ąųdįţǫŗę (mentori) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-08-15 18:08:00 |
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It was definitely a good time to get out of America for a while. Evie needed to let loose a bit, especially after running into Yang and Blake. That had just been entirely awkward. She didn’t know if they were even together , but she didn’t want to know. She had just wanted to get out of that situation before she couldn’t stand it anymore. Luckily for both her and Ezio, Evie kept a map of the Middle East in her flat. It had pins stuck in it that were color coded, showing active terrorist cells and other such hotspots around the area. So it was easy to pick a place for them to take down. Considering there were two of them now, Evie felt they could go for a larger cell. Two Assassins working from the shadows could do a lot of damage. Especially with Evie being able to be invisible when still now. The trip there had been a little roundabout, mostly to not raise eyebrows. And considering Evie’s day job, she didn’t want her superiors getting suspicious. But they’d managed to finally arrive at their chosen target. Evie was clad in her Bloofer Lady Outfit. It seemed more ostentatious than an Assassin would typically go for, but it was a surprisingly good outfit. It was also black and red, easy to blend into shadows with. She was armed with one of her pistols from the dreams, and one of her cane swords, along with her Assassin’s gauntlet, which not only held her hidden blade, but she could use it for ziplines. Too bad she wasn’t a tech person, otherwise she’d rig Ezio’s gauntlet with one if he wanted it. She had her hood pulled up and she was crouched, taking stock of the area. “Alright, the fortifications seem to be as we expected. Doesn’t look like there’s any surprises for us in that respect.” Oh yes, Ezio definitely wanted his gauntlet fixed up with a zipline - usually he was fine with freerunning and leaping, like a very large cat with enhanced genetics, but the zipline allowed for more swinging. Or perhaps even walking a tightrope - that was exciting. But all of the weapons upgrades had been done by da Vinci, in his time. And da Vinci was not here. Alas - a shame in more ways than one. He had his robes, the infamous hood which concealed his face from view and on the belt he wore there were a myriad of choices - bullets, poison vials, smoke bombs, and vials of medicine if need be. The preference was the dual hidden blade as opposed to the gun or the poisoned dart firing option, but he could switch them out as necessary. “Bene, bella,” he said, checking the mechanism on his arm. It was perfect, in perfect working order. Ezio needed this. He needed space. His dreams were finished (because he was dead, he supposed he technically died and left a legacy behind but was it all for nothing?) and he hadn’t even had a chance to really talk about them or process because the situation with Elijah’s family was, to put it bluntly, suffocating. It had been a dark looming cloud since they got together but Ezio had been stubborn enough to want to try and navigate through that - and yet it was proving difficult for even a headstrong person such as him. “Should we smoke them out, and then emerge from the shadows and attack? Or slip inside?” he asked, and he’d leave it up to Evie. Both options were equally fun. The desert was also unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. The stiff, dry breeze and not even the wispiest of clouds to soften the heat of the sun - during the day, each breath was like drowning in a pool of lava but at night the cactus looked like ghost ships in an endless sea. Such a different picture. They were in Bahrain, the terrorist cell in question part of a network meant to disrupt the stability of the kingdom - it was always like this in the Middle East. They’d been warring for centuries, and would peace ever be declared? Who knew. The zipline certainly had its advantages. Evie didn’t mind the free running and leaping either, but sometimes a building was too far away to leap to, and being able to shoot a zipline across was both easier and faster than scaling down one building, running to the other one, and scaling that one. Especially with modern buildings that tended to be different heights with a bit of space between them in the larger cities. Though perhaps there was someone that was tech savy in Orange County that could hook Ezio up with one. Evie did have a couple gauntlets to serve as models. At the question, Evie took some moments to assess the area. There was no danger of innocents getting caught in the crossfire. She’d ensured that her intel included if they had any prisoners or not. After all, slipping inside quietly would have been the only option in that case to protect the innocent people and set them free. “Currently, I would favor smoking them out. I could use a good fight.” She glanced at Ezio, a hint of a smirk on her face. “Besides, under the cover of smoke, two of us could seem like an army of a hundred to them.” Assassins getting in, striking quickly with lethal precision. It would be enough to cause even the most steadfast Templar to be anxious when they could not see an Assassin. “Then smoke it will be,” Ezio chuckled, feeling invigorated by Evie’s enthusiasm. “I could also use a good fight, bella. But that is a story for later, as I am sure yours is too.” They didn’t have a chance to vent or discuss life’s circumstances in detail now - but