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by Knight.EXE on Wed Nov 23, 2016 8:06 pm
If there was ever a word to fit one Arcadio Alino da Rossi, it would be agile. As apparent by the way he was running from the guards, with a loaf of bread in his mouth, his right sleeve fluttering behind him, and the way he seemed to bound up the building in front of him. Using his left arm to grab at a windowsill and throwing himself up the wall with a push of his feet, "Huh? Ish it e, or are ou guysh ot efe tryig?" he taunted as he jumped to the adjacent building, his words being muffled by the bread, looking back to them. Bringing his gaze back to the building he leaped to his eyes widened as he smashed onto the ledge of it's roof, knocking most of the wind out of him, and the bread from his mouth. Arcadio quickly started to claw his way onto the roof, he could hear the guards getting closer. He looked everywhere, trying to find a quick escape route, when he looked below and saw a hay bail. Making up his mind, he grabbed at the bread and pushed himself off the building and into the hay below. After a few seconds of entering the golden straws he jumped out and sprinted, looking back to see if the guards still where giving chase. Seeing no guards behind him Arcadio sighed in relief as he looked forward, only to run into a man in white. The man looked to be in his late thirties, early forties, his mouth was surrounded with black stubble, the rest of his face was covered in the shadow of his hood. The man looked like he was ready for some big battle with the armor and amount of weapons visible on him. His clothes were a blackish grey with the inside of the hood being white, and a brown leather belt with a odd metal symbol at the center. Comparing the man to the boy, who was only wearing a brown long sleeve shirt with matching pants both of which look to have seen better days, he looked like some sort of royalty, "-re you okay?" the mans voice snapped the child into reality, "....You look weird." The man looked wounded at the boy's words, "Children, no respect for their elders." the man had fake hurt in his voice, "Tell me Child, who are you?" the man's tone seemed to turn 180 as he asked, "Isn't it polite to introduce yourself first?" the child held an air of flight about him, ready to run at a moments notice. The man looked at the boy for what seemed to be ages until the boy relented, "Fine bastardo, I'm Arcadio Alino da Rossi, local one armed freak at your serves." the boy did a mock bow at the end, only for the man to have a smile play onto his lips, "It's a pleasure to meet you Arcadio, I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze, and I have a proposition for you." the man took a knee so that he was eye leval with the one armed bread thief, "How would you like to be an assassin?" with those words, Arcadio's world would change forever.
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