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[haveuseenmyass]

I've heard a lot of people complain that there's nothing to do around here. Normally I'd just start a round of my favourite game, but a princess once told me that the rules might be a little complex for just anyone to grasp.

Instead, I'm going to show you the most entertaining way to travel.

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[stray_cub]

Are you okay?!

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[haveuseenmyass]

[The audio cuts in with a loud, metallic screech. The Prince flailed and snagged the rockface; sorry for that nails-on-chalkboard sound.]

Whoa, that was a close one.

[It continues; hey, he got a good fifteen meters up. It's a long way to gripfall.]

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[stray_cub]

*There's a yelp at the noise, then a pause before Toboe properly replies*

Ah...o-okay. I'm glad you're safe.

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[haveuseenmyass]

[Was that a yelp on the other end?]

Hey. By the sounds of things, you're not exactly okay. Are you sure you should be talking with me?

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[ceilingezio]

It wasn't the first time he'd climbed the temple. Or even the second. Scaling it was one of the better ways to avoid losing his edge, as the rest of the ship didn't have scenery quite to the scale he was used to. It was no Palazzo Della Signoria, but it was better than the ruins of Monteriggioni. And it was something to do.

Climbing down, however, was always the greater part of a challenge. With neither haystacks nor piles of leaves thoughtfully arrayed to break his fall, he had to do it the old-fashioned way.

The old-fashioned way was apparently startling as hell, to other people.

Ezio saw the Prince lose his grip just as he hit the ledge, and any attempt at grabbing after him was fruitless. He heard the short scream - a name? as his hand closed on empty air.

And then a loud, metallic, entirely irritating squeal.

Ezio tucked his head against his left shoulder, successfully blotting out the noise to one ear. "Oy, amico! Come stai?"

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[haveuseenmyass]

The second to last thing the Prince had expected was to run into someone else scaling the outside of the temple. And, in an ironic sort of twist, the very last thing he had expected was to very suddenly and intensely miss having a princess of the Ahura around to catch him when things went awry

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[ceilingezio]

Well, he was talking. Even if it was in English. That was bound to be a good sign. Ezio did the nearest thing to flinging himself off the temple ledge as he could without being designated as suicidal, caught himself a few meters down on a molding jutting out just far enough to catch his fingers on. The motion was one he was well versed in, and by making sure his arm never hit its full extension, he avoided the dislocation of his shoulder.

Federico had taught him that trick.

The Prince was below him - unharmed, evidently, and nearly to the ground. The next time he saw Leonardo, he was getting him to build one of those miraculous gauntlets.

"Sei pazzo," he declared, not really intending the remark to be overheard. They could talk well enough once they were both on the ground.

With two meters left, he twisted, angling his body away from the wall and dropped down, arms splayed in a sort of 'well, what can you do?' gesture of apology.

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[haveuseenmyass]

Give him walls to climb, ceilings to scamper over, and clefts to leap; they all make the Prince happy, but so does a nice, firm ground beneath his feet. He shrugged his shoulder, stretching out the muscle. It was used to the beating, but most of him was. No one could do that kind of climbing without bearing the bruises -- and it sure beat battle scars, though he had enough of those to entertain whole harems with the stories behind them.

For Ezio, he has a grin and another shrug, this time the opposing shoulder. "Didn't see you coming around the corner there," he said, half apologetic. The other half of his tone was pretty laidback, a mix of amused at the sight and maybe a bit off about it. Hey, it wasn't every day he had a near collision with someone halfway up a temple wall.

[shipshapeshipco]

Haha! You Turkish gymnast clowns and your wild-eyed antics! Next thing you'll do, I'm sure, is offer me a deal on the shriveled fore-paw of some rare creature. A comedic standard- the ol' Ruffled Bear Barter Bargain!

When shall you perform next? I would so love another healthy chortle!

[haveuseenmyass]

Hey, if you're interested, I'm sure I could wrangle up something like it.

[Give him a second; he's on the ground again and getting his dignity back -- if he had it to start? That's a debate he'll not be getting into.]

For my next trick, I was thinking pulling gold right out of my scarf. Think people would pay to see it?

[shipshapeshipco]

I would say so! And even in the case that they don't, you come out ahead, what with the gold you've materialized.

[haveuseenmyass]

Haha, you've got a point there! Just as long as bazaar tricks aren't only smoke and mirrors.