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 Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 8:55 am
 This, in these times, is the fortress where not much is known. It, in these times, holds many things, such as the Guild houses of thieves, mercenaries, and "escorts". The villa, in these times, houses a secret, its quality standing out far above any other building within the walls, the gardens overflowing and full of statues. Hidden to the common eye, the symbol encrested at the stairs to the villa gives away a powerful, clear message. You have found the home of the assassins of Italy. This is la casa degli assassini. Home of the Assassins.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:24 pm
Clunk. Alex set down the empty bottle and quickly drew one gloved hand across his lips before picking up his sketchpad. A little bottle of wine and some art was always a good way to spend rainy mornings. Carefully moving the charcoal stick across the rough paper, he drew out a rough picture of the cloudy, dark sky and the horses grazing the outer plain before tossing the sketchbook into the grass with a huff. Oh, who am I kidding?! I'm so bored... Alex toyed with his hidden blade a little, letting the blade swipe forward and back rhythmically.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:40 pm
The main door to the villa opened quietly, one of the servants running to the soaked figure. Ricardo, drenched from his travels, had just arrived from the long trip to Venezia. A few of the assassins in the halls watched him, standing in their more elegant, higher state of mind.
Ricardo, though, was rather troubled, his stance far more lazy than regularly. Not only did he look rather depressing, but he looked rather angry. Carlos had made something inside of him change. It was the first kill he took out of revenge, and it had tired him greatly. The servant, though, guided him to one of the large chairs in the main hall, sitting the assassin down and rushing off to get him something to drink.
Ricardo could see Alex, yet he did not care to greet the man he had heard of. Nor did he care to speak. All the assassins that tried to speak with him, even the courtesans, could not get the assassin to speak.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 11:59 am
Who's he? Alex was lying on his back, so he tilted his head back to watch the unidentified assassin enter the Villa. Assassini? he wondered. He jumped to his feet, picked up his wine bottle and sketchpad, and squeezed through the closing doors to the Villa.
Instead of following the man, Alex turned towards the library, pulling a scroll and inkwell from his pocket and seating himself in a chair set before a wall covered with scrolls; he started to copy down each of the scroll's writings and pictures.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 12:55 pm
Something caught Ricardo's eye, but it was not someone wearing the robes of an assassin. Standing, the tired assassin began moving for the library. One of the servants tried to guide him back to his seat, only to have Ricardo turn and slap the man away, his dish falling to the floor. As the man began getting up, he was already running when Ricardo began yelling.
"Away from me, damn you!"
Turning back toward the library, the assassin drew his scimitar, entering. Instantly, his eyes were set on Alex.
"You! Who the hell are you and why are you here? Speak!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 1:52 pm
Alex's hand jerked across the scroll he was copying, spattering ink all over the page. He gave a small sigh. "No! You look what you made me do..." he smiled despite this, and cafefuly wiped the droplets of ink away. "For your information, I was just copying some writings. From there." He pointed to the scrolls tacked onto the opposing wall. "They're quite interesting. What about you?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 2:35 pm
Ricardo said nothing, simply moving toward the man, making sure to keep his scimitar pointed toward him. Looking at the man's clothing, Ricardo carefully thought of his response.
"I...am trying to relax...you are not an assassin. Why are you here? You bear no mark that I can see..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:17 pm
Alex grinned. "Do I need a mark to be able to enjoy some time in a library?" He corked the inkwell and set his quill down. "But if you're really that curious, I'm a wanderer, and I like to think of myself as an artist of sorts." He scooted his chair a foot back. "And you can put all your pointy weapons away, please! I can't work like this."
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:56 pm
Teodara walked into Monteriggioni and walked along casually, " hmm... this place looks oftly cheery then the other places I've been in?" she said with a hidden smirk on her face. she walked on exploring the towns area making a metal map of the area. then she walked over to the grand Villa over looking the town. she walked silently over to the side of the villa; started to climb the side of it. but as she did she happened to look through the window where through a opened doorway she spotted a man pointing a blade to another mans throat." geez, I wonder what he did?" she asked herself.
Teodora listened to them talked, but then she decided to climb the Villa higher so not to be detected.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 5:10 pm
Ricardo instantly took this as a mock.
"A wanderer doesn't belong in the villa. Now, I want a reason not to throw you out onto the hard streets."
Not only was this person in the Villa when, obviously, he is no friend or foe of the assassins. If he was a foe, though, Ricardo would not hesitate to run him through. Not only was Ricardo still angry about the events that took place with Carlos, but now he was growing tired of having to question someone trying to find reason to be somewhere.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 5:45 pm
Alex shut the sketchbook and tilted back in the armchair. "Fine then, you want a reason? I'm a wanderer with certain friends in high places. I can come here if I wish. I'm obviously not of much harm to someone like you, so I don't see the problem here." He quickly gathered up his art supplies in his arms and hugged them to his chest loosly. The big assassin looked like he meant business, and Alex didn't want to lose any sketches in an act of violence.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 5:56 pm
Ricardo didn't buy it for a moment. Sure, the man looked familiar, yet he obviously held no sash or way to identify him as an assassin. Carefully, Ricardo lowered his blade an inch.
"If you can come here when you wish, why sneak in behind me? Now, speak in an honest way, or I will kill you and see just how many 'friends' of yours actually care."
With his sword in his right hand, it wasn't like Ricardo could draw upon his hidden blade to defend if the stranger pulled a fast-one.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 6:16 pm
Alex gave a pouty face. "Now, now, who said I was sneaking? If I recall correctly, I entered the library even before you did." He cast a glance around, caught a look of himself in the mirror on the opposite wall, and carefully smoothed his hair down. He turned back to the assassin and put his hands up in the air. "Shall we call a truce of sorts? I need to leave soon"
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 6:37 pm
Ricardo watched as the man let his possessions fall to the ground when his hands went into the air. This man was a fool, if Ricardo had ever seen one. With a slight rise to his brow, Ricardo gave his final answer.
Drawing back his left hand, he made a large, quick left hook toward Alex's cheek. If this man wanted to leave, then he would have to brawl for that right.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 2:30 pm
"Holy mother!" Alex ducked to the floor just as the brute's fist swung above his head. He made a grab for his sketchbook and leapt over a desk, putting some distance between himself and the assassin. "No need to get violent, now! I'm hardly armed!"
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