Assassin's Creed

[The Painted Lady]

"Much better," Violetta teased.
She pulled the material of his trousers downward, before knocking him back with a flat palm toward the four-poster bed in the room, adorned with silk sheets and a delicate veil that surrounded the frame.

[Elario Luminus]

As Vittorio scaled the walls of the Tower, he was spotted. He cursed as the riflemen took aim and fired at him, the small rounds shattering the bricks around him. He was lucky to not get shot as he leaped up the surface, dodging both loose bricks and rifle rounds. The Assassin slipped over the edge safely, hidden away from the rifles of the Borgia guards.

Vittorio grabbed a torch from its slot on the wall and slammed it against the floor, sending blazing oil all over the top part. He climbed up onto the extending beam, watching the blaze for a second, listening to the crackling flames and the yells of the guards as they rushed to the top of the Tower to dispel the fire. Just as the trap-door opened up and let the first guard out, Vittorio leaped off the beam, diving to safety into a cart full of hay. As the guards dealt with the fire, the Assassin dealt with the prisoner, and walked away from the scene as if nothing had happened.

[Yuna Braska]

Slamming the door behind her she drew the lock and leaned on the wood frame. The house was still dark and trashed, Cristiana wished things would go her way for once. Lighting the candles she hid the pouches of money in a crack in the wall behind a painting.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Liborio staggered back a few steps before his shins caught on the edge of the bed and he toppled over onto the mattress. Ever increasingly eager, he reached up to seize Violetta by the wrists and drag her down on top of him.

[The Painted Lady]

With a small noise of surprise - he had caught her just a little off guard - Violetta soon joined Liborio on the bed. Quickly recovering, she pressed her lips to his jaw, trailing down his throat until she reached the golden cross around his neck. She sat up then, carefully removing his chain from over his head. She placed a gentle kiss on the pendant, before hanging it beside a much more humble wooden crucifix on the side of the bed.

[Elario Luminus]

As he returned to the Blacksmiths, Vittorio saw that the girl had disappeared. He sighed and approached the blacksmith, asking him which direction she'd gone in. After being directed towards the girl, the Assassin climbed up onto the rooftops to travel to his destination easier. As he moved along the tiled roofs, however, he came across a station of Borgia guards chatting animatedly. Curious, he approached them quietly.
'...that little girl? She was all worried about her father!' The guard speaking made some high-pitched girly noises, pretending to be in distress. He and his friends disgusted Vittorio, but he listened on anyway.
'Where does her family even live? I heard it's a heap now.'
'Yeah, another patrol were given the duty, and it must have gone down really well. The family, all besides the girl of course, were beaten hard for not paying up and then thrown into prison. During the raid, however, the house got virtually destroyed from the inside. It's not actually that far from here; what say you we head there now? It's almost exactly across from us, three or four streets away.'
'That girl might be there as well, so we can beat her and throw her in with her pathetic family as well!'
Vittorio cursed and leaped across the rooftops, not bothering to be silent or stealthy now. Not that it really mattered anyway, as the hustle and bustle of the streets below drowned out his footfalls, and the night produced shadows deep enough for him to hide in regardless of the colour of his robes. Eyes darting around, scanning the houses, he found a wrecked door and made his way in quickly.
'Signora? Not to startle you, and not that I know you're here, but Borgia guards are on their way here now. Grab what you need and either hide or run.'

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana threw a chair towards the man who entered her house, she knew it was the same who gave her the pouch of florins. "Get out of my HOUSE!" She yelled as she withdrew a sword from the corner of the room. She was holding it steady, blancing her weight evenly. Her brothers had taught her a little about swordfighting.. more the defending side though. " Be gone bastardo!" She threatened, she didn't think the man could find her.. it scared her.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Liborio was a little uncertain when Violetta removed his cross, but in the end he let her take it, making a mental note to make sure he got it back later. He grabbed a firm hold of her and dragged her further onto the bed before rolling so that he was on top, lips tracing along her neckline.

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta let him pin her down, moaning softly to encourage him as his lips trailed. Freeing a hand, she wrapped it over his broad shoulders, fingers sliding lightly up his neck and knotting themselves in his hair.

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio swore and dived out of the way of the chair hurtling towards him. Rolling into a crouch behind a wall, he looked around the edge of it. He needed to get to this woman before the guards heard their conflict. 'Girl, be quiet and stay still! Borgia guards are on their way here to damage your house some more, and if they hear you yelling and screaming, they'll know you're here!' Vittorio advised, all the while loading a sleeper dart into the hidden pistol on his wrist. 'I'm here to help you, not kill you. That's the guards job, which they will achieve unless you either leave or hide.' Making sure the girl couldn't see him, the Assassin aimed the pistol in case she continued to flip out.

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana shook her head. "I cannot trust you" She said back "What if you are with the Borgia!" Cristiana couldn't see the man but she could here him. She couldn't trust anyone at the moment, she wished her brothers were here. With a quick flick of the hand Cristiana pulled a knife from underneath the fabric on her arm and threw it in the direction of the man's voice. " Fuori!"

[Tifa Lockhart]

Liborio performed admirably for someone with little experience, but now the deed was done, and he sat on the edge of the bed, tidying the collar of his recently replaced shirt.
"Well madonna," he mused, fetching his cross from the bed-post. "I must admit I do feel... enlightened."

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta bit back a quiet laugh.
"Most men feel something similar," she teased.
Her undergarments had been pulled back on, but she crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his chest and kissing his neck.
"Does this mean I will be seeing you again soon?"

[Elario Luminus]

The knife hit the wooden wall next to Vittorio, and he withdrew into the shadows to reduce the odds of getting a knife to the chest or somewhere else. He could hear the Borgia guards closing in slowly but steadily. The Assassin cursed and went around to the back of the girl as quietly as he could, making sure he stayed out of the view of the entry doorway.

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana dropped her sword when she heard noises coming towards her home. " Per favore, dont hurt me" She whispered with her hand hovering over her mouth in fear. The man wasn't lying, the borgia were coming and they were close. Her confidence was gone now and she didn't attack the man in her house with another knife. She had lost him in the dark room, too overwelmed with fear to care now. " What do I do?!" she panicked