Assassin's Creed

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana reluctantly took the man's hand and got up off the floor. " that is rather brief signore, do you have something to hide?" she asked with curiosity as she brushed at her filth dress, she didn't want to sound rude when she spoke though. The man just cut down a group of guards and he still appeared to pose no threat to her, her nerves for the situation were still there but were diminishing. She thought of her family, how much her father would be suffering, if the man could help then Cristiana should take the opportunity.

[Tifa Lockhart]

((ditto for me))

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio chuckled shortly at the question. 'Signora, I have everything to hide. It's unlikely you'll ever hear my name.'
He absent-mindedly fidgeted with the mechanics of his hidden blade.
'This is my proposition. I take you in, teach you the way of stealth, arm you with weapons and skills to use against the Borgia. I can teach you how to be hidden in plain sight, steal without being noticed at all. I might also teach you the art of poisons. You will receive a weekly payment during the training, and also a full 24 hours to be with your family once they are free. In return, all I require is your undying loyalty to the cause, and the ability to call upon you should I need to.'

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana listened, her face a little confused. "Train me? A debole donna? " It seemed unusal that a man would ask a frail woman such as herself to persue his proposition. " Perche Signore? Are you gonna help me get get my Papa? That is my first priority" Cristiana strongly said not wanting to wait around while her father is in trouble. However the offer tempted her dearly, she needed the money and it would be useful.

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio nodded. 'That's what I'll do for you before you begin. I'll let you look on and see the skills you'll receive in action. So how about it?'

[Yuna Braska]

(( sorry for all the italian... it's helping me out a bit. I can put the meanings next to it if you perfer? so you dont have to look it up))

"Grazie signore, you are a saint " she praised moving towards him with her hands together. " You are not playing with me, sei tu?" she smiled hopeful. " If you get my pappa back, i will be loyal. " she put her hands to her lips, trying to hide her smile.

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio placed his open hand to his chest and bowed, the salute of the Assassins.
'Then we have an accord, signora. Now, where is your father held?'

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana tried to think of the information she had got from the guard. "I'm not sure exactly, he had been transferred from the tower. " her lip began to tremble and eyes began to water. " I hope he is alright..."

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio knew that "not sure" meant that there was at least some information to be gathered.
'You have any idea where? Not an idea, or anything like that?'

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana thought for a moment before answering. " Perhaps the stock yards near the south of the river. The overheard some guards talking about a new placement there" Cristiana nodded in confirmation. "yes, that would be the only place I would think he would of been sent to"

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio nodded. 'Well then. Let's go pay a visit to the guards at the waterfront prison.'
Without saying anything or waiting, the Assassin disappeared out the door.

[Yuna Braska]

(( we can skip to next morning if you want? So the others can join in. ))

[Elario Luminus]

((Yeah, do that. Girls, post when ready.))

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta wasn't a big fan of mornings. Much less this one. The sun hadn't even begun to warm the horizon before she was on the streets, darting around silently in the dark. It was another one of her self imposed missions. Only this time, the threat wasn't to the girls, it was to the entire house and the living it made.

The cardinal, Violetta forgot his name, had been much too vocal for his own good. He preached of the sins he claimed spewed forth from brothels, and the punishment that should fall on the girls inside and those who ran them. At first, it hadn't mattered. He was just another one of those rigid, holier-than-thou types who thought he ran with God. But Violetta had kept her eye on him. He had started gaining power, rising through the ranks of the Church. People were starting to listen to him. Violetta knew she had to stop him.

It had been a rather simple affair. Poison to paralyse him in his sleep. Then a quick slash of the throat with her innocent-looking fan. Except... maybe she hadn't left the poison long enough before she struck. Or maybe she had been cheated by the street-side salesman who had sold her powder with the promise of effective results. Either way, the man's eyes had flown open and his jaw went slack, releasing a gurgling cry. Though startled, Violetta quickly clasped a hand over the cardinal's mouth. It wasn't enough though. As the man had died beneath her, she heard the ruse of guards. And they were headed her way, fast.

Immediately, she had made her escape through the window, cursing as she had to scale the wall to the ground below. She began running immediately... but she knew they were on her tail. She could hear their shouts, their heavy footfalls.

The sound of gunfire.

She suppressed the urge to cry out when one of the shots found its mark high on her left shoulder, thanking God that none of the others had lodged themselves in places far more vulnerable on her body. She had to lose them quickly. But she couldn't bring them to the brothel, lest she cause more chaos for the girls. That address he had whispered to her... she forced herself to remember it. As her muscles just started to protest the extended stress of her chase, she made a sudden turn down an alleyway, trying to shake off the guards at least for a little while. She couldn't appear to him like this. She couldn't let him suspect... But what choice did she have? She'd have to take the chance.

Wiping the blood from her fan and off of her hands onto her dark, concealing cloak as she ran, she shed the item of clothing, immediately climbing the closest building, adrenaline forcing her through the pain that shot through her arm and the fatigue in her legs. Once at the rooftop, Violetta paused only momentarily to get her bearings, before shooting off once again. The gunfire had stopped below, but she could still hear the guards' yells. It would only be a matter of time before they found her cloak and concluded she was above their heads. They'd come after her. She had to keep running.
'It can't be too far now,' she promised herself, feeling her lungs start to panic in her chest at the lack of oxygen they were receiving.

Finally, she found the place she believed to be looking for. Only, she had to pull up short. The gap between the rooftop she stood on and the next one... it was huge. She'd never attempted anything even half as ambitious as it before. But then again, most of her escape so far had been a stretch of her limits anyway. Exhausted, Violetta considered just dropping where she stood for a moment, hoping perhaps they'd take mercy on her when they found her, and end it quickly. The sun was beginning to rise; what chance did she have left?... But then a shout rang out, far enough for her to be safe for now, but still much too close for comfort. Instinct kicked in. Anything to survive. She backed up to the other end of the rooftop, before sprinting and taking a running leap. That moment in the air seemed to linger, her heart pausing for a moment to see if she would reach the other side. The courtesan closed her eyes, ready for impact. She landed heavily... but she landed safely. Not giving herself time to appreciate her achievement, she picked herself up, groaning a little, before sprinting to the other end of the building to climb down into the shadows. It was only a few more twists and turns before she found herself at a door, desperate praying someone was home. She knocked urgently with her right hand, her fingers on her left starting to tingle and the sleeve of her white blouse gradually turning red. She knocked again, looking around for a window. She would break in if she had to...

[Tifa Lockhart]

Modesti was home, and not long awake in fact. He was sitting at a table in his main room, lacing up one of his leather vambraces when he heard the desperate knocking at his door. He frowned and rose, checking his sword was secured at his hip. He then proceeded to the door, opening it just enough to see out.
He started at what he saw. It was the beautiful woman with whom he'd committed quite the sin the day before. The woman whose face he could not get out of his head.
"The door, bella?" he began, but then his eyes caught the red slowly spreading through the fabric beneath a clutching hand. "Mio Dio!" he exclaimed, hurriedly making the sign of the cross across his body before he seized her by the hand and dragged her inside, pulling the door shut and bolting it.
"What happened, madonna?" he asked, urging her immediately to sit while he flustered through his cupboards, looking for his medical supplies.