I still do, Cesare. Sometimes.
It’s been almost seven years that Ezio spent his life in New York City. Nostalgia always came around and reminded him of his home back in Italy. He missed his friend, Leonardo. He…
Silver watched Ezio drop the baseball bat and step away from him as if he had two heads.
Confusion dawned over the assassin as he watched the other try to come to terms with some unheard revelation.
The assassin watched Ezio closely, sure he was trying to trick him in some way to make his escape. A low chuckle began to rise from his chest, making his shoulders shake.
"Put my gun down?? Do you take me for some drunken Irish idiot?! I’m here to kill you, and I honestly couldn’t give a shit about your secrets about old timey assassins and stupid knights that existed hundreds of years ago, thanks."
"I understand that you are here because they hired you and you’d get shit load of money. But here’s the thing, once they hired you, you will be working for them for the rest of your life. I’ve met people who tried to escaped them from years to years. All of them were either six feet under the ground or vanished like they didn’t exist in the first place."
Ezio really wanted this man to not be a part of this whole business of the Templars. His eyes still locked at Silver. “I won’t escape from you, okay? If I wanted to do that I’d do it already.”
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"DO YOU WANNOO BUILD A SNOOMAN?"
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It’s been almost seven years that Ezio spent his life in New York City. Nostalgia always came around and reminded him of his home back in Italy. He missed his friend, Leonardo. He missed his family. He did…
"You ‘don’t’ have a gun…wow some assassin people make you out to be. You’re pretty though, I’ll give you that." Silver snorted as he watched the other man carefully, taking a few steps back when Ezio stepped towards him. He needed to keep out of the others reach.
"Oh god here we go AGAIN." Silver rolled his eyes and cocked the gun towards Ezio.
"Every single person I try to assassinate- Do you ever get these questions?! How many targets have you killed and the last thing they say is ‘who sent you?’. Earth to victims! You’re going to be dead in three seconds, it doesn’t matter who sent the assassin!" Silver ranted on, but all the while keeping a careful eye on Ezios movements.
"And I’d suggest to you that you drop the stick. Wheres your accent from, by the way? Italian?" he mused.
"It matters to me because the only person or a group that will send an assassin like you to assassinate me is…" Ezio went quiet. He slowly dropping the baseball bat and stepping away from Silver. "…the Templars." A look of fear appeared on his face. He felt the same dread he had back when they took his family away ages ago.
"You should not have taken this job in the first place. You’ve now become a part of history’s greatest secret and the greatest conflicts. There’s a war between the Templars and the Assassins. I was with the Brotherhood of the Assassins a long time ago. Something happened and now I’m stuck here. This place is my home now since I can’t go back. And I really want you to put your gun down because there’s a lot of things that you need to know."
I’ve decided to make a master list of all rp’ers since I can’t barely find anyone that’s active and since that I don’t want other to have search religiously to find that one role player that rp’s as that one character we can never find alone.
It’s been almost seven years that Ezio spent his life in New York City. Nostalgia always came around and reminded him of his home back in Italy. He missed his friend, Leonardo. He missed his family. He did try his best to adjust his life to the city. He had made some friends. He felt relief that…
Silver hadn’t expected it to be that easy to break into a master assassin’s house. This guy was a master, right? What kind of assassin only leaves one lock on his door?
Silver didn’t question it as he pushed the door open slowly, a loud, groaning creak ringing down the hall.
'Fuck.' he thought.
'Thats going to alert him.'
He took a step inside the house and slowly closed the door behind him, slipping the lockpick he had used back in his pocket and drawing a pistol from the other. Likelyhood that his target was armed? High. At least, thats what his contractors had told him. He was also told to watch out for his targets wrists. Whatever that meant.
Moving down the corridoor with the weapon cocked, he checked around a couple of corners for any possible hostiles before he spotted Ezio in the sitting room.
He stepped in through the door with the gun pointed towards his target, his eyes glinting with amusement as he observed his enemy’s weapon.
"They told me you’d be well armed, but a baseball bat? Really?"
"I don’t have a gun." Ezio said as he moved closer to Silver with great carefulness. "Who are you and who sent you to kill me? I deserve to know the answer because all of the years I’ve been living here I’ve never made any single enemies." The Italian’s eyes fixed at Silver. "I’d suggest that you put the gun down."
The constant whirring sound of the machine replaced the silence of the room. A man in a white T-shirt and a black tie observed it closely. This man was Ezio Auditore. Besides from having a stable job as a sales manager, he also liked to invent his own stuffs and trying his best to get them be patented or even be released to the market.
"20 seconds" he thought. His finger positioned at the switch nearby the machine. "10 seconds" at this point, he almost said it out loud. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0". He took a little push and the switch went in the opposite direction that it was. “The machine still running. Weird.” Ezio grabbed his notebook and wrote down everything that he observed from it. “Let’s try leaving it for a few more minutes. Maybe I sure greet the residents of this building.”
Ezio got out and decided to knock on the door of the room opposite from him. He knocked three times.
It’s been almost seven years that Ezio spent his life in New York City. Nostalgia always came around and reminded him of his home back in Italy. He missed his friend, Leonardo. He missed his family. He did try his best to adjust his life to the city. He had made some friends. He felt relief that he hadn’t made any enemies so far. He knew he already had plenty of them.
The Italian woke up from his sleep and got dressed. It was eight-thirty. "Today is Sunday?" he thought. He took a glance at the digital clock positioned right beside his bed and smiled. "Yeah, it is Sunday".
He went into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal. It was nothing special but he enjoyed eating them. It was a quiet morning. Just another day to spend in his apartment and did nothing. He deserved to take a rest. It had been a tiresome week for him.
Ezio placed himself on the sofa and let out a sigh of relief. His eyes fixed at the ceiling. His mind was already somewhere else. The voice of his family saying his name resonated in his head.
"Ezio, you’re not gonna catch me!" It was Fererico’s voice.
A smile appeared on his face. He was drifting away into his imagination. Only to be disturbed by the sound of the door being opened. "I did lock the door. How can it be opening?"
He grabbed a baseball bat that was under the sofa. Ezio positioned himself to be ready for anything. "Maybe a thief?" he thought.
The Kenway family getting ready to go out for a fancy dinner.
"Oh, Mr. Kenway, I don’t think I have more knowledge than you." Ezio stood up and went to the man himself. "Well, we can get more information from all the people. I mean, I can tag along with you." The assassin wasn’t sure himself. Could this be another bad idea? And once again, he didn’t know for sure. A lot of uncertainties were running in his mind.
His fingers were rolling over the spine of a book as he spoke and as he was finished, he bowed his head with a sigh. The Templar whirled around to face him and took a deep breath before speaking once again. “If we are to do that then you’re not to be seen wearing that…” he pointed to the garb and robes that Ezio had donned. “…around me.”
"Do you have any clothes that I can change with?" Ezio asked. "Of course, wearing assassin robes while working with him will surely cause troubles for me. Why can’t I ever think of that?!", he thought.