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"I as well."
He weighs the odds of that -- not a lot of people in Paradisa were the type to travel in the wilderness, or else many more would have taken the opportunity and headed out. If that were the case, the situation would need to be truly dire.
Ezio glances at her, just a sliver of his eyes under the lip of his hood.
"We'll take care of business now, and forget all about this in the comfort of our bed."
He weighs the odds of that -- not a lot of people in Paradisa were the type to travel in the wilderness, or else many more would have taken the opportunity and headed out. If that were the case, the situation would need to be truly dire.
Ezio glances at her, just a sliver of his eyes under the lip of his hood.
"We'll take care of business now, and forget all about this in the comfort of our bed."
"Wherever that might be, huh?"
She's always preferred the city to the castle, no matter how drastically different it is compared to any city she's been to before. Whatever they find there will put some worries to rest, in one way or another.
She's always preferred the city to the castle, no matter how drastically different it is compared to any city she's been to before. Whatever they find there will put some worries to rest, in one way or another.
"Whatever that might be," he repeats, squeezing her hand once more.
It's been an eternity since he last walked across this lawn, but it's different, now, the grasses untrimmed, wild and overgrown with dandelions. The city looms ahead, and behind the wall, it could be in any state. Ezio picks up his pace a little, eager to find out.
It's been an eternity since he last walked across this lawn, but it's different, now, the grasses untrimmed, wild and overgrown with dandelions. The city looms ahead, and behind the wall, it could be in any state. Ezio picks up his pace a little, eager to find out.
Away from the musty kitchen, Steph's stomach remembers it's empty, and it hurts. Lovely. She can't actually remember the last time she ate, or what even it was. It makes her quiet as she matches Ezio's speed, trying to remember a number of things that just come up blank.
As they near the wall, she speaks up.
"Should we go in the front, or try and get a peek from a wall, first?"
As they near the wall, she speaks up.
"Should we go in the front, or try and get a peek from a wall, first?"
"... for all the fun we'll have, not for lack of food or potential need to make an escape, right?"
She gives him a weak smile.
She gives him a weak smile.
"Oh, you wish. I have excellent stamina."
When fed well and able to properly sleep, which she thinks she might have trouble doing, tonight. And not because of anything pleasurable.
When fed well and able to properly sleep, which she thinks she might have trouble doing, tonight. And not because of anything pleasurable.
"We'll have to see who has more!"
He's teasing, but looking forward to it.
Upon approach, however, he realizes that the city gates are closed, the wooden portcullis lowered. He gives it a quick glance-over, thinking he still remembers where the winch is on the other side, but getting over could be a waste of time, too. He gives the wood an experimental nudge with his foot –– it's surprisingly soft, rotted out. Just how long has this been left uncared for?
"I think we can kick out a bar or two and sneak through the hole," he remarks.
He's teasing, but looking forward to it.
Upon approach, however, he realizes that the city gates are closed, the wooden portcullis lowered. He gives it a quick glance-over, thinking he still remembers where the winch is on the other side, but getting over could be a waste of time, too. He gives the wood an experimental nudge with his foot –– it's surprisingly soft, rotted out. Just how long has this been left uncared for?
"I think we can kick out a bar or two and sneak through the hole," he remarks.
"Now you're talking my language." Free therapy. Why beat a dead horse and say for the millionth time how unsettling this whole situation is? Leaning back on one leg, her other foot comes down to break a wooden bar with an almost wet crack. It's so soft it doesn't break off, the wood bending and leaving the lower half hanging until Steph pulls it off.
"I'm no expert, but I don't think this thing has been pulled up in a long time."
"I'm no expert, but I don't think this thing has been pulled up in a long time."
There’s something deeply satisfying about watching Stephanie kick the shit out of a gate, and his attention drifts over her thighs while she does it.
“Well done,” he replies, joining her to look at the break. He crouches down. “These gates are supposed to last hundreds of years... I can only imagine the magic was holding it together.”
“Well done,” he replies, joining her to look at the break. He crouches down. “These gates are supposed to last hundreds of years... I can only imagine the magic was holding it together.”
She's surprised it's not riddled with termites.
"The magic's gone poof, or has it actually been a hundred years since we were last here?"
There's a laugh, but she doesn't really find that idea funny.
"The magic's gone poof, or has it actually been a hundred years since we were last here?"
There's a laugh, but she doesn't really find that idea funny.
"... right," she says, not sounding entirely convinced, and decides to kick in another wooden bar. Just like the first, it goes easily, and there's enough room for them to get in.
"Without the magic, this place is just a normal... place, huh? Hopefully that means no creepy crap coming at us."
"Without the magic, this place is just a normal... place, huh? Hopefully that means no creepy crap coming at us."
Ezio figures she can get some fear out with a little activity. Kicking in gates is fun.
"I think so," he agrees. "I imagine the worst we might face are feral dogs. Perhaps some of those, ah... the cuter badgers."
He doesn't remember what they're called.
"I think so," he agrees. "I imagine the worst we might face are feral dogs. Perhaps some of those, ah... the cuter badgers."
He doesn't remember what they're called.
"Cuter badgers?" Something is lost in translation there, though it does make her grin. "Raccoons?"
"Those ones!" Ezio chuckles. "Raccoons. They get into the garbage."
Lana had lived in the city, and he'd lived with her there for a time –– he'd seen raccoons plenty, but there's only so many names of weird little American animals one man can learn.
Lana had lived in the city, and he'd lived with her there for a time –– he'd seen raccoons plenty, but there's only so many names of weird little American animals one man can learn.
"Cuter badgers," Steph repeats, charmed. "You're so precious, sometimes."
She hopes he's right and that's the worst of what they come across. Taking a breath, she easily steps between the rotting wood, waiting for him to follow.
"Shops or residential, first?"
She hopes he's right and that's the worst of what they come across. Taking a breath, she easily steps between the rotting wood, waiting for him to follow.
"Shops or residential, first?"
"You are entertained by the strangest things," he teases, and he ducks through after her -- not quite as easily as she does, given the broadness of his shoulders, and he needs to hold the hilt of his sword so it stays tight to his body. "Shops, I think, easier to inventory. But first, stop there a moment."
Steph stops, turning to face him.
"You okay?"
"You okay?"
The smile really takes away from the exasperated look she was going for, so she ditches it in favor of giving his shoulder a gentle push.
"Ezio."
"Ezio."
"It's still a little surreal every time you do that. Guess I'm still in shock, or something."
But it's by no means a complaint, as she happily walks beside him, glad to not be in this creepy city alone.
But it's by no means a complaint, as she happily walks beside him, glad to not be in this creepy city alone.
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