Broad daylight might seem the last place a vampire should want to be, but Ezio is all too happy to let himself get lost in the Carnival crowd. Festivals have been a regular feature of his life since he was a young man, in the time of feast days for every saint imaginable carried over from the middle ages, on into the modern day's habit of throwing a party to commemorate anything and everything under the sun.
It's hard not to get lost in the revelry, even as old as he is, surrounded by the life of heat and heartbeats. Some people aren't all they seem to be, worth a distant study, while others are 100% Grade A boring humans, Ezio's favorite. He's sampled the food, tucked into a few beers and is out to find a good spot to people-watch for a little while, moving through the throng.
[ Jail ]
It's been a crazy night, full of ups and downs, joys and sorrows, fisticuffs and a few parties stripping down to skins like revelers at a proper bacchanalia, never mind the amount of magic that was tossed around like beads at Mardi Gras. So what's Ezio doing in this district's jail?
Not behind bars, that's for sure. He's all-business the Monday morning after the parties are finished, here in the waiting room and looking for all the world like a Savile Row advertisement in his finely tailored suit, not a hair out of place. Not content to sit by his lonesome, he's up and leaning on the counter, talking quietly - and flirting until she blushes - with the charming officer at the front desk.
Ezio glances up when her gaze unwillingly draws aside, toward another approaching officer that's escorting a very familiar face. Look who posted your bail and is waiting to collect you, bro (or sis, should that be the case).
"Good morning," he chirps, obnoxiously pleasant for how early it is. There might be a touch of sarcasm to his voice; mornings are never pleasant for vampires, shiny magic rings or no. "Get it all out of your system?"
Ezio Auditore | Assassin's Creed | Vampire
Broad daylight might seem the last place a vampire should want to be, but Ezio is all too happy to let himself get lost in the Carnival crowd. Festivals have been a regular feature of his life since he was a young man, in the time of feast days for every saint imaginable carried over from the middle ages, on into the modern day's habit of throwing a party to commemorate anything and everything under the sun.
It's hard not to get lost in the revelry, even as old as he is, surrounded by the life of heat and heartbeats. Some people aren't all they seem to be, worth a distant study, while others are 100% Grade A boring humans, Ezio's favorite. He's sampled the food, tucked into a few beers and is out to find a good spot to people-watch for a little while, moving through the throng.
[ Jail ]
It's been a crazy night, full of ups and downs, joys and sorrows, fisticuffs and a few parties stripping down to skins like revelers at a proper bacchanalia, never mind the amount of magic that was tossed around like beads at Mardi Gras. So what's Ezio doing in this district's jail?
Not behind bars, that's for sure. He's all-business the Monday morning after the parties are finished, here in the waiting room and looking for all the world like a Savile Row advertisement in his finely tailored suit, not a hair out of place. Not content to sit by his lonesome, he's up and leaning on the counter, talking quietly - and flirting until she blushes - with the charming officer at the front desk.
Ezio glances up when her gaze unwillingly draws aside, toward another approaching officer that's escorting a very familiar face. Look who posted your bail and is waiting to collect you, bro (or sis, should that be the case).
"Good morning," he chirps, obnoxiously pleasant for how early it is. There might be a touch of sarcasm to his voice; mornings are never pleasant for vampires, shiny magic rings or no. "Get it all out of your system?"
[ Choose Your Own! ]
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