Assassin's Creed

[Yuna Braska]

Christiana was counting out her florins slowly when a man came to sit by her. He was dressed strangly, but she admired the craftmanship... he father would of loved to assess the work and probably would of found a way to improve it. Even looking at it herself she knew that the clothing he wore would inspire her to take up tailoring again. However there was a part of Christiana that wanted to avoid the man, he looked like trouble. She shoved away her florins when the man spoke, she looked and felt extremely nervous. What if this man was another borgian guard in diguise? Did he see her steal the florins? Perhaps he saw the desperate display she portrayed in front of the square. She looked to the man, her eyes flicking away trying to decide whether to respond or not. She didn't want to be rude but what risks were she taking?
"I- I am not sad, Sir..." she stuttered, brushing her blonde curly fringe from her face. " I am Angry. " she whispered after, shoving her pouch away.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"No No, bella," Lio insisted softly, shaking his head. "I was following..." he paused, not sure whether to tell her the truth or not. In the end he decided she needed to be warned.
"I was following an assassino, I wanted to make sure you were not harmed. I saw him tailing you and was concerned."

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta sighed dramatically, leaning against the wall and folding her arms over her towel.
"Why is everyone so pratico today?" she pouted.
"It's all so noioso..."
She leaned forward, toward her... 'intruder', of sorts. A tiny smirk played on her pink lips.
"But, I suppose I should thank you for your strong... concern for me," she teased, taking a step toward him.

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio was curious as to why such a young woman would have a look of such fury on her face.
'Madonna, what's caused your anger? Perhaps I can be of assistance?'
It may turn out that this woman could be of some use to his cause. He needed to be sure.

[Yuna Braska]

"Assistance?" Cristiana was not certain about this man, a stranger simply lending out a hand. It was unusal. She gave a sigh and decided to tell the man of her troubles. " My family is poor Sir... we cannot pay the Borgia. So they took my papa away" She could feel the tears rising. " He is unwell, i dont know what they will do to him. I have to get him out.. that or find the money to pay for him" Her plan at the moment was just theivery, a risky option. But without her father, her brothers would not be able to keep the house with the earnings they make, as then she will have no where to go but out of Roma.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Liborio was very quickly becoming uncomfortable with the situation he now found himself in. A more than slightly amorous woman with... questionable sexual morals was advancing on him with THAT smile on her face. Suddenly, bailing out of the second story window didn't seem like such a bad alternative. Despite that however, part of him began to bristle at her attentions, he could feel heat rising in his neck and face.
"F-favore della signorita..." he pleaded somewhat feebly. "I only did what any man worth his salt should do in that s-situation..."
He subconsciously rubbed his hands on his vest, they'd begun to sweat quite profusely.
The story of the devil and the angel on that man's shoulder was not half wrong, he could hear the voice of reason telling him that God would despise him for such interactions with a woman to whom he was not married, but there was another - slightly more convincing - voice imploring him to give in to the temptation at least once. What harm could it do?

[The Painted Lady]

"Do I make you nervous, signore?" Violetta crooned softly to him, the tease apparent only in the smile she wore.
"I assure you I'm completely harmless..."
A bit of a lie... but she did have no intention of dealing with this man like she did with the others...
She slowed her advance, well aware of the likelihood of moral conflict. She always did have one or two that tried to back out of their deal. It never happened though.
"But you are worried about your anima immortale," she said, letting an... innocence flood her expression. She looked up to the Crucifix that hung over her window.
"I promise, God won't judge you here..."

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio listened to the girls story, his fury at the Borgia growing with each passing moment. He looked over into the distance and saw the nearest Borgia Tower just a few blocks away. A plan began formulating in his mind, and he clicked his fingers.
'Madonna, what say you to a bet? I assure you, you'll win either way.'
He hoped he could coax this girl into going for the bait.

[Yuna Braska]

" Gambling is not a pass time i wish to take part in... " she was hesistant, still not sure about the man. Her brothers had told her about con-men and how they try to steal away your money with the appeal of chance or luck. Cristiana clutched to her stolen pouch on the side of her dress.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Liborio gave Violetta a slightly disdainful look, turning to face the window where she'd looked to the crucifix hanging there.
"Prego Perdonare," he began skeptically, "I do not see that he would not. These walls do not strike as a vestige of the lord."
His hand subconsciously moved to his cross around his neck.

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta smiled, the slightest hint of a tease in the expression.
"Ahh, but you do not comprendere..."
She looked back to her intruder.
"One must understand love in all its forms to understand the love of the Almighty and seek His salvation."
She took another step toward, pressing delicate fingers to her heart and looking up at him with dark brown eyes that seemed to want to win over his trust.
"Only in partnership with another can one truly enter the arms of God," she said, sounding as though she were quoting someone.

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio chuckled and shook his head. 'No, not a gamble. More of a condition. If I leave this with you,' he began, dropping a medium sized pouch full of florins into the girls lap, 'and don't come back in three hours, you can take the money and go. If I do come back, I'll give you an offer of a lifetime. What say you?'

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana jumped slightly at the sound of florins rattling in the bag that the man had placed on her lap. She hadn't seen that amount of money in a long time. She was a little bewildered at the sight, "How do you know you can trust me, Signore? What if i just run off anyway?" She had to admit.. that option was tempting but she was curious. She wrapped her hands around the pouch in her lap. "Dont play giochi with me, per favore. " what was this man playing at? did he want something from her? She was getting nervous again

[Tifa Lockhart]

The Modesti seemed a little thrown by the girl's comment, you could almost literally see the cogs ticking away in the back of his skull.
Only through love of another can one love God? he mused privately, trying to make sense of the theory for himself.
A frown crossed his face at first, everything he'd been taught went against this, God taught chastity until holy matrimony, but now that he thought about it... how did that even make sense?
How could one come to love someone if they did not know how to love at all?
"interessante theory signorita," he replied, his stance loosening a little. "How can i trust you though, considering your conversazione with the assassino?"

[The Painted Lady]

The courtesan moved forward again, now close enough to cover the cross that hung around his neck with a hand of her own.
"You probably can't," she teased.
"I don't know whether I can trust the man who came here... But you are no Santo yourself, my little ficcanaso."
She leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"Maybe you should have a little faith..."