| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[enthusiast]

[She stops just a few paces away from him, having been so close to just immediately putting herself in his arms, but his face is younger, less greyed, less worn. It's so startling that she has to take a moment to process what he said.

There's a moment where she gapes at him like a fish out of water, and then she puts a hand over her mouth. Then, she manages to find her voice.]

You're... younger. Forgive me, this is...

[She trails off, hand still over her mouth, other arm wrapped around her midsection. What's going on here? :(]

[sicarius]

[Okay this is... he doesn't even know. Usually people say "you're older" and not "you're younger" and what is even going on. The assassin blinks, finding himself for the first time without words for a response for a long moment.

She is so beautiful.

But the moment passes, and then Ezio finds himself speaking, gently.]

There is no need to apologize.

[Somehow he feels this is all his fault.]

[enthusiast]

[She looks away for a second, just to gather herself together, and then she looks back to him and smiles, best she can, folding her hands in front of her. If he doesn't remember her –– and of course he wouldn't remember her, they won't meet for some time –– then it would do to be in his personal space.]

I met a man from the twelfth century, and then a young man from many centuries ahead of us, and thought it strange that I would meet strangers from years other than mine. I just did not think such a thing would apply to you, as well.

[sicarius]

Then you know me from... [He pauses, because wait what. Why is she saying it like she- man this is making his head hurt. Future? Past? Did it really even matter? He doesn't remember her, and despite him not showing it, he finds that a bit unnerving.]

Non importa. Mi dispiace di averti turbato.

[enthusiast]

[She wants to argue –– it is important. It does matter. But they're in the middle of something much bigger than that, and she knows her husband well. He'll fret. It'll stick in his mind and distract him from doing what he needs to do most, which is getting them out of here and to safety.

In a way, she's glad their positions aren't reversed, if only to spare him the pain of having a wife who doesn't remember him. Even if it's more difficult for her, his life has had so much pain; she will gladly bear some for him.

So she plucks up more resolve, keeping that smile in place, even if she still sounds sad.]

Do not blame yourself, Ezio. It's the work of whatever evil did this. I'm the one who should be apologizing for having caused you distress. It's obvious you don't know who I am.

[sicarius]

[She does know him well. But it's her words that direct him out of the haze he's swimming in, and turn him to face the facts about the reality, currently.]

Si. [The woman is right, he can't focus on this right now.] We should find an exit.

[We. Well, he's not the type to leave others behind, and she is a beautiful woman. Ezio just hopes that the exit isn't in a dangerous place for her to get to, once he finds it.

So, with that, he begins looking, keeping an eye on her but also seeing if he can notice anything out of the ordinary that may lead them out.]

[enthusiast]

[she nods, finding it hard to take her eyes off of him. She's not sure how old he is, but she guesses that he's somewhere in his forties –– and still older than her.

Sofia follows him.]

We should count ourselves as lucky that we should end up in a place like this with a man who is used to escaping from tombs and ruins.

[sicarius]

[Sometimes he'd find that suspicious, but with her, he just laughs. Sofia's quite right, as he's not worried about getting out- it's just finding where it is becomes the whole issue.]

I hope at least it will be easy for the both of us. [The last thing he wants to do is break a pretty neck like hers.]

[enthusiast]

[Falling into step next to him, Sofia can't help but watch him with a growing smile, especially when he laughs. His voice isn't so gravelly, his face is smoother –– youth looks so good on him.]

I manage travel easily, but climbing through caves and all those terrifyingly long jumps –– those, I leave to you, Ezio. I'll stick to solving the puzzles.

[sicarius]

[He's currently approaching the wall, and with a few quick steps, scaling it upwards. Every so often he turns his head to look back to her and look for an exit, which he's sure he sees over by the corner of the room.]

I will keep that in mind, bella. Those have never been my forte. We'd make a wonderful team.

[If only he knew sob. HE'LL BE LAUGHING ABOUT THIS WHEN HE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE, SOFIA.]

[enthusiast]

[She can't help but laugh at that, hands on her hips as she watches him climb.]

We certainly would!

[She looks in the direction he's looking, just in case she can see what he sees.]

Just don't fall before that can happen. No matter how talented you are, I always worry you're going to slip.

[sicarius]

[Her laughter is something he welcomes, despite not knowing her. And her little observation causes him to grin slightly under his hood.]

I would be rather terrible at my job if I were to do so, si? Regardless, I will be careful.

[enthusiast]

There is none better than you at your job, mio caro, even a fall could not change that.

[And he's not using the hook-blade, either. She wonders why. Does he not have it?]

[sicarius]

[Hook-blade? What is a hook-blade can he eat it or throw it at things :|

Unfortunately, no- Ezio is not at the point where he knows or gets the invention. It won't come for some time. Sob future why must you have the most awesome things he cannot use now.

Ezio hops to one of the stones that tilts slightly, grasping the edge and then leaning outwards, hand extended and pointing towards a corner.]

There. It isn't easy to notice from where you are, but it is an exit.

[enthusiast]

[Delighted]

Perfetto! Is there a way to access it?