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F i o r a C a v a z z a
{Passed through the hands of Solari of the Rosa in Fiore into the realm of Templar Order. Now a turn-coat with tracks to clean.}
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I had a fabulous time RPing with you lot, I really did. A lot of my head-canons were established in the Asscreed!RP, and I got to meet a lot of warm-hearted people. I truly am going to miss you all. I'm thinking about deleting this account altogether, but I'm hesitant because I love reading back to the things we did.
I loved how we got along so well, I loved playing Fiora, and I loved seeing how you guys RP'd your characters. It's impossible playing any of the games without being reminded of this RP in some way.
I just don't have the time to be RPing on Tumblr any longer. You can still find me at my personal Tumblr/personal MSN (if you don't already have it):
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I'm not sure if any of you will end up reading this, but I thought I'd drop a bit of love here before ducking out for good. There's no point in following me as I'm no longer part of the RP. If I ever have the time to RP something decent, I'll keep my eye open for an opportunity to join in some form or another.
I LOVE YOU GUYS.
-Toy
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ooc: BADGER..
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assassino-auditore:
fiora-cavazza:
The courtesan canted her head to the side with a single, amused shake, lips pulling into a loose smile. For a second, she opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. After a little pause, she continued pleasantly. “Your assistants are good,” she said plainly, at a lack of anything better to say. She knew the man he spoke of. And to hear Ezio divulge all of this brought back unsavory memories. Not unsavory because she hadn’t enjoyed herself— horrible, because now she stood on the opposite end of the argument, and she had covetously nurtured a desire to rise above that life.
Fiora wanted to slit his throat.
She wanted to bleed him like a pig.
“Or maybe,” Ezio continued, “I just want to go on a mission with you. Assassino Cavazza.” And with swift recovery, her flickering smile regained its strength.
“I’m not a woman for vengeance, Auditore,” she said, playfully admonishing; her mouth curved into a carefully rueful pout. “I’d think you thought better of me.” I want it. I want to kill the bastardo. “But if it will help you, then I am more than willing to partake,” she finished humbly.
As he was a man that was all-too familiar with the desire for vengeance, he was not blind to the bright flicker of passion in Fiora’s eyes. It made them shine, and although revenge was often found petty and undeserved, he was one that did not quite agree with that sentiment. How could he, after all that’s happened in his life?
I do not need your help, Fiora, but it is always welcome. And it was an honest thought. He was strong, but he needed spice! He wasn’t getting any younger. Fiora was amongst his “favorite novices”, although she was far from a novice.
“Pardon me,” he chuckled. “I should have known. That’s very admirable of you.”
More playful banter.
He enjoyed this.
“It’s settled, then,” he stated firmly, not fully smiling because although it was due, killing was never something he wanted to smile while doing—but he was satisfied with her answer, and it showed in his expression. “It is just about nightfall—we will go from the back and circle around the fortress, splitting up. I will come in from the east, you from the west. We’ll meet up on either side of him, and I will take care of dispatching his closest and strongest guards, leaving him for you.”
“He likes to hide underground, so it may get a bit messy. But you are light on your feet—it will be no issue for you, I gather.” He tilted his head at her.
"It will be no issue at all, Auditore."
Enter through the back.
Circle around the fortress's perimeters, then split.
She enters through the west.
He will take care of the guards.
She will make the critical kill.
The man buried himself in a winding catacomb, with guards liberally hounding down upon anything that moved. Splitting up was the wisest choice, but also a risky endeavor that meant they would not be able to help one another effectively until they have nearly reached their goal. But Fiora was confident that this task would not be so titanic that such things would pose any difficulty.
If she had still been comfortably nestled in Templar favor, she could've simply waltzed in on a wave of carefully woven lies, entered the premises, murdered the man. But things were vastly different, now. She no longer had the benefit of a freshly-turned traitor.
They could not be seen heading in the same direction; so she slightly turned on her heel, preparing to leave him unless he had any further briefing. She couldn't deny it: she was eager.
