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]

[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?

[assassino]

[He shakes his head.]

Just an artefact. They knew that in my future, I will hide it.

[hellofist]

[His answers just keep causing more questions and she's caught between wanting to know everything and not wanting to pry. In the end, she picks the polite option.]

Kind of sucks, knowing people... from your future. Have to decide, ask them questions? Let them... tell you what happens? Or keep it mystery, try to... make own choices.

[assassino]

[He nods.]

Luckily, I am confined to history, so what they know is limited.

[hellofist]

What would happen... if they came back?

[assassino]

I suppose we'd figure out what to do with my artefact.

[hellofist]

Is it big? Could just... keep it in pocket, always.

[assassino]

Too big for a pocket.

[hellofist]

Very cryptic, tesoro.

[assassino]

Some things just are, I suppose...

[hellofist]

[Fair enough. If he doesn't want to tell her, she doesn't want to pry. Instead, she'll just give him a little squeeze and change the subject.]

Tell me more Italian? Will keep me from... falling asleep.

[assassino]

Of course.

[He ruffles her hair, gently.]

We will be here for a while yet, to regroup, I think... we should sit, so that you can rest properly.

[hellofist]

[She holds back a sigh because that means moving and she really doesn't want to, but it isn't fair to keep him on his feet. With a nod, she pulls back too look around them for something that looks good for sitting but doesn't have a lot of people already gathered around.]

There?

[There's a surprisingly abandoned, surprisingly dry area with a few chairs not far away.]

[assassino]

[He nods, and then scoops her up bridal-style to head that way. B)]

[hellofist]

[Welp, that solves that. Cass laughs quietly and puts her arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss his cheek.]

Such a gentleman.