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WHO: Evie Frye

WHERE: South Village Fountain

WHEN: March 16h

OPEN TO: OTA

WARNINGS: Nothing, will update if needed.

I. The Fountain

Water filled her nostrils at sudden consciousness. The Ganges? She didn’t remember being by the river or a river. But memories didn’t matter when what she needed to do was swim up and out of the water. Sunlight was glimmering above and easy enough to kick up to. Air was taken in sharply as she broke the surface. Blinking away water she saw this wasn’t a river at all. Instead the boundaries were distinct and she found herself in a fountain. One deep enough for a person to sink in. Unusual.

Pulling herself up the side, she landed quietly as possible with the squish of her shoes against ground. Instinct had her reach for a hood that wasn’t there. Evie’s hand reached up again, feeling for the missing piece of fabric that should have been there. And it was then that she noticed the color of her sleeve. And the strange change of fabric. And the strange lack of fabric. Arms out, she looked over herself. What sort of decency would allow this? They looked nearly like undergarments, so simple and plain. She liked the color at least, a deep blue. Self inventory found that her weapons were missing. No hidden blade, no blades at all, no bombs, nothing. That nearly made her feel as naked as the strange clothes. And a strange bracelet that looked nothing like she had ever seen before.

II. Strolling through Town

She was decidedly not in India anymore. And this looked not at all like England either. Which left, well, the rest of the world really. Just not any of the parts of it she had been to. The itch to pull up her nonexistent hood was still there, however she noticed there were some other people in similar clothing. And others in different outfits entirely that bordered from familiarish to not at all.

First step. Establish surroundings. Integrate with the population. Blend. That was doable. In theory. People liked to talk and once she was familiar with the layout of wherever she was maybe this anxious buzzing in her mind would stop. If she was here for now she'd need to know where things were, where to go and where people said not to go. Structures were being noted and mapped as she walked along, faces and voices observed as well in case there seemed to be ones that popped put for interest.

There was none of that instinctive viewing of her surroundings, not as it had been. There was no glowing of targets or information. Concern buzzed in her mind again but she had plenty of skills to sort people out while seeing them as they were. Maybe they were all important. It was a possibility. At least none seemed to give off the instinctive look of enemies. Which might mean nothing at all.

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"I promise to give them at least double the time we had before I take them for a leap of faith," he says, smirking even wider. Having Evie there again is lifting a weight from his shoulders that Jacob had not admitted to, but is now realizing just how much he'd let that sudden disappearance weigh on him.

He chuckles at that, rolling his eyes a bit though loving that is her first thought. "I suspect it's his knowledge that is behind them. Though I haven't asked Leonardo so maybe it started there." He'd never put that much thought behind it, just so long as he has the gadgets and toys he enjoys. Here, with things so limited, he's begun thinking more and more about those origins. "Not that you'll need things like the launcher here. Not a high enough rooftop to be found," he says, nose wrinkling as his lip curls.

Again though he laughs, a sound that has been lacking in his life for the better part of a month now, at least.

"Laugh all you want, but you're soon going to see things you might find make that a very plausible answer, dear sister." Shaking his head then, not sure what to make of it. "You should see some of the livestock here. Nothing we've ever seen in the countryside, let me tell you. Well, no. Like it but not the same." Because, for one, nothing was purple in the fields back home. "Your guess is as good as mine, but I'm curious to hear your reactions once you've gotten around a bit more."

Though following her about and watching is an amusing thought as well.

"Oh so you think," he says, trying to look innocent, batting his lashes, and failing at anything close to innocent. "There's one more thing you need to know though, because... some may recognize you. You were here before, Evie. Before even I found myself here."

"I had noticed that the rooftops were a bit low." Evie agreed, even as her mind was lost a bit in the possibilities that were presented. Technology past their own. Perhaps even past that of the Ones Who Came Before. The pieces of Eden had never been within her full understanding. Or anyone's. But this offered new insight, perhaps, in the strange and usual.

She reached out to pat his arm a moment. She could only imagine what thoughts she could have, with these pieces that weren't quite answers. Well they were, but not enough. Not enough to explain swimming out of a fountain to meet with one of the Grand Masters of the Assassin's. "I'll regale you with all my insights." she promised.

Her lips pursed with the tightening of her jaw at that. That innocence was already lost. "I've been made aware of that, actually. By a man claiming to be Master Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad."