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assassino-auditore:
“Important?” His eyebrows rose slightly as he considered it, eyes leaving Fiora and scanning the horizon. Important? Yes, of course, but taking down another Borgia tower had become more of a part-time hobby, part-time chore, and part-time duty. Important, yes.
“You could say that.” He nodded his chin toward the east. “The Borgia tower over there will soon be up in flames, once I rid of the captain. I have been planning for ages how to breach his defenses which, surprisingly, have given me a challenge.”
His eyes fell on her again. “However—I believe you may be able to help me. If you wish—which I believe would be in your own personal benefit.” He went to elaborate.
“My novices have been finding out personal information about him, you see—he is an active participant in hiring courtesans. He settles for nothing but the best. I was informed that he often chose you, as you were a Templar and as interesting as a Templar-courtesan could get—beautiful and deadly.” He smirked dryly. “He is an abusive captain, si? I will ask for no details of any of your—meetings, but perhaps this could be a chance to get him back?” He knew Fiora was definitely capable of taking care of herself, but at the time, she was a Templar, and had to obey—had to submit, especially if Cesare put the particular man in power as a Borgia captain.
“Or, maybe…” he added, trailing off. Teasingly, “I just want to go on a mission with you. Assassino Cavazza.”
The courtesan canted her head to the side with a single, amused shake, lips pulling into a loose smile. For a second, she opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. After a little pause, she continued pleasantly. "Your assistants are good," she said plainly, at a lack of anything better to say. She the man he spoke of. And to hear Ezio divulge all of this brought back unsavory memories. Not unsavory because she hadn't enjoyed herself-- horrible, because now she stood on the opposite end of the argument, and she had covetously nurtured a desire to rise above that life.
Fiora wanted to slit his throat.
She wanted to bleed him like a pig.
"Or maybe," Ezio continued, "I just want to go on a mission with you. Assassino Cavazza." And with swift recovery, her flickering smile regained its strength.
"I'm not a woman for vengeance, Auditore," she said, playfully admonishing; her mouth curved into a carefully rueful pout. "I'd think you thought better of me." I want it. I want to kill the bastardo. "But if it will help you, then I am more than willing to partake," she finished humbly.
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Altair, stop being fat and get off your lazy ass to train our son.
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fiora-cavazza:
“As best as I can.” The Assassin was always so diplomatic with her; she considered it an endearing point of charm that he insisted upon being so. And despite the formidable stretch of time that had passed since the last time they’ve communicated, she saw no real change in him. Additional gravity in his character, perhaps. But he was still the same in her eyes. It seemed appropriate. The smile she offered him was tired, but genuine.
“And what about you? I know your work is never done,” she pressed, coming a little closer. You have a special talent for looking for trouble. Anxiety from being suspended in plain sight upon the roof was gnawing at her stomach.
“I am in no more trouble than I usually am,” he said with an air of dismissal. But it was the truth. Rebuilding Rome had brought the same troubles, the same pleasantries—the same same same. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t bothering him. He was going a little stir crazy.
And, because of his familiarity and keen eyes, which never failed to watch even without looking, he pulled out his crossbow from behind his back and aimed at a guard who had ambled up to a nearby rooftop to switch posts with a guard that Ezio had disposed of earlier. He barely had time to mutter a confused “Huh?” before he was down in silence.
She did not miss the cynicism in his reply, and under different circumstances, it would have compelled her to lift the corner of her mouth just a little. But she with-held the temptation to smile at the expense of Ezio's mood.
The Assassin drew his crossbow.
Took aim.
And shot.
Fiora didn't bother to watch; the snap of the weapon was followed by the dusty thud of a body--barely discernible. Ah. Without removing her frank stare from his face, she slowly blinked, lifting her brows as she cracked a little grin. Like clockwork. "But you do not let the lull of routine disturb your skill," she commented. Her hand silently went to her hip. "I hope I am not interrupting something important.." She half-turned, readying to leave; after all, it was likely that she had snagged him from a task. And she was not one to intrude upon his work, though she would have gladly played a part in its orchestration, if she might.
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assassino-auditore:
templarsorceress replied to your post
Grandson, you are drunk. Go to bed.
#okay.jpg
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assassino-auditore:
fiora-cavazza:
Fiora’s careful gaze flicked from his wrists to the lines forming around the Assassin’s grinning mouth.
It had been a very long time since she had last spoken with the man.
The tiles beneath her feet clattered quietly as she took a step closer. “..It is good to see you.” Amid the confusion and complexity, Ezio had become a figure of stability from the courtesan’s perspective.
He had admittedly missed seeing the courtesan, as cunning and skilled as she was (and probably still is). Of course, they had both grown older, but it appeared that Ezio was the only one that aged. She still looked young, and his smile did not fade because of it.
“And you as well. I trust you’ve been staying out of trouble?”
"As best as I can." The Assassin was always so diplomatic with her; she considered it an endearing point of charm that he insisted upon being so. And despite the formidable stretch of time that had passed since the last time they've communicated, she saw no real change in him. Additional gravity in his character, perhaps. But he was still the same in her eyes. It seemed appropriate. The smile she offered him was tired, but genuine.
"And what about you? I know your work is never done," she pressed, coming a little closer. You have a special talent for looking for trouble. Anxiety from being suspended in plain sight upon the roof was gnawing at her stomach.
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fiora-cavazza:
assassino-auditore:
/free running on some rooftops
“Auditore.”
He stops in his tracks, and in a smooth motion, turns to look at her.
A wry grin spreads across his face. “Fiora.”
#MOLTO BENE #any time someone else goes Auditore I'm like ARE YOU FIORA
Fiora's careful gaze flicked from his wrists to the lines forming around the Assassin's grinning mouth.
It had been a very long time since she had last spoken with the man.
The tiles beneath her feet clattered quietly as she took a step closer. "..It is good to see you." Amid the confusion and complexity, Ezio had become a figure of stability from the courtesan's perspective.
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assassino-auditore:
/free running on some rooftops
"Auditore."
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templarsorceress:
fiora-cavazza:
templarsorceress:
fiora-cavazza:
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Finally. Someone with respect. I like you.
It is a pleasure meeting you.
The pleasure is all mine.
#How do you do?
Così e così. I have taken ill for the past several days, but it is no trouble.
I hope you are well.
I am doing exceedingly well. So long as that assassin leaves me alone.
#He is such a bother. #I am sorry you were ill.
--You are being harassed by an assassin..?
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templarsorceress:
fiora-cavazza:
templarsorceress reblogged your post: templarsorceress started following youblock
Finally. Someone with respect. I like you.
It is a pleasure meeting you.
The pleasure is all mine.
#How do you do?
Così e così. I have taken ill for the past several days, but it is no trouble.
I hope you are well.
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Finally. Someone with respect. I like you.
It is a pleasure meeting you.
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motherstabber-hellequin:
the-prowler:
[Well actually not bene because I’m being stalked and constantly threatened by Cesare
And beaten on by the thief boy and oh
everyone else
WELP]
(( Shut up mutt no one cares ))
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templarsorceress started following you
Grazie mille, signorina.
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the-prowler:
fiora-cavazza:
the-prowler:
frosty-fausty:
the-prowler:
I raped her
…….. <SQUINT>
[and this post was also ooc you twat]
((SO I SEE THAT ALL IS WELL))
[ALL IS BENE IN CANDYLAND, AND MY NA’VI HAIR IS READY FOR YOU]
(( o okay let me just-- get my sqruiggly weird-ass na'vi flashdrive-hair thing ready for you ))
ooc: I killed Faustina
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the-prowler:
frosty-fausty:
the-prowler:
I raped her
…….. <SQUINT>
[and this post was also ooc you twat]
((SO I SEE THAT ALL IS WELL))
ooc: I killed Faustina
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