CASTELIA CITY

[paradisamods]

[Not long after sunrise, the ship docks in a large harbor on the edge of a great city.

Welcome to Castelia City!



Tall buildings tower over the landscape, and people crowd the streets as they make their way toward their destination. There are seldom any cars in the crowded streets, as many prefer to travel by bike or by foot, or public transit.

It seems the ship has arrived just as the city is waking up to start its day. With a city this big, one might need the whole day just to explore it.

The ship's crew thanks everyone for sailing with them, as it has been their pleasure. They certainly hope their sea-faring friends will enjoy themselves in the city.

With so much to explore, what will you do next?]


(ooc: The Pokémon plot has begun! Have fun and as always, thread-jacking is welcomed and highly encouraged!

Sections: PROFESSOR JUN | HOTEL | SHOPS | CENTRAL PLAZA)

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[aviarius]

No, I have lost nothing. [ YOU'RE CRAZY. ]

[assassino]

Are you sure Paradisa did not take it from you?

[aviarius]

Paradisa?

[assassino]

Yes. The magic castle.

[aviarius]

[ Another throb, this one sharper than the others. He winces, left hand going up to clutch his forehead. Paradisa. Paradisa. Magic castle. Why does that sound so familiar? Why can he not remember how he lost his finger? Why does he suddenly feel as if his entire life is a lie? ]

You are mad. [ He has to be. ] I know of no magic castles.

[assassino]

[In a way, he's concerned that this dude seems to be suffering actual pain from this... but on the other hand, he's never felt so sure of himself.]

Altaïr, if I am mad, then the rest of us are as well. Just consider it!

[aviarius]

[ He shakes his head. ]

I refuse to listen to this any longer. Treat your Pidgey well. [ Don't mind him, he's going to try and ESCAPE. ]

[assassino]

[Ezio narrows his eyes and follows. Who the fuck can escape him, anyway? If this is really Altair, Ezio figures he can dog him until he proves just how much of an Assassin he is.]

Wait! I want to find out what is going on!

[aviarius]

[ He doesn't listen nor answer. Automatically he seeks out a crowd, hoping to lose him within it. ]

[assassino]

[Ezio keeps hot on his heels.]

Altaïr, wait!

[aviarius]

[ Go awaaaaay. He grits his teeth, heading out of the park as quickly as he can. B( ]

[assassino]

[C'monnnnn, grandad.]

Altaïr!

[aviarius]

[ He considers fleeing further into the city, using the streets to lose him. Instead he stops, turning on his heel and sneers. Ezio is skilled, he knows (how?), he was a fool to think he could lose him.

(his head throbs again) ]

What?

[assassino]

Surely you know what I am talking about, even if as a distant memory!

[aviarius]

I do not. Now leave me be, I have no more patience for this nonsense.

[assassino]

[He hesitates a moment -- how far can he push this?

He moves to grab Altaïr by the collar.]

Nonsense? I know you remember something! What has Paradisa done to you?

[aviarius]

[ Remember something? Yes, yes, he remembers something. Pieces of things. The two other times he has seen Ezio's face. Once like this, another he was older and wiser. He remembers people, places, names, an oath he took.

He pushes it all done, panic and anger pumping through his veins. This isn't happening. It can't be. ]

Let go of me.

[assassino]

[Ezio holds on.]

Not until you consider what I am telling you... or you prove you're an Assassin.

[aviarius]

I am not an Assassin. [ Never has been.

Wait.

That isn't right?

He grits his teeth, eyes narrowing into a deadly glare few would recognize. His next movements are swift, powerful, and damn telling, breaking the hold Ezio has on him and taking a step back. He doesn't flee again, simply stands there, fists clenched tightly. ]

[assassino]

[Ezio moves a step back, too, not really wanting to get the shit kicked out of him, either. How good is he, compared to Altair, he wonders? The Grand Master doesn't look too much older than he is, after all.]

Then how did you learn to do that?

[aviarius]

[ The Order, he was the best, the first to reach the rank of Master at such a young age. He frowns, pushing down the sketchy "memory". It can't be real. ]

I have always known how to do that.

[assassino]

No one is born knowing how to get out of holds.

[aviarius]

[ Well he is! FUCK YOU EZIO. ]

[assassino]

[Hmph.]

Do you remember Aradia?

[aviarius]

[ Mouth opens to say no, but the words never come. The name is familiar, too familiar. Makes him think of someone young and talented. She was a student? ]

Why are you doing this?