afterward, once aggression had been taken out on those who were deserving of such things. Ezio had made a few good friends he could trust, and he did not trust very easily - Dan, Qrow, Katherine. Evie was close to him too. He respected her very much. Pulling the smoke bomb from the pouch on his belt reminded him of another close friend, Leonardo, since he had been the one to craft these with his expert hands (innuendo intended). All until Ezio had been tutored in the ways of crafting bombs by the Master Assassin Piri Reis - then Ezio personally developed quite a knack for it. Gunpowder and the special ingredient, the salt of Petra - he clicked the wheel of the lighter he had with him, sparking the fuse, and tossed it into an open window of the structure. “Decoy bomb,” he explained. “Creates the illusion of a fire - they will rush out and you, of course, may go first, mia cara.” It was only polite to offer the lady first dibs on the scurrying ants. “When we’re done here, we can talk over drinks.” After they both changed and cleaned up, of course. It was very dusty, and what they were about to do would get rather bloody. With luck, they’d both avoid injury as long as they stuck to the shadows. Evie had no desire to get in a hand-to-hand fight with any of them, though that was why she’d brought her cane-sword. It was just another blade to be used that could also help disarm targets when aimed correctly. Yet with that, she wouldn’t mind punching terrorists in the face. She had some emotions to work out, ones that she’d pushed down inside of her. If they weren’t released in some way, she would start to become very bitchy and snappy with those close to her. Though right now, Ezio was about her only friend. She still needed time to heal before she could try and pursue a friendship with Yang. She needed more friends, but Evie was hyper-focused on her job to really want to go out and meet people. Working was her answer to getting her heart broken. It wasn’t healthy, especially the way she was doing it, but she was a soldier, an Assassin, and she’d keep calm and carry on. Watching Ezio toss the smoke bomb through a window, she readied herself, eyes sharp on the exit point. “You are too kind, my friend,” Evie responded with a bit of a smirk. That’s when she saw some figures rushing out. Evie didn’t waste any time, and she sprung into action. She landed behind one, a flick of her left wrist exposed her hidden blade, and she drove it into his back and through vital organs. Pulling her hand free, he collapsed silently to the ground. Evie drove her blade home into two other targets before they even knew she was there. She then disappeared, quickly scaling the building and crouching on the roof, waiting for Ezio to move while also taking note of how many she could see coming out. Some bombs were crafted to create distractions, others were for creating chaos - depends what went into them, but this one did its’ job. The illusion of a fire could only be seen by the targets and it resembled ants scurrying out of their hills. It was night in the desert, calm and peaceful and desolate (and cold - Ezio had never felt cold like this before, which was interesting considering how hot it was when the sun was up) but Assassins were trained to kill stealthily at any time of day. Could be noon and they’d be killing Templar scum (or in this case, terrorist scum), did not matter. The idea was to move in and then escape quickly, which he did. He knew Evie was on the roof, so he kind of made his way around the lone building in the middle of nowhere - thwick, there went the hidden blades, all protracted. Eagle Sense switched on, he followed the red. The blades pierced flesh as he traversed his path, skin torn to shreds and the gouging of nerves. Bodies fell with gaping holes in their backs - inside, he could hear shouting and the assembly of weapons. Let them come out, then. Or perhaps they’d just blow themselves (and the cell) sky-high. This was one of the better parts of being an Assassin. The cloak and dagger was right up Evie’s alley. And she did so enjoy playing cat and mouse. From her perch, she activated her Eagle Sense, watching the scurrying red mice below. She calculated their paths, forming her plan of attack. Then, with a plan in place, and noting where Ezio was, Evie leapt into the fray again. She used her hidden blade, silently picking off the mice one by one. Stopping, she crouched again, and she remained unmoving long enough that she then became invisible to all except anyone who was very close to her. Her gaze was fixed on the building they were coming out of. She heard them readying weapons, attempting to mount a counterattack. A smirk crossed her face and she clutched her cane-sword tighter in her hand. Let them come, she was ready. Dodging bullets was difficult, but if she timed her strikes, she could dislodge weapons. A few more mice came scurrying out of the building, guns at the ready. One came close to Evie, not knowing she was even there. She flicked her cane upwards, knocking the semi-automatic weapon out of the man’s hands. Evie drove the head of the cane into the side of the man’s hand, which also allowed her to twist the cane enough to pull it apart, revealing the blade that she drove into midsection. Merda, Ezio hated using the hidden gun mechanism - it was convenient, sometimes, but unfortunately very loud. He didn’t bother with it now but did load up on poison darts. They were, literally, as silent as a pin drop - and they worked