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So stay, I know you gotta be tired

WHO: Ezio Auditore
WHERE: House 7 + Around The Village
WHEN: March 5 - March ???
OPEN TO: One Closed Prompt + One Open Prompt
WARNINGS: Nothing at the moment

Arriving back in this place hadn't been nearly as shocking to the system the second time around as it had been the first. What had been shocking, however, was finding her clamoring to get out of the freezing fountain alongside him.

It had been his intention to check on her, to give her a couple of days to settle in, perhaps, to get over the fact that she was no longer in her - their world any longer, before approaching her, not knowing if his presence would be welcomed or if it would only make things harder.

At least until he had been whisked away again, this time for a two-week journey through the desert and grasslands. It had yielded him some good wilderness experience and a new creature called an antelope dog which he was gradually trying to tame and earn the trust of.

It had also given him a small bouquet of yellow and purple Forget Me Nots, the scent of which had drawn him in the instant he had come across them, a strange mixture of roses and warmth that he associated with his mother and sister. They were hardly as grand as anything he might be able to find for her at home, but he had picked a few of the best looking ones, carefully wrapping them in a spare piece of cloth, ensuring they would survive he journey back.

Which was how he had come to arrive on her doorstep, flowers in hand, and a small basket filled with fresh bread and various other foods he had found around the village. They could hardly have a picnic outside, with everything all slushy and melting, but perhaps she would enjoy having a meal with him in front of the fire.

Ezio could easily be found in a few places around the village, depending on the time of day. The Smith, of course, checking in on Leonardo, making sure he ate and slept and didn't overwork himself. The Inn where he tended to go to have lunch so that he and Lucy wouldn't have to cook two meals. And on various roof tops in the late afternoon and evenings, practicing parkour and free running, although the distance between some of them made the jumps rather risky and dangerous. He still hadn't found a good place to do Leaps of Faith, but he has suspiciously begun hoarding what looked like a pile of hay.

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When he had looked his age, his robes hadn't gotten in the way. Even now, so long as he walked, the ornate robes given to him when he'd returned to Masyaf were still comfortable. They kept the chill at bay and his hood kept the snow from his face.

Wherever this place was on whatever globe it claimed, the winters were worse than those in Masyaf.

Still, he knew he needed to exercise his knee more than walking would do. True that he'd had a bit of exercise of late, but it wasn't quite the same. He was going to have to see about getting a proper robe. Or at least a shorter coat.

That was what was on his mind as he walked into the inn and dusted himself off there near the door, not wanting the snow to melt into his robe and chill him more than the light wind outside. He knew there were clothing stores upstairs, and while he enjoyed feeling like himself in clothing he'd always worn, he was at last having to admit a little... inefficiency.

And perhaps eating something he hadn't cooked wouldn't go amiss, either.

Leonardo mostly remembered to eat and sleep. He also had a second person checking in on him to do that, so he is much better about it currently. The sleep is a harder sell for him, because he likes to spend every free hour he can making certain the weapons he promised are ready for people. They are lined up on the side of the smithery, beautiful albeit simple blades newly forged, of different varieties since not everyone wanted a sword straight up. He'll put out a call for people to pick up their weapons soon.

The forge is about as scattered as one might expect from knowing Leonardo as well as Ezio does. Even now his workshop is a strange little disarray of different projects on top of the ones he's currently on, but at least it's clear enough that other people can come in and speak with him or even help out at times. He has plenty of supplies thanks to the help of others. He's currently covered in a little sweat and soot, working on the last of the hidden blades although Ezio's is of course already done. First, in fact, as promised.

He glances up when he hears someone coming, intentionally starting to hide them as he promised never to let a non-assassin get one, until he recognizes his friend and brightens. He leaves it for now, going over to embrace Ezio. Even if they see each other regularly now, it will never stop being wonderful, after that brief fear when he disappeared. "How are you?"

Desmond is very aware of the sound of people on rooftops, and while there are one or two people who also seem to have that fondness in this place, it really is distinctly an Assassin hobby. As quiet as people may be, one they jump from one to the other, it's fairly distinct. He should know; he still does it all the time. He wants to keep on his toes especially now that they know for a fact there are dangers in this place. He's also agreed to show Thor how to parkour, but the big man has a ways to go before he can be agile enough.