"That's an understatement. It's dreadful and so... pedestrian," he says, more whining but who's quibbling? "There is only the trees to help, and worse is when you're positively banished to the plains. Just flat walking forever."

He actually shudders, having grown much too fond of London in a short time.

"Did he now? Well then." His tones grow a bit bitter, expression falling for a moment before he shakes his head, reminding himself that none of it matters now, and he has more important things to focus on. Such as Evie.

"Also, not claims. It is Altair, just as it actually is Leonardo. Also, Malik as well as Ezio, and a Connor whom I've never heard of. Unlike others," he says, nodding, speaking of them all in given names, casually. "They're the only in the village who know who we are, but for those they may have told." Such as Desmond and Lucy, though he's not aware of that.

"Not everywhere can be London." she reminded him, having spent time away from it now. Well she supposed her brother had too, albeit less willingly than either of them would have like. But this certainly wasn't the English Countryside.

There was that fall to his face, a flicker of something else that he did not immediately impact to her. Which, given how gleeful he had been to tell her almost immediately about things like aliens or powers, seemed a cause for concern.

"Dearest brother." she looped her arm around his to trap him against her side. "As your now far older sister, I demand to know the reasoning behind your tone. And to arrange my introduction to your new cast of friends."

"Isn't that the truth," he says with a forlorn sigh because that no matter what becomes of him, he will forever miss London, no matter the adventures this place has given him. It's amazing and wondrous in so many ways, but the skyline leaves so much to be desired.

"The introductions will be easy. There's the assassins, many of whom you can meet by staying near the forge in the north, and then Hawke certainly. She is going to love you," he says, smiling fondly. "And most of the others you can meet around the Inn. There's food and fire there, as you have likely already found I'm sure, so it's where most but the stalwart living to the north congregate."

Certainly avoiding speaking about the rest as he gives her a sidelong look. "Oh that I am never going to live down, am I?" He's certain of that. "And it's really nothing. Just a bit of a nothing that I made to be too much in my head. The one and only time I'll admit to you that I was a fool and I've learned from it."

He's learned nothing, but that doesn't mean he's not been hurt by it.

"Food and fire? In an Inn?" her free hand fluttered to her chest dramatically. It seemed the easy part to focus on for now. How many people there were seemed like it would be more on par with a village with the buildings she was seeing. "Such advanced and unknown technology. Tell me, are you even able to have a pint?"

But she preened for a moment at the assertion of her age and thus the need for his deference. Older and wiser, which was always true but now the impact seemed greater. But the eyebrow curved up as she patted his elbow in her grasp. "If you don't tell me, I'll just find out on my own."

"Given most of the houses don't have either, keep it up," he says, rolling his eyes. "And you've come in on the end of the snow so..." He glances at her, snorting. "No. No beer, though someone makes a liquor that you can get in the kitchen with a strong kick."

Of course he's tasted it. A few times. Just to see how it comes out.

He sighs, strolling along as he considers how to talk about this. "Okay, in fairness? You won't. Only two people know about it and he won't talk, he admits. "I found myself enamored of a gentleman, and I thought it was mutual. Sadly, it turns out he was caught up between two others, and using me as a distraction. I'll get over it," he says, shrugging, still trying to dismiss it.

That actually did surprise her. Such a strange jarring put together of the entirely futuristic and, well, she wasn't even sure. Even in her now fairly extensive travels there had always been something resembling a pint. "No beer at all?" Curiouser and Curiouser. "Is it from lack of materials or lack of fermentable plantlife?"

They both knew that they each had unique ways of getting people to talk. Though, luckily at least a bit of her curiosity was sated, with a tighter grip on her brother's arm. Heartbreak was something that was common, she had been lucky with Henry. Oh, Henry. "Are you certain you don't want me to stab them?" she asked with a half hearted joke of a smile. "I'm very good at it."

"Lack of livable life here," he says, rolling his eyes. "No yeast, but what's wild I've been told. They're working on it, but it has yet to appear," he laments, the pain loud and clear in his voice.

Jacob is quite a moment though at that offer, not looking nearly as amused. "As amazing as you are with a blade, dear sister, I suspect trying to take on this particular person in such a way might well end in your pain. You are good. He is perhaps better," he admits, giving her a pointed look because there are so very few whom he might consider better than either of them, and what training that would take.