action for everyone & private action for the Brotherhood

[alltenfingers]

For the Brotherhood:

[Ezio is stood near the Codex Wall when he calls all his assassins to him, in Mario's Study in the Villa. He has a new plan, a new direction for the Order, and while he has discussed some of this with Desmond, he is certain this is the best for them all.]Lately, the Order has become stagnant. We do not have cause to fight here

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[not_doing_puns]

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[The Spine was restless. He'd been reunited with Rabbit which was always a good thing, but what he'd talked about with Dean when he first got there had him thinking.

So he was walking the streets, frowning up at buildings as he went, expression thoughtful. He stopped when there was the hollow thunk of his foot on a manhole cover, and he looked down at it, optics brightening in realization. sewers.

Anything above ground was in constant need of maintenance just from people messing with it, and in a fight it was a vulnerability. If it was underground... well that would be safer, easier to maintain. Not to mention the best place to make safehouses for noncombatants and supplies, maybe an emergency medical facility.

He had an idea... now to find a map and see if it was feasible.]

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio, having noted the odd robots with large curiosity, couldn't help himself from following this newest one a little way. He didn't know Rabbit, he'd never spoken to him personally, but Helen had, and he was sure Desmond had too. That made them even more curious.

He was sure this man (he was definitely a man, artificial skin or not, he was a living being and deserved the respect any living person did) was curious about something concerning the sewers, from the way he looked at the manhole cover, and he didn't quite know if that was something to be worried over.

Feigning unintentionally bumping shoulders with him, he nodded his head politely.] My apologies... ah, you are new to Mandalus, aren't you?

[not_doing_puns]

[It was an automatic thing, to reach up and tip his hat with an apologetic smile when the stranger bumped into him, even if he'd simply been standing still.]

Quite alright. I'm the one standing here with my head in the clouds. [He chuckled quietly, hand falling back to his side.] I am yes. Lucky guess, or did my gaping at everything give it away?

[alltenfingers]

Aha, a little of both, I think. [He offers his hand, in greeting.] I am Ezio. Welcome to the city, for what it's worth.

[risegloriana]

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[Elizabeth was sitting in a cafe by one of the side streets, book in hand, ignoring the stares at her strange dress as usual. But mostly, she was out because she could be out, because she could see, and for the time being, nothing was going to kill her.

Some part of her however, the vicious part that didn't have so much of a place here, was furious. It wanted to secure and kill much the same way she had in England. Walsingham, she had no doubt, would be proud. But it could wait, because as yet, beyond harsh words traded with Entity, she had no real direction, no way to deal with her frustration and rather strong need for some kind of vengeance. Thinking like this, she looked up to see Ezio, as briefly as she had met him, she knew her manners all the same. So she called out to him, as he passed.]

Signore Ezio, it is good to see you again.

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio paused as he heard his name, turning to look at the Queen and offering her a polite bow of his head, hood shielding his eyes for the most part.]

Buongiorno, Regina Gloriana. [He offers her a smile. "Regina" is simply Italian for "queen" but he did his research and knows her full title now. It's his job to know these things, after all.] How are you today?

[risegloriana]

[She nodded her head in return.]

Ah, so you have learnt of me have you? [she settles back, smiling at him.] Well enough, better than I have been.

[alltenfingers]

I make it a point to know people. [He gestures to the chair across from her before settling down.] I am glad to know you have recovered, signora.

[softwaring]

[OKAY, NO.

What is with people on the rooftops, again? Jensen is just relaxing on one of these said rooftops, when he catches Ezio from afar. Opening his mouth and closing it, he instead goes for looking confused as hell, before just.. watching. Yeah. Gawking is definitely how you get someone's attention, right?]

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio makes his way quickly along the rooftops, eyeing Jensen for a moment before coming to a stop at a short distance away from him. His hood is still up and he absently reminds himself he's armed to the tooth with weapons right now.]

The rooftops are not a safe place, signore.

[softwaring]

[Straightening up when the stranger approaches, he can't help but tense up due to habit, not sure about the guy with the numerous blades and menacing appearance and (he can't help but think of Roque, and that just sucks) everything else- So he stops with that, nods.]

Yeah, I figured as much with how everything's been going to hell. They're pretty nice though, if you don't think about it. ['Signore'. That's Italian, right?] What're you doin' up here, stranger?

[alltenfingers]

Ah, si, I suppose you are right that things seem less horrific if you try not to think about them.

[He shrugs lightly, glancing around absently at nearby rooftops.] Enjoying the view, and yourself?

[broketheloop]

[Clay leans against the wall beside the secret entrance to Mario's Study, listening to his great-great-whatever grandfather. The old man had a point. They were an Order...but what were they fighting against? Aside from the Serpent's Army and Bad Hair Days? He will not admit to how much time he's spent on his hair. He will not.

And despite what his grandfather said, he liked being here. Back home? He was dead. Buried six feet under. To be eaten, over decades, by maggots and worms. What good could he do there? Um, zippo. He liked it here. He was totally fine with being a pain in somebody's ass, whether it be this Serpent thing or his dear, sweet cousin.]

I have a question. [He lifts his hand from where his arms are crossed over his chest.] Are we going to make a map for those of us-- [Pointedly glancing at Desmond's girl.] That don't have the Assassin's Sixth Sense? Or will they just have to rely on memory?

[alltenfingers]

[Ezio shrugs a little bit at the question. He supposes that it is a valid question and he nods after a moment of consideration.]

We will make a map, for those who are less practised than most of us are. It is a good idea. [He considers for a moment longer and then nods once more.] I will work alongside the recruits to create the map for all of us.

[broketheloop]

If only you guys had some sort of echolocation technology in your phones. It'd help with the mapping. [He half-mutters to himself, pondering things.]

[alltenfingers]

I... will take your word for that, Clay. [Oh, crazy grandson, how he loves you, but you make so little sense to him.]