So he spots Ezio doing a longer jump than usual and smiles as he makes it, easily running and getting up the building, rushing to make the same jump and managing by the skin of his teeth, honestly. Still, he does have this low key need to impress his ancestors or at least prove he's one of them, so he dusts himself off. "Hey, is it just me or did you get older?"

Receiving a note saying things were ready is a highlight of Jacob's week. Glad for a chance to get out of the village though, to hike north and find Leonardo so thank him personally for the gift, and finding as he entered the shop that he perhaps isn't the only one with that idea.

Pausing inside the door to straighten his jacket and replace his hood with the cap he kept beneath his jacket. Giving a nod as he takes a moment to adjust traveling that distance without rooftop or carriage. Missing London acutely in that moment. More than he has since arriving, though for different reasons than previously.

"Afternoon, I'm just here for my..." Pausing as he realizes it's not Leonardo before him. "Well well, you're looking a bit... well, different."

One minute they where there together and then the next... Sofia was on her own. She didn’t know many yet, had met with a young man claiming to be Ezio’s descendent, though she was still very unsure even if they both carried the same scar at their lips in the exact same spot. How bizarre. As she’d been left to her own devices some time after arriving here, Sofia had kept mostly to her house with some trips to the inn and the library, spending a lot of her time in the latter and enjoying the finds, taking in as much knowledge as she could.

“Ezio?” The door was opened to reveal him. Sofia looked him over, as if seeing him for the first time, and then stepped back to let him inside. She was so relieved to see him alive and well. “Come in come in. Carità, what has been going on? How have you been?"

She refrained from asking him where he'd been all this time, not one to check in to the wrist device for any networking messages.

While he had been bracing himself for some sort of lecture - it was exactly the sort of his thing his mother or Claudia would have done if he had suddenly disappeared without giving them even the slightest idea as to where he was going - what he gets instead makes something flutter deep within his chest. Something soft and delicate, like butterfly wings - and he knows that feeling. Knows it so well that he doesn't even need to stop to think about what it might be.

"Mi dispiace, mia cara. I did not mean to worry you." Slipping past her as he speaks, out of the cold and into the warmth of the house. "It seems as if this place likes to misplace people. It had already done so once before."

But at least then it hadn't just been him and Malik out camping and hunting down salamanders.

"Where did you go?" The door is closed behind him and she steps back, hands tucked in the pockets of her sweater. Does she hug him? No, his hands look full. Does she touch his cheek? Nah, way too intimate. That intimacy doesn't exist here. "Mi dispiace, I did not realize you had gone away. That is to say—" her arm raises with the wrist device, "—this is still very new to me."

This so-called technology of the future is sometimes difficult to comprehend. It would be easier if she could read it like a book.

Sofia lowers her arm back to her side, hand sliding into her pocket. "Is that a basket of goods you've brought me?" Clear green eyes flit down to it, come back up. "Your way of apologizing for leaving me alone these last few weeks?"

"It is a long story." And for once, he mostly doesn't come out looking back in it. "Myself and another were sent into the desert to collect samples of salamanders. Although I still don't know the reasoning for wanting them."

Seriously, have you ever seen a salamander? Imagine having a ton of them in a little glass box, all wiggling around and trying to escape. It's not pleasant.

"Perhaps." Her words bring a slight smirk to his features. "I was hoping that you might share a meal with me and allow me to apologize." The other hand, still gingerly holding the small bouquet offers them forward, the bright colors a welcoming sight. "It was never my intention to leave you alone."

"Salamanders...? Che strano. Did you and your new companion find what you were looking for?"

Her gaze drops to the offered bouquet and her brows lift. The purples do attract her attention. She smiles as she reaches to accept them. "I am used to it." He would visit her often and leave without much of an explanation. Would she pry? It was never her business.

"Come." Gesturing to the living room where a fire was already going she leads the way and continues to the kitchen to get the flowers in some water.

Frankly, he wasn't supposed to be up here again. Nida had gotten some serious lectures from Dr. Crusher and Seifer and Billy over how he got himself hurt jumping down from a rooftop. But to be honest, Nida had no problem with the heights. The only reason he'd gotten hurt was because he'd deliberately fallen with the intention of getting hurt. Just happened to go a bit further than he'd intended.

Still, it means he notices the motion, and Nida looks up as he sees another person skirting over the rooftops. Interesting.

"Jacob, that you again?" he calls out. But no, the man is taller than that. Strange. And not Altair or Malik because they'd locked themselves away, hadn't they? Well then, he had no clue who the person was.

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