Assassin's Creed

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta grinned against Liborio's neck.
"Good morning indeed."

Isabella closed her Zio Cesare's chamber doors behind her with a sigh. Despite her sweet words and promises of the beautiful Roman weather, she couldn't convince him to venture from the confines of his tower. He had stroked her hair, shared his breakfast and told her that she was enough beauty for him for one day. She had offered him a smile, but inwardly, she was disappointed. What she wouldn't give to see the light shine on the dear man's pale skin. For his limbs to be warmed by the sun when he touched her. She would just have to try again tomorrow, as she did every day. For now, she would head back down to the garden, to reflect on her next method of attack...

[theladyraven]

As the thief was waiting, she was actually working the people of the town. Being interested in a merchant's wares, and debating on what to buy always lead to the merchant talking. She was just getting a story out of the man when a familiar voice spoke to her over the crowd. Not that it would matter. The people were too busy to listen to the comments of two others mixed in the crowd.

She did however grin as Vittorio stood next to her, his presence adding an interesting conflict to the conversation with the merchant. She ignored his comments for a moment as she smiled warmly to the man behind the table.

"Grazie Signore."

She handed the man a small amount of money, and picked up the ugly stone in her hands. It truly was a hideous sight... but the information.... she grinned as she turned away from the stand, and held the grotesque object in her hand and began to walk with the assassin.

"Acconsento... but the information the man let slip was interesting. I know two places where they are now guarding small treasures. Nothing that large, but fun to take from the Templar anyway."

She cast a small glance to her sides. Something didn't feel quite right, but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. It could have been the fact that she had something rather important hidden in her cloak that was setting her off balance. She gave a sigh and tried to shrug it off for now.

"Not to mention that a noble woman has a very important meeting about a certain jewel that was stolen."

Fala took a small amount of pride in that statement, though to boast out loud would be asking for it. A smile however, was just as well. However, more important matters were at hand. She waited for the assassin's word on where would be the best spot to go over what she had found.
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Miniona had been in a rather bad mood, but now it was even worse. The color in her face was beginning to match that of her dress as she glared down at a guard. She had caught him abandoning his post. On top of that he was trying to tell her that some man had ordered something and he was just warning the other guards. She was about to raise her voice again, when he spit out a withered moan and said a name. She glared deeply at the poor guard. She had heard it clearly. Bassanio... not many knew he was supposed to be in the area at the moment, so perhaps he was telling the truth.

"Molto bene,... ma nessun rallentamento!"

And with that, Miniona waved her hand, and her personal guards stepped aside to let the man hurry off. She gave a thoughtful glance at him, and a small smile cracked across her lips. She would have to find Bassanio herself. He might be interested in this development as well.

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio couldn't help but smirk a little at Fala's comment about the jewel, and reached into the pouch he had the necklace stashed. He pulled it out and discreetly showed it to his friend. "You mean this one, right? And about those treasure vaults the Templars have, we could use them to our advantage. More florins certainly can't go astray."
He had that feeling now, like they were being followed, or watched. He leaned in close to Fala.
"Be wary of your surroundings, my friend. I believe we may have some unwanted company..." Narrowing his eyes, Vittorio tested his hidden blades in front of him, making sure they worked in the case of an attack on the two of them.

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana walked away from the large roman villa, her letter been delivered and the guards didnt seem to recognize her from under her light cloak. Perhaps she was not as notorious as she thought. To go back to her old life though was not as tempting as she first thought, this life of adventure and danger was... thrilling.

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Bassanio stroked the soft thin chin of a brown haired mistress, having just plucked her from the crowds with a dashing smile and insistent hand. " You Roma Donna, you bewitch me. Sent from the devil to distract me, yet you all look angelica" He spoke softly. They were just to the side of the street, nearby a cart of hay. The women obviously entranced by the tall Venezian whom ran his fingers across her bustline.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Liborio stretched tiredly, not wanting to get up from here... but reality was beckoning.
"I have some business to attend to today, bella," he explained as he rolled to face Violetta, stroking her cheek gently. "You will keep yourself out of trouble for the day without me, si?" he asked with a mocking smirk.