xix λ exploration

[assassino]

----- Stephanie Brown -----

She admitted to having affections for me, but acknowledged that they will not come to pass. I did not kiss her or lead her astray, but I thought you should know in case she goes to you weeping.

[He's just leaving her a message, of course. So he doesn't get his ass kicked.]


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[Here's a fairly chipper tone:]

There are conversations about expeditions... I wonder, curiously, why there is so much waiting involved. There is no need to amass supplies nor food when the castle gifts it so readily, no need to search for patrons to fund the expedition, so why do people not simply pack up a horse and depart? Even women and children could travel easily, like this.

People from the future are terribly pampered.

[Meanwhile, you can find Ezio in the garden, picking flowers for his lady.]

Comments

all good <3

[not_like_the_rest]

How bold?

[assassino]

Bolder than any other man here.

[not_like_the_rest]

Sounds like a man worth meeting.

[assassino]

I'd say so, as well.

[not_like_the_rest]

Where are you? Unless, you want to find me.

[assassino]

I'm in the gardens. Where are you?

[not_like_the_rest]

in the woods by the gardens.

[assassino]

So conveniently close, then. I will head in your direction.

[not_like_the_rest]

I made a trail. Just follow it~

[assassino]

[He chuckles... and goes to follow it :')]

[action?]

[not_like_the_rest]

(Johanna is in a small clearing she made, logs around the place. She's currently carving on some wood with a knife.)

action :')

[assassino]

[Ezio is there shortly, in his usual Renaissance attire; a long-sleeved shirt with a popped collar, a brocade laced vest, very fitted leather pants. He might look like he walked off the cover of a damn historical romance novel, if Johanna knew that those were.

He approaches with a grin, sidling right up.]

You must be Johanna.

perma action !

[not_like_the_rest]

(Johanna is in short shorts and a green tank top.
No, she has no idea what your tacky romance novels are, but she is used to the crazy fashions of the capital. She pretends to be surprised that you're there suddenly and smiles sweetly. She knew though.)

And you must be Ezio. How nice to meet you in person. (She looks him up, and mostly down at those tight pants, before nodding.)

[assassino]

[She's pretty, he thinks, though it's still strange to see women with such short hair and wearing so little in the way of clothes.]

The pleasure is all mine, signorina. You are even lovelier than I imagined.

[not_like_the_rest]

(Johanna will step back a little, both to give her room in case she needed to stab him and to show off her body in a very subtle way. She's not a slut, but she does have a lovely body thanks to the capital.)

I bet you say that to everyone. (Grinning playfully, picking up a large axe near by with ease.)

[assassino]

[He gives an amused noise, eyes definitely drifting over her body.]

It's not often I see a woman capable of handling an axe.

[not_like_the_rest]

[It's free to look, but not to touch. As long as your hands stay by your side things will be okay.]

You could say that I have a few handy talents. [She flips the Axe in her hand into the air and catches it again.]

What kind of talents do you have?

[assassino]

[Yes ma'am.

He looks impressed when she pulls that move. This place is loaded with unexpectedly badass women. Teasing:]

My talents are in weapons as well, but more for war than for logging.

[not_like_the_rest]

[[Johanna raises an eyebrow playfully.]

You'd be surprised how much damage an axe can do to a human's body.

[a beat.]

You know, if you're not careful. [Not because she can kill or anything. Oh no. ]

[assassino]

Oh, I can imagine. [He smiles almost mischievously. Guess who has also buried axes in people?] I try to be cautious.

[not_like_the_rest]

[Johanna nods, going over to a log and planting the axe deep into the wood before sitting down.]

So, why don't we get to know each other better? Where are you from?

[assassino]

[impressive. He wears an approving look.]

I am from Venice, in the year 1488. You may know it better as Italy.

[not_like_the_rest]

[Johanna nodded, crossing her legs] You're welcome to sit on any of the logs or trees. [They were around them after all. Pick one close by, hmm? Just not too close.

She had no idea WHAT he was talking about. What is Italy? Half the world is gone in her time. Maybe it was before then.]

I'm from Panem, District 7.

[assassino]

[He sits on the log adjacent to hers.]

Ah, you are from that place in the future like Haymitch. He is from District 12, if I recall correctly.

[not_like_the_rest]

[Nods. Oh, she he knows. What he does know will matter though.]

You're right, he's from District 12 [Just how many people has Haymitch gotten to know here?] I've known him for a few years now. Did he tell you about the Hunger Games?