Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2012 21:42:50 GMT
At first he had been unable to even put words to the place. The vast buildings, the sprawling houses and massive blocks of concrete. The people. Oh so many people! And the reems and reems of strange devices, strange magics in his eyes, that he could not explain. He'd narrowly avoided being run over by a car on his first day, but soon Ezio had begun to learn the ropes of New York City.
Today the skies were blue and clear, though the air was crisp and cold. Ezio still wore the hooded robe of his order, and though he recieved many odd looks for it, it had earned him a kidn of silent respect from many people. He looked out of place, sure, but he also looked both mysterious and dangerous.
Walking along the street, he gently pushed past the crowds, eyes hidden under his hood. After a moment, he turned to the side, and nimbling went for the wall to his side, fingers grasping a window and hauling himself up. People gasped and stared at this display of body strength, even as the assassin continued his vertical climb, so sure of himself and his abilities that he did not falter. The people in the street soon grew smaller and Ezio was pleased to leave the noise behind him somewhat. The building he climbed was tall, but much smaller then the others around, a block of apartments perhaps. He reached the roof with ease, pulling himself over the edge and straightening. He was up here for a reason. To look out.
Crouching down again on the roof edge, Ezio let his senses expand, using his talent, his eagle vision, to scour the streets. No one stood out for a long time. Overhead, an eagle circled on thermals. He swore they followed him. Did eagles commonly live here?
Then he saw him. Someone edged in gold in his vision. Shaking his head to clear his talent and once again see normally, Ezio moved to the edge of the roof that met a back street. A quiet little road, Ezio was immediatley both curious and suspicious that someone might be down there.
Again, he moved with grace, dropping down the building's side and catching hold of handholds to slow his fall until he landed in the alley, rolling on his shoulder and then onto his feet to break his fall. The person must have heard him, though they had had their back to him.
"Hey! You!" He called, his Italian accent thick. "What are you doing back here?" He took a few steps closer cautiously. Something had guided him to this individual, but he did not know what. His hidden blades were ready incase this turned to conflict, but for now, he stayed his hand, eyes narrowed slightly under the shade of his beaked hood.