third memory sequence // DICTATED & ACTION

[seventeenth]

[ DICTATED ]

So what's the best place to hit up if I wanna go for a swim around here?

[ ACTION ]

[Meanwhile, out and about in the city, Desmond is engaging himself with a nice, long run through the city -- and over it rooftops, as well. He can be found pretty much anywhere but the castle today, down on the streets like a normal person as often as he up on the rooftops like some sort of wayward ninja.]

[He doesn't have his hoodie on for once, having finally traded it in for a plain white t-shirt.]

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Dictated

[compromisedarrow]

There's a pool somewhere, I think. Not too up on the geography of this place yet.

Dictated

[seventeenth]

Are we talking backyard pool for just chilling out in, or Olympic sized with a diving board and everything?

Dictated

[compromisedarrow]

Not sure. Flicking through the journals, and someone mentioned a pool party.

Would be nice to have one, though. Kinda running out of ways to train. Getting bored.

Dictated

[seventeenth]

Train for what?

Dictated

[compromisedarrow]

Nothing in particular. Would like to stay in shape, more than anything. From what I've heard, this place can throw you for a loop whenever it wants.

[secondchances]

[Steph's decided to check out the pet store to see what it is that a Very Big Dog would play with that doesn't involve bloodshed.

Desmond running around is kind of distracting, though. Whether she's witnessed his rooftop antics or not is unclear as she gives a wave. If he doesn't notice her, she'll just do that definitely not waving, totally just scratching my head thing.

Don't make her have to do it, Desmond.]

[seventeenth]

[He notices, though it seems like he might not, at first. He's sort of wrapped up in his own little world when he's like this, but he does notice her after a moment. He slows to a stop, smiling, lifts his hand to wave at her as well.]

[And because he's nothing if not social and friendly, he ambles towards her as well. As long as they're both out here, why not say hi.] Heya.

[secondchances]

Hi. [Steph's not sure if this is less weird or more weird now that she's learned more about Desmond, who is indeed not a face snatcher.] You seem to be healthy and active.

[seventeenth]

Well, I try to be. [It doesn't seem like he has to try very hard; he's bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet as he speaks.] Makes it easier to deal with... everything, really.

[secondchances]

Definitely. Guess that means you're settling in, uh--dealingly?

[assassino]

[Ezio is sitting on a roof, lazily watching the foot traffic below, contemplating a nap in the sunshine and spring breeze. Sounds like a great idea, as long as he doesn't, you know, roll off said roof.

But then comes a distraction! Is that a grandbaby on the roofs? It is!

Ezio lifts his fingers to his mouth to whistle, to get his attention.]

[seventeenth]

[That's a familiar sound. Desmond slows to a stop and looks around for the source of the sound. He's not at all surprised when his gaze falls on Ezio, but he hesitates before approaching the other Assassin. He's feeling a little Ezio-ish himself and he's not sure he's ready for that degree of awkwardness just yet. But a moment of focusing himself manages to push most of that away and finds himself more willing to approach Ezio properly.]

[He just walks with a bit more of a swagger than usual.] Hey, Ezio! [Desmond lifts his hand and waves, then begins to carefully hop from his roof on over to Ezio's.]

[assassino]

[Ezio watches his descendant curiously, having never seen him moving about "in the field", if you will. He's curious, to say the least, and he spends the moment Desmond takes making his way over to make note of how he moves.

Ezio waves back, and grins when he gets close enough.]

Salve, Desmond. How are you?

[seventeenth]

[The watching doesn't strike Desmond as particularly odd; Ezio is an Assassin, after all. Knowing their surroundings is sort of Thing with the Assassins.]

I'm alright. Glad that summer's here. [Though he feels weird and naked without his hoodie, right now.] You?

[assassino]

[He nods.]

Getting by. I'm glad that summer is here as well -- winter in Paradisa is an awful business.

[cantacquityou]

[Oh, look. We have the same name. In different places.

...In any case, here's someone walking about the city, walking out of a nearby coffee shop with a cup of hot coffee just as the other happens to be running by.]

[seventeenth]

[And totally different personalities!]

[Desmond catches sight of Edgeworth just in time to flail and sharply swerve out of the way.] Woah, woah--! [He stumbles to a stop a few feet later and peers over his shoulder.] Hey-- you alright?

[cantacquityou]

[Yep. Just...startled. And with a spill of hot coffee all over his cravat as he attempted to jump out of the way. And hand. He flails as he quickly places the coffee cup on the lid of a trashcan beside him and flaps his hand. Hot! Hot! Hot!]

[seventeenth]

Woah-- [And now Desmond feels bad. He looks around, looking for a towel or something, and then finally just strips off his shirt and offers it to Edgeworth.] Here, here, clean up with this.

[cantacquityou]

[Well, one may venture to say that this fellow's not entirely a rapscallion, that's for sure. He blew upon his hand, slowly looking up to look upon his object of encounter. He pauses, distracted blinking at the now shirtless man.]


Ah. That--That's won't be necessary, thank you. You may...put your clothes back on...

[thehistorian]

Ask about tea, while you're at it. I've yet to find good tea in this bloody place.

[seventeenth]

Hahaha, can't you ask? I don't know how to tell the difference between tea beyond black and green.

[thehistorian]

If it comes in a bag, then it's usually low-quality.

[seventeenth]

What? Bagged tea is awesome.

[thehistorian]

Bagged tea is what they can't sell for a normal price, so in the bag it goes, where you can't see what you're actually drinking.