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Ronia Appoline (OC) (robbersdaughter) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2010-02-06 22:43:00

Entry tags:

ezio auditore da firenze, ronia

Who: Ronia & Ezio
Where: Guildhall
When: Now-ish.
What: Crazy random happenstance!
Warnings: I'll let you know.

Ronia had decided that she was damn well healed enough to practice, and she was glad that none of the photographers had figured out how to get to the back acre of the property, because they were starting to put her on edge a little.

She'd set herself a row of targets at varying heights and distances, being careful not to stretch her injured side too far when she used it to throw, alternating hands, three with the left, three with the right and then meander off across the grass to retrieve the knives and do it again.

Her hair was pulled back and tied with a headscarf, she was wearing a shirt that left her arms bare, mostly because she'd taken the sleeves off of it herself, her jeans had clearly seen better days, and she was barefoot, her shoes sitting side by side on the bottom step of the back porch.

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ex_assassino897
2010-02-07 07:02 am UTC (link)

Ezio had dressed in dark grey, hooded sweater drawn up so at least he could somewhat recapture his armor's feeling. Petit had directed him to the throwing targets at the back of the Guildhall's acreage; he had figured that he'd best keep up appearances with all his weapons.

He had taken no care to conceal his presence or appearance, but somehow it surprised him when he became aware he was not alone back here. "Hello?" Ezio called, unsure if it was friend or foe, but well, he was as ready as he could be. If it was a new colleague, he ought to say hello anyway.

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robbersdaughter
2010-02-07 07:07 am UTC (link)

Ronia glanced up at the voice, head tilting, looking rather like a curious bird for a moment, "Well hello there, you're a new face." She shook her head then, smiling crookedly, "And here I thought I'd met all the peripheral residents.

So far as she was concerned, it was obvious that he wasn't one of the paparazzi from out front, not even close, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what he was in that case, "I'm Ronia."

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ex_assassino897
2010-02-07 07:13 am UTC (link)

For once, he didn't try to notice any of his normal marks - she was out here, so clearly she had expertise with a knife. Her hair and eyes resembled Petit's, but Petit was - he murmured a mental apology to his new superior - not half so beautiful. This woman was lovely, and looked even more like Rosa than Petit did.

He became aware he was staring, however, and cleared his throat awkwardly. "Petit has just accepted me. Erm. My name is Ezio."

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	robbersdaughter 2010-02-07 07:18 am UTC (link)
	She smiled further, less crooked and more honest nodding once, "One of the employees then, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said, adding, "I'm not in your way, am I? Was just making sure I don't fall out of practice." Which was true, and if she managed to blow off a little steam while she did so, so be it. (Reply to this)

	ex_assassino897 2010-02-07 07:20 am UTC (link)
	"No, signorina, not at all." It was true, but he'd have told her it was fine even if it hadn't been. "Throwing knives are not my main weapon, but I had thought to get some practice in. I prefer daggers when hand to hand." Ronia. Was that Italian? He couldn't place it. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-07 07:27 am UTC (link)
	She nodded, "Not mine either, actually, daggers are good, even a shortsword, hunting knives." She shrugged then, "I'm a knife fighter, I'll use pretty much anything with a blade, even the rizas, though that's a family thing more than anything that's useful in a fight." A nod towards the stack of plates on the edge of the planter she was using as her marker. (Reply to this)

	ex_assassino897 2010-02-07 07:29 am UTC (link)
	"A riza is a plate? I confess I have never heard of such a thing." Ezio eyed the stack with interest, drawing his own thin knives from the leather pouch at his hip. "My primary weapons are dagger and sword, but I come from a family of assassini. My experiences are apparently unique, at least here." He smiled, hoping he didn't look too awkward. (Reply to this)

robbersdaughter
2010-02-07 07:38 am UTC (link)

She laughed, "That's the title, story goes that was the name of the queen who started the tradition, Oriza, and as her weapon was handed down it became the riza." She set the knife down, picking up one of the plates lightly, "Enameled metal, so they're sharp all the way around, aside from a handspan at the edge, here." Where the pattern of crawling ivy crossed over itself instead of just weaving, "And thrown." She held it lightly against her chest, almost like a discus thrower, taking a moment to focus on one of the targets before snapping her arm up and out, the power for the throw was there, and the plate flew true, though her aim was just a little off, the plate thudding dully into the straw figure's chest, below where the collarbones would be.

She shrugged, "While that would hurt, and do some irreparable damage, I was actually aiming for the neck. Looks like I'm a little more out of practice than I thought.

