sixthiterationlogs | A man of peace? Ideas take precedence.

WHO: Leonard da Vinci
WHERE: Various places
WHEN: Through February, more specifically February 8th-23rd
OPEN TO: OTA, one locked to Alistair (in comment)
WARNINGS: Nothing for now, will update if necessary!

All of Feb 8-23rd

After Leonardo's declaration on his wrist band, he got straight to work in the smithery. It would take time to change his ingots into something workable, and he had many long days and late nights ahead of him, but he was very happy about it. He started on Ezio's hidden blade, of course, always his first priority, the mechanism not difficult to put together with all the proper supplies. But then there was the steady clang when he started on blades. He can be found in his forge so if anyone requested an item from, they can swing by to give direction or ask questions.

He also occasionally remembers to take breaks from the forge only to enjoy the sunlight as he works on patching up a boat he identified as the best possibility for the pod. He can be found out back of house of house 26 doing that

Color Change, February 16th-23rd

Leonardo wakes up on February 16th feeling unburdened by some of the anxieties he'd be living with. He felt good, actually, and at first he chalks it up to certain things happening most recently, but eventually he can sense this particular boldness is something else. When he notices his wristband changed its lovely violet to a vivid red, and remembers people speaking of this on the network, he almost gets concerned. And then he doesn't actually end up caring, because really, it is what it is. So be it.

It is not overly noticeable at first that he's changed, but he does find himself more honest, feeling less like he has to reconsider everything he does. He can be found eating at the inn, walking through the greenhouse, lounging in the hot springs, and generally walking around with his head held high and a sharpened focus in blue eyes.

Threaded | Flat

Shortly after his request to meet outside, Leonardo had pulled on his coat and various layers for the cold, although his pink cheeks and blood rushing through his veins almost made him feel like he'll self-heat soon. He kept going back and forth in his mind about this, between anxiety and nerves that perhaps this was too much or he was still uncertain, and then excitement and the thrill of having fuzzy feelings returned.

Alistair was a great man. He was handsome and competent and he fought dragons. He was a powerful fighter who survived trauma, and Leonardo wanted to soothe his hurts from day one. But he does seem rather grand, in comparison to a simple painter. He wondered what this walk could mean or where it could go, and while his cowardly self wanted to run, he was growing a solid backbone. He could do this. He wanted to do this.

He waited for Alistair, wishing he had distractions in his mind, but none of them would have worked. He was too fixated on this walk, on this man. Wherever it led them.

Billy's on his way back from a solid morning foraging in the forest east of the South Village when he hears the sound, a repetitive, hollow sound that implies work being done. He hadn't realized anyone was staying this far out this way, he thinks, but maybe that's because he doesn't know anyone over here. No reason to not investigate, though, right? Curious, one hand on the strap of the backpack slung over his shoulder, Billy follows the sound to Number 26, then around to the back, quietly watching. He doesn't want to interrupt, but he also doesn't just want to stand there like a creeper and maybe give this dude a heart attack, so at a lull in the work, Billy clears his throat, lifting a hand in greeting.

"Hey--need a hand?" He doesn't know exactly what he's doing, but it seems like that's the standard greeting these days. Everyone needs help with something.

Lunch. One of the few times where Reeve is reliably out of his house and away from his work. Thus a regular lunch is something that Reeve uses to remind himself that his life isn't entirely work. You know, when his keepers don't hover over him to make sure he manages it on his own. So it is that he comes into lunch one afternoon, work tucked into his backpack. He considers which table he can best spread out on to work through his meal except... When he catches sight of Leonardo he smiles and dismisses all thoughts of work.

He has to talk to the man, mostly because he had been a bit disappointed not to run into him at the Speed Dating himself, even if he had seen Leonardo there at first. He had his suspicions, after all. When the things had started to wind down he'd noticed Alistair's table had been empty, and Leonardo too had been gone. Could it be?

"Good afternoon, Leonardo, my friend," he says as he puts a hand on a chair at Leonardo's table. There's an unspoken question as to whether he might join the man.

Hot springs are, for lack of a better word, amazing. There's a warmth to be enjoyed there, and while he's absolutely cool with all the cold around here, there is nothing like a hot spring. When he learned about it North had immediately resolved to enjoy the waters, and now here he was, smiling at the steam curling off of the water. And, by extension, smiling a greeting to Leonardo.

"I hope the water is nice and hot," he says as he sits down nearby to work his shoes off and from there start stripping. Sorry, military guys didn't tend to see as much reason to be self-conscious or ashamed of their bodies.

"You have any luck at the meet and greet thing at the inn? I didn't see you by the end," he asked Leonardo has he stripped off his shirt scars, so many scars everywhere over his pale skin, puckered bullet wounds and shiny smooth plasma burns, and a particularly nasty cut at his heart, scars obscuring the clearly well maintained musculature and folded it neatly off to the side.

For Alistair, Feb 15th

House 26, Feb 16

Lunch Time At Inn - Feb 17th

Hot Springs