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[aviarius]

[ (clearly backdated to an earlier, not insane, time of the day)

Oh look who is visiting the castle today? It's a totally inconspicuous hooded man! Although he doesn't look all that pleased to be here, were it up to him he wouldn't have come however his loss drives him to such things. Paradisa is callous in it's prices.

He lingers in the lobby, deciding his next move. Whatever he is to do should be quick before the polished floor beneath his feet becomes his new best friend. ]


(ooc; bluh bluh open, please come bother him.)

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[heloise]

[ oh look hooded dude. Lucrezia's peering at him from behind a pillar, making no effort to hide her giggling. ]

[aviarius]

[ The laughter certainly catches his attention and he tilts his head to get a better look.

Unknown company is better than none at all, he has discovered. ]

Have I done something to amuse you?

[heloise]

[ She tries to keep from smiling too wide, stepping away from the pillar. ] Perhaps it was cruel of me to laugh. You seem lost.

[aviarius]

[ He gives the lobby a short glance before focusing on her. ] It has been some time since I set foot within these walls.

[heloise]

[ She ventures closer. ]

Are you headed somewhere?

[aviarius]

No, not exactly. [ The closer she gets the more the pressure in his head lessens. ]

[heloise]

[ She stops just three steps short. He doesn't seem particularly dangerous but there might be a reason he's hooded. ]

Good. Neither am I.

[aviarius]

[ WHAT LITTLE YOU KNOW. But, of course, he is no danger to her.

The assassin blinks, head tilting slightly to the side. ]

You wish to join me? [ Lucrezia, what are you even? ]

[heloise]

[ She's friendly, Altair, you can take notes! ]

Since you asked so nicely.

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna comes in after having had a good, long walk around outside, trying to better get his bearings of the area he was suddenly deposited in just a couple days ago. A troubled look sits on his face as his eyes trail the ground, looking at nothing, his mind deep in thought.

His concentration is broken momentarily when he opens the door to the castle to come in, closing it behind him. He stops when he notices the cloaked figure sitting on the couch.

He blinks, a small, thoughtful noise escaping him. Which such an attire and odd sitting posture, he couldn't help but be curious, so his eyes simply linger on the man as he stands next to the door.]

[aviarius]

[ He pinches the bridge of his nose, head throbbing painfully. When he hears the door he turns his head, watching the young boy enter the lobby. It is not the first time he has seen such a reaction and it is unlikely to be the last. ]

Hello.

[not_mafia]

[He starts slightly when he's spoken to.]

Ah, h-hello.

[.... nothing follows. Never let it be said Tsuna was socially adept...]

[aviarius]

[ Something he can understand well. You would think a grown man such as he would be quiet capable at socializing. Spoilers: He is no social butterfly. ]

I something troubling you? [ As you're staring him quiet a bit. ]

[not_mafia]

Ah, no, I've just...

[There's a bit of a pause, as though he may not continue to speak at all, but then:]

...never seen anyone dressed like you before, sir.

[aviarius]

[ He appears unfazed by the comment. ] I imagine you haven't. [ It is almost amusing. Almost. ]

And I can say the same about your state of dress. [ Though this would be something of a lie considering the amount of time he has spent within Paradisa. ]

[not_mafia]

Ah?

[He looks down at his black and white outfit.]

This would be my school's uniform.

[Actually, a super-suit resistant to his flames and somewhat of a defense against hits as well. Which was made to look like his school uniform.]

[aviarius]

School uniform. [ There was no such thing as school back in his day, despite the fact his up bringing included a numberless amount of classes.

The lines of confusion give him away. ]

[not_mafia]

Yes. Um... [Did this guy not go to school? It seemed like he didn't even know what school was.]

[not_like_the_rest]

[Just a girl in a dress here sitting in the lobby, whittling up a stick.]

[aviarius]

[ He only pays her the briefest of glances, then mentally remaps the interior of the lobby. ]

[not_like_the_rest]

(Johanna looks up from her stick, and tilts her head at him. He reminded her of Eizo.]

Hey, guy in the hood. Are you from Italy?

[aviarius]

[ He cannot help but frown at her... question. Underlying annoyances bubbling to the surface. ]

No, I am not.

[not_like_the_rest]

[Oops.]

Hey, I didn't mean to anger you. I didn't know.

[She gives a cute smile.] Start over? I'm Johanna Mason.

[aviarius]

[ Sorry Johanna, he is unaffected by that smile. He is nothing like Ezio. ]

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

[not_like_the_rest]

[Eyebrow raise. That is a REALLY odd name, even for the Capital.]

Altair? Huh, well it's nice to meet you. I guess you don't like Italians?