sixthiterationlogs | You Should Have Known Better

WHO: Ezio Auditore
WHERE: Fountain, Around Lucy's House, The Inn & South Village
WHEN: Week of Jan. 18th - 25th
OPEN TO: Arrival Closed To Lucy; all other prompts are OTA!
WARNINGS: Descriptions Of Near Drowning - Will Update If Needed!

Arrival; Locked To Lucy

It was wonderous and terrifying just how quickly your life could change in an instant. In a single blink of an eye everything you thought you knew could be completely shattered and pieced back together.

Yet Ezio had felt absolutely no fear as he had lept from the tower, following his fellow assassins down, down, down in the final part of the initiation ritual he had just partaken in, after being trained and groomed for years to take his place in this secret society. How he had never suspected, had never known, had never realized that all this time, this was what his father had been doing. What his uncle had been preparing him for.

There should be an end to the falling, a pile of soft hay to break his landing, leaving him to pop out and continue on with his work. But there isn't. There is no end, only sinking, deeper and deeper, like a stone in a lake with no bottom as an inky blackness encloses around him.

When he wakes it's to the sensation of drowning, mouth opening to grasp for air only to find nothing but water rushing down his throat and into his lungs. For a moment, brief and heart-stopping, where he's certain that this is it, this is how he's going to die. It wouldn't be some templar sword that finally ended him, but an ocean of murky water with no way out.

But there's sun shining from above, and he shoves against something solid, forces his way to the top just before his lungs give out and he's left gasping and coughing up disgusting mouthfuls of water, clinging to the side of the fountain.

Inn; Open To All

After being literally ripped away from his world and dumped unceremoniously into a fountain - and then being hauled out of said fountain by a girl who was literally half his size - Ezio isn't exactly feeling his normal self. Especially considering the fact that everything had been taken from him. His father's robes, his dual hidden blades and all of the attachments that Leonardo had worked so tirelessly to replicate for him.

But he is clean and he is dry, which is a far better state than he had arrived in. He had been told that there was food to be had at the Inn, and so that's where he's currently headed. Once there, he'll indeed find his way into the kitchen and retrieve a bowl of whatever happens to be on the stove, before sitting rather unceremoniously into the nearest chair. He had been told there would be days like this, of course, but he was pretty certain this wasn't what his uncle had meant.

South Village; Open To All

In the days following his arrival, Ezio had spent most of his time either in the Inn, reading the complete history of the village, or in the library, attempting to do as much research as possible. Just because everyone said there wasn't a known and sure-fire way to leave didn't mean he wasn't going to attempt to find one.

Once night fell, however, he would set out on his own, running along the rooftops of the nearby houses, formulating paths in his mind of the best routes to take. To and from the inn, naturally. To and from the library. To and from the outer edges of the village, just in case. It was freezing and the roofs were often slippery, and more than once he lost his footing and slid far more than he would have liked. Especially considering he was unused to the boots and clothing that he had been given. Occasionally, he would stumble upon an abandoned house and poke around it in, with the hopes that he would find something more suitable. Leather gloves for a better grip, or shoes with more flexible soles.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Nothing is true." Leonardo wasn't, officially, a member of the order, but in Ezio's eyes, he was close enough. He might as well carry the last name of Auditore as well, for how much Ezio considered him a brother. Those words would go no further than the two of them, he was certain it. No one else could be trusted the way Leonardo could. "Everything is permitted. Remember those words, fratello."

"Thank you, but I am staying with Lucy at the moment." Someone had to leave badly chopped firewood in her living room, and he guessed that it was him.

Those last words make him smile brightly, his hand going to Leonardo's shoulder as he speaks. "Of course you are, Leonardo. You are far too talented not to be."

"I will, of course. And it may very well be the reality of this place." That nothing is true and everything is permitted. There were no laws, no rules, no society to speak of. There were no answers either, no facts that people could state were absolutely correct when this ground kept shifting beneath them.

Leonardo laughs. "You are here a short time and already found a no doubt beautiful woman to stay with. I am not at all surprised." Some things never change, and for that he is grateful. There are strange things here. He likes knowing Ezio at least is himself. "There is an empty bed there regardless if you have need of one."

He is pleased, yes, and humbled, and shyly proud too, smiling. "I am honored, truly. What I am happiest with is that I am not known simply for my paintings, Ezio, but for my inventions. How odd! But delightful." Painting is a dear love, yes, and he did it as a career, but his true passion was in his hobbies.

You Should Have Known Better

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