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	ex_assassino897 2010-02-07 10:07 pm UTC (link)
	Ezio nodded. He could appreciate the professional expertise. "Not easy to conceal, though?" The rizas weren't enormous, but they were not exactly the size to fit within clothing. "It looked impressive to me, Signorina Ronia." He folded his arms, holding one of his own throwing knives loosely. (Reply to this)

robbersdaughter
2010-02-07 10:14 pm UTC (link)

She smiled, "Well thank you, you should see me when I'm not nursing stitches." A shrug, "And the rizas are more ceremonial, not really an every-day sort of weapon, that's why I like little knives best."

She picked up one of the throwing knives again, letting it rest flat against her palm for a moment before going through some simple hand-and-blade acrobatics, from her palm to the back of her hand, spinning it across the back of her wrist so the point went from one side of her hand to the other and back again before flicking it out at the same target where it sang along the bottom of the plate, thudding into where the dummy's heart would be, "That was better."

She shrugged again, "I started out with trick throwing, over my shoulder, using a mirror, through hoops, that kind of thing."

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	ex_assassino897 2010-02-07 10:23 pm UTC (link)
	"Very impressive." He hoped she didn't think he was just saying it. "Petit tells me that here, you have stitches that actually dissolve within the wound?" He hoped valiantly that she was aware of this mad time jumping ... thing. "I have never seen such things before." Hence the faint scar bisecting his lip that he knew was noticeable, but not disfiguring. (Reply to this)

robbersdaughter
2010-02-07 10:38 pm UTC (link)

She nodded, "There are, yeah, I don't trust them myself, I prefer plain cotton thread, always thought the idea of something melting into me as I healed was weird." She shook her head, "But I'm still fine with dental work, go figure."

She shrugged then, "And I think I like the plain thread because the way I figure it, scars are proof of life, means you survived." She held out an arm so he could see, it wasn't completely littered with scars, but there were a fair few, some short and shallow, some longer, some deeper, and most of them old, really her arms tended to take the worst damage in a fight.

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ex_assassino897
2010-02-07 10:42 pm UTC (link)

Ezio definitely understood that, turning down his hood so she could see his lip in better light, but he actually held up his right hand, holding it out to her. The burn scar Antonio had given him in Venezia was still there, looking dark and somber nowadays. "My order's sort of ... signature weapon is a blade built into an armored bracer. It used to be designed so that the right ring finger had to be removed in order for the blade's counterweight to balance. I could keep my fingers, but the order still marks its people."

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robbersdaughter
2010-02-07 10:53 pm UTC (link)

"I have one like that." She said, the more honest smile returning, "Blade, that is, not caste-mark, never did get guilded myself, prefer working freelance."

She twisted then, hiking up her shirt so that he could see her back, and the x-shaped scar across it, running almost all the way from shoulders to hips, "Took a battle axe to the back during a pit fight once and walked away from it." She shrugged, smoothing her shirt back down and turning back around, "People started saying I must be invincible, but I'm pretty sure I'm not."

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ex_assassino897
2010-02-07 11:26 pm UTC (link)

Dio mio, but Ezio blushed and instantly felt ridiculous. Even her back was lovely. He almost reached out to touch the scar, but remembered himself at the last moment. Merda.

He hastened to speak, to clear up the silence with anything. "It takes the devil's own luck to walk away from something like that, I imagine. The worst I ever took that I recall was a sword slash directly across my neck" - he gestured, left to right - "but it did not cut deeply. In fact, the force of my own dodge backward tossed me out a third-story window." He chuckled at the memory, though he'd been badly injured that night.

"As for being guilded, I did not necessarily have a choice. My father was an Assassin, but I only discovered it after he died."

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robbersdaughter
2010-02-07 11:34 pm UTC (link)

She laughed and it was clear to see which side of the family Petit had gotten her laugh from, "Sounds about like my family's brand of luck." She said, "Out of the frying pan and into the fire might as well be our family motto, and it cracked a few ribs, but I still walked out of there under my own power."

Another nod then, "That's how Petit's guild used to be, the one back home, anyway, for a good long while." She shrugged, "Glad she's not running it that way here."

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	ex_assassino897 2010-02-07 11:56 pm UTC (link)
	He'd just recently heard that laugh. "Are you related to Petit, then? Your laugh is the same." He ought to have known, when they both resembled Rosa. Oddly, it amused Ezio more than unnerved him. "You could be sisters - both very beautiful, to be sure." (Reply to this)

robbersdaughter
2010-02-08 12:06 am UTC (link)

"She's my daughter, if you can believe it." She shook her head, "I hardly do myself, since the last I checked, she was three years old, as opposed to being a few years older than me." A shrug, the smile going crooked, "Got yanked into the future by ... well, by a bit, nothing I haven't figured out how to compensate for just yet. Surprised the jet lag wasn't worse, really." She added, brow creasing just slightly, mostly because she hadn't thought about temporal distortion jet lag yet.

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	ex_assassino897 2010-02-08 12:16 am UTC (link)
	Okay, Ezio was powerless to stop the dumb stare, but at least it didn't last long. "You look marvellous for having a daughter that age." He teased, a bit unsure as to whether she'd find that funny. He hoped so. "Apparently your talents have rubbed off, as well." (Reply to this)

robbersdaughter
2010-02-08 12:23 am UTC (link)

She laughed again, shaking her head, "You know, her husband was disinclined to believe it too." A shrug, "Apparently he'd met an older version of me back where they both came from." She shook her head, scratching at the back of her neck a moment later, looking puzzled still, "Mostly I just try not to think about it, far too confusing for me to wrap my brain around, I like to keep things simple."

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	ex_assassino897 2010-02-08 12:47 am UTC (link)
	Ezio nodded. "If it is possible, to live simply is the best idea." Simplicity. What a nice thought. Something made him say it, though the implicit possibility of rejection was very present. "Would it be too complicated were you to join me some evening for a meal?" Even aside from being beautiful, she was interesting. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-08 01:02 am UTC (link)
	She blinked, then again, both brows arching a moment later, that was a new one, or somewhat new, at any rate. She smiled again, "I don't think that would be too complicated at all, provided someone else is doing the cooking, I'm not that good at it myself." (Reply to this)

	ex_assassino897 2010-02-08 01:08 am UTC (link)
	"I had thought of one of the places where you pay people to cook for you." Ezio smiled genuinely, less bravado in it. "I assure you, the kitchen is not a place in which I possess any talents." The bedroom, however. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-08 01:17 am UTC (link)
	There was another laugh then, nodding, "That's definitely not too complicated then, the hardest part will be deciding where, and I'm really not that picky when it comes to food, I promise." She shrugged, "Lived most of my life with a caravan, my cooking expertise is to jab a stick in it and put it on the fire until the inside part isn't pink anymore." (Reply to this)

	ex_assassino897 2010-02-08 01:45 am UTC (link)
	"We employed cooks." His family had been lucky enough to have wealth; it hadn't gotten them very far. "About all I know how to do involves people ... charming them, b - entertaining them, and killing them." He'd been about to say bedding them, but she likely didn't need to know that, at least not right now. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-08 01:59 am UTC (link)
	She nodded, "Not a bad line of expertise to have. I think if I hadn't liked knives so much I would have been a dancer, and if I hadn't been so headstrong I probably would have wound up a Rom-wife." She shook her head then, smiling again, "Certainly glad I didn't do that." (Reply to this)

	ex_assassino897 2010-02-08 02:15 am UTC (link)
	"If it is not too bold, I can see you as a dancer. Your body, it is the right shape." Ezio didn't ask what a Rom-wife was; it had the word wife in it and from what he understood, she was unmarried. He hoped. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-08 02:26 am UTC (link)
	"Not too bold at all." She said, smile spreading, "And I'm glad you think so. Probably I could still go that route if I wanted, but what can I say? I like danger, and who's going to be a danger to a dancer except maybe another dancer?" She shook her head, "So I'll stick with what I know for now, though apparently it's not as prolific a line of work as it is back home." (Reply to this)

	ex_assassino897 2010-02-08 03:15 am UTC (link)
	"It is not so prolific, no." Ezio shook his head. "I feel strange doing anything else myself. But I am not fond of the spectre of prison. It would be nice to have a talent as you do; should I ever grow too old for my work, another job or hobby would be nice." He'd never imagined he'd live to grow old, of course. (Reply to this)

robbersdaughter
2010-02-08 04:12 am UTC (link)

She laughed brightly again, shaking her head, "I know what you mean." She shrugged, "At least for me there's always the option of joining a circus again, that's where I got my start, more or less, with the trick throwing, before I realized that I really did like fights better."

She shook her head, "More ... I don't know, vibrant, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I loved the crowds for the circus, but I like the crowds at the arenas that much more."

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	ex_assassino897 2010-02-11 06:32 am UTC (link)
	Ezio smiled. "You make perfect sense to me, signorina." He hated to go, but Petit would likely be looking for him. "I fear I must take my leave. But please, leave a message here and inform me when would be a good time to have that meal." He hoped she would not change her mind. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-11 06:41 am UTC (link)
	Another grin followed, nodding, "I live here, for now, so leaving a message shouldn't be hard." She shrugged, "And I haven't got much of a schedule, so, whenever you don't have an assignment, I suppose." (Reply to this)

	ex_assassino897 2010-02-12 01:27 am UTC (link)
	"I shall speak to Signora Petit." He bowed to her, normally a gesture he'd exaggerate to make a woman laugh. However, he meant this one. "A pleasure, Signorina Ronia. Until we meet again." (Reply to this)