Ezio Auditore da Firenze (
novicius) wrote in
dramadramaduck2012-08-18 06:47 pm
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[There's a scream that's very audible at first, the video clicking on shortly after to reveal a young woman being cornered by some ruffians in the street. It's a Renaissance view, the area mostly like a certain Italian's world. Cars go by and-
Wait. Cars? Since when did the Renaissance have cars? And the men are going after the woman's purse? They had purses back then? What is going on here.
Well, fear not, for your questions shall be answered! Because as luck would have it, there is an incoming shadow of a bird seen, and a few seconds later, a feather sails by one of the thug's faces, sticking right into the wall. Both of them look up, and back, just to see a figure crouched on the ledge of the building behind them.]
Truly, you'd prey on the weak just to feel better about yourself? And a woman, no less.
[It's rather obvious that it's a male, and for those who know him, would most likely know that it's Ezio. Watching the two men, he leaps down, the outfit he wears bearing semblance to the style of the world he is somehow now in. Robes like the assassin ones he will wear in the future, and a Venetian mask to cover a part of his face, are prominent. Another flick of his wrist, and a few more feathers sail, pinning the criminals to the wall, leaving the woman free. For a moment she clutches her purse, terrified, until she realizes this masked man saved her.
Ezio continues to speak to the two men, obviously irked as he stares them both down.]
I would have perhaps expected better from gentlemen, but it seems you two are nowhere near the case.
[A moment passes and then he gently extends his hand towards her, trying to not seem intimidating.]
Are you hurt?
N-no, thank you. Who are you?
You may call me La Maschera.
[His brief rescue is cut short as a bird flies overhead.]
Maschera, Maschera! We have trouble! In the city!
[He sighs, but grins all the same. Dashing away, he climbs the wall again, and blows a kiss to the girl as he disappears over the edge and away from sight.]
[[both Okuu (
omnomsgods) and Ezio (
novicius) will be responding]]
Wait. Cars? Since when did the Renaissance have cars? And the men are going after the woman's purse? They had purses back then? What is going on here.
Well, fear not, for your questions shall be answered! Because as luck would have it, there is an incoming shadow of a bird seen, and a few seconds later, a feather sails by one of the thug's faces, sticking right into the wall. Both of them look up, and back, just to see a figure crouched on the ledge of the building behind them.]
Truly, you'd prey on the weak just to feel better about yourself? And a woman, no less.
[It's rather obvious that it's a male, and for those who know him, would most likely know that it's Ezio. Watching the two men, he leaps down, the outfit he wears bearing semblance to the style of the world he is somehow now in. Robes like the assassin ones he will wear in the future, and a Venetian mask to cover a part of his face, are prominent. Another flick of his wrist, and a few more feathers sail, pinning the criminals to the wall, leaving the woman free. For a moment she clutches her purse, terrified, until she realizes this masked man saved her.
Ezio continues to speak to the two men, obviously irked as he stares them both down.]
I would have perhaps expected better from gentlemen, but it seems you two are nowhere near the case.
[A moment passes and then he gently extends his hand towards her, trying to not seem intimidating.]
Are you hurt?
N-no, thank you. Who are you?
You may call me La Maschera.
[His brief rescue is cut short as a bird flies overhead.]
Maschera, Maschera! We have trouble! In the city!
[He sighs, but grins all the same. Dashing away, he climbs the wall again, and blows a kiss to the girl as he disappears over the edge and away from sight.]
[[both Okuu (

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That's right! Just like you!
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[ It probably translates to kick him really hard and see where he goes in her mind. ]
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