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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.

Threaded | Flat

Leonardo has only been here for a few days, but his brain is absolutely burning with information, the majority of it making no sense whatsoever. It was splendid. Being confused was sometimes frustrating, yes, but when he opened his mind more things started to make some kind of sense. A bizarre type of sense. He set up in the North Village forge as it was recommended to him by Malik, planning on making it his temporary workshop. The other one was full, and Leonardo always did better with his own space.

He had several books to return from his initial stack, and he was carrying them all back. It was only once inside that one in the middle dropped, and he leaned over to pick it up, only to drop another and he cursed in Italian under his breath. Naturally it was only a matter of time before his balancing act failed and they tumbled to the floor. Leonardo had some choice words for himself at that point, because the books deserved far better treatment!

He was no longer in violet; as pretty as it was, it didn't suit him well. He'd traded it in for blacks and reds, and always a coat because he never seemed to stop being cold. He was attempting to stack the books up again to put back in their order, unaware of anyone else around.

The sounds are what bring Lucy's full attention back to the fountain, turning to catch glimpse of someone bursting up out of the surface. For a moment she's frozen, this is her first time that she's near for helping someone out of the frigid water. She's reminded of the time Connor had hurried to her aid and hauled her bleeding body out. Connor—! That's her first thought, the relief and concern that he's returned to them, and it's as Lucy rushes forward that she stops when she notices the difference in skin tones of the hand grasping at the stone edging. Not Connor.

It would be a lie to say she's not disappointed, but there's someone new here (or she thinks they're a new arrival) and the weather conditions aren't ideal for a swim. She reaches the edge and shrugs out of her peacoat, wearing her teal scrubs still (why? there are better things to wear), and her arms dunk into the ice cold water without thinking. "I got you," her voice reassures, getting a secure hold that's good enough to haul him out, putting her back into it as she uses all her strength to drag out the man who weighs quite a bit while wearing the soaked clothing (and looking like a drowned rat).

"Easy does it—"

In truth, Jacob knew he is not alone before he sees the man. He knows when he hears the scrabble of feet on the roof above him. Listening to the creaks of whoever it is, trying to place those steps with someone he's knows.

Frowning though as they move into the house, dark and without much movement or sounds, the only belongings in one corner of one of the bedrooms, mostly hidden in shadows at that time of the evening as the sun sets and shadows begin to fall.

Creeping along, following the sounds so that he can stay close to whoever they are. The figure though, when he sees them, isn't one he knows. Watching for a long moment, leaning against the wall and folding his arms over his chest. Still wearing a hoodie under his peacoat, the hood pulled up and his face in shadows.

"Might I help you with something?"

She made a strange sight in the kitchen, dressed elegantly in her winter gown, but laboring over a hot pan of rabbit meat. What would her grandmother think if she saw her now? Sweating and flipping meat with calloused hands, speaking of two years of hard work. It was a thought that managed to make her smile.

The stranger stirred her from her thoughts. He wasn't a face that she recognized, but that meant little now, considering how much the village had grown. He was handsome with the sort of looks that she was used to seeing from Dornishmen. Given how he was rummaging around in the kitchen, she didn't need to guess what he was looking for.

"If you wait a moment, I will have some rabbit to share with you."

It was the middle of the night when Ezio slipped through the window of the seemingly abandoned house. The rooms were dark and musty, while various pieces of furniture littered his path. Only that the house wasn't abandoned tonight.

Wanda hadn't found a place to live after Clint left. She still went 'home' to feed the chickens and see Beverly but she found it difficult to sleep in the house that after two years in the village had become her home. At night she wandered until she was to tired to stand and then took shelter in whatever house was near. Tonight, it was this house.

Arado's ears perked up and he nosed Wanda's side, rousing her from her sleep. She was using her leather jacket as a blanket and beneath that she had a pair of jeans and a tank top. Blades rested at her sides and when she heard the soft scraping of footsteps she rose to her feet, flicking the gleaming metal into her palm. Wanda was used to being quiet but Arado wasn't...

"Who's there?" She called out when she realized that stealth was out of the question.

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Schoolhouse/Library

you know what's up

South village - "Empty" house (Let me know if this is okay)

Inn, Kitchen

South Village - Random Abandoned House