COMBINED CAMP: DAY THREE

[sparednothing]

[The morning ends the heavy storm, bright sunshine beaming down on the makeshift camp. Some of you may be injured from last nights incidents, but at least this is some downtime for you to recuperate. Tembo and Harding are arguing heatedly some distance from the camp, but otherwise the jungle is silent.

The camp is being visited, however. A pack of compsognathus have made their way into camp. They're little guys only ten inches high, easily the smallest residents on the island. They're currently scurrying around the camp, looking for any food to scavenge, seemingly not concerned with the people milling around]

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[hellofist]

Give me new one, for you. Something good.

[assassino]

Such as... amore, which means "love?" Tesoro, which means treasure. Or you could make up a meaningless word, something new entirely just for me.

[hellofist]

[It's interesting that he would suggest love, but it isn't like she doesn't love him and treasure his friendship. It's easy to love people when you see every part of them and Ezio is no different. She smiles and hugs him again, gives a little nod.]

Will try. Will include... how manly you are. Big muscles. All that stuff.

[assassino]

[That gets a laugh.]

That is what I have always wanted from a nickname.

[hellofist]

Surprised you didn't... take advantage. Try to get me... to say dirty things.

[assassino]

Alas, I do not think there are any words for "cock" which would sound nice out of a beautiful young woman's mouth.

[hellofist]

[Does she blush? Yes, but not as much as might be expected. Either she's getting used to his perverseness or she's just too tired to be that embarrassed.]

Will stick with... nice things, then.

[assassino]

[He laughs!]

For now.

[hellofist]

[She looks up at him curiously at that.]

Expecting me to say... not nice things, to you?

[assassino]

Women say all sorts of dirty things in bed.

[hellofist]

[She wouldn't even know where to start.]

Would have to... teach me that too, then.

[There's a pause. A very long pause. That doesn't sound very good at all.]

... Wait-

[assassino]

[He just laughs...]

[hellofist]

[She groans, letting her head fall back against his chest. Some days she really wishes she never learned the whole talking thing.]

Let's just pretend... didn't say that.

[assassino]

Your secret is safe with me.

[He presses a kiss to her forehead.]

[hellofist]

[That draws a smile from her, tired as it is, and her arms tighten around him a little bit. She could go to sleep right here, standing up and leaning against him, if it weren't for her desire to stay awake and ready for whatever will eventually go wrong next.]

Mm, last secret... got out fast, though.

[Since he thought it was a good idea to tell Connor about her abilities.]

[assassino]

[He strokes her hair.]

That was different... and will not happen again.

[hellofist]

[She nods, cheek rubbing against his chest as she does.]

Pretty sure Connor won't... try to kill me, so. It's okay, this time.

[assassino]

He only kills his enemies, none of which are here.

[hellofist]

That's good.

[That they aren't here. She can only imagine the upheaval that would happen if someone Connor counted as an enemy happened to show up in Paradisa. They really wouldn't stand a chance.]

[assassino]

[Or an enemy of Ezio's...]

Our Order never kills innocents, Cassandra.

[hellofist]

[She doesn't expect and enemy of Ezio's to last more than a few days, really.]

Wish I knew... what happened, between our times. What changed that, made it... for money.

[assassino]

Last year, there were two Assassins from your time here. They were researching me, looking for where they could find an object that I had possessed in my time. They did not seem motivated by money, dolcezza.

[hellofist]

It's mostly money, in Gotham. In... that whole world. It's disgusting.

Did they find it?

[assassino]

Our Assassins are political agents. We do not give a shit about money. I'm wealthy mostly because of other investments, anyhow. When I am compensated financially for my work, it is generally only because they have nothing else to offer.

[And he shrugs.]

Even if they had it, it would not be much use to them here.

[hellofist]

[And now she's incredibly curious. She looks up at him to see his face, try to read what this mystery object means to him.]

Does it... not work, here? [And the obvious question:] What is it?