Ezio's still here (da_firenze) wrote in angellogs, @ 2019-02-15 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | bayek, damien thorn, emmett frye, harry causey, shaun hastings, sherrinford holmes, thea queen |
Who: Assassins and potential recruits (Thea, Tulio, Erik, specifically but others are welcome if you run it by Sar for character suitability, basically people in decent standing and decently sane who are okay with the idea of killing people who deserve it)
What: A meet and greet
Where: Headquarters
When: February 15th
The preparations had been made, and it was time for the newcomers to meet the old. Ezio, in his position as the most experienced assassin and former mentor here had taken up the task of handling the basic introductions to who they were and what they did, and now that he had finished with an explanation of what the templars did and why they needed to be stopped, even if the ones here were more benign, he'd moved on to the rest.
"We ARE a family, do not forget that." he said, smiling at the newcomers and some of the older members in turn. We work together, live together and do our best to stand as one, though we are many. We do our best to preserve the light for others, even as we ourselves move in the darkness. It is a commitment unlike any other, to become one of us, and those unwilling or unable to devote themselves to our work and cause, who are not willing to sell their soul for the greater good, you may leave with no shame for being decent people. I understand the reasons and objections that you have and if you are not comfortable, better that you leave now.
If you think that you are ready, then we are glad to welcome you amongst our brotherhood. Before you've decided for good, there ARE snacks in the other room, and you'll have a chance to speak to the others, si? If you have more specific questions, you may come to me or to your mentor." He gestured toward Shaun, who waved.
Really, things had gone well, he thought, before giving them all a nod and gesturing toward one of the larger banquet rooms, off the hotel's kitchen, where someone had set out a variety of snacks and punch that was decidedly UNspiked. Drunk decisions were no way to become assassins, they'd all agreed.
He hoped that someone DID take them up on things, at least one of them, before the night was through.