC: *snerk!* I know the fandom assumes for a hella lot of hairgel, but neither Yami nor Yugi really seem like the kind to actually bother with such things, plus the rare time we've seen Grandpa with his bandanna off, his hair is the same kind of crazy, so my headcanon is that . . . it just naturally does that. XD;;; Thought I'd share for the LULZ. =D))

Yami closed the journal after talking briefly with Zhang He and glanced up at the plane. "Well . . . I'd like to do a more thorough check-over before I really answer that, but . . . " He nodded. "So far, it's looking good. Just needs the usual maintenance, maybe some extra cleaning for dirt and grease build-up, nothing complicated." He pulled a pocket watch from his trousers and nodded to himself. "My shift in the engine room starts in about an hour, and I was hoping to have the work on my own plane done before that. Since you'll be staying a while, do you mind if I wait till after dinner to get started? I can still have it done tonight."

[ezio_auditore]

"Go right ahead. I wouldn't want to keep you from your duties," Ezio said, waving Yami back over to his own ship. His own plane could wait, since he had no plans to go back out in it soon if he could help it.

He was a good kid, even if there was something weirdly familiar about that hair style. It wasn't exactly highly fashionable.

[flyfrommyself]

Yami nodded. "Thanks." Then he noticed Ezio glancing at his hair, and his grin turned sheepish. "It . . . does this," he murmured, running a hand through the thick locks. "Would you believe it's even weirder when it's shorter? I've thought about just shaving it off, but . . . " He shrugged. His mother liked it, so he'd never quite been able to bring himself to cut it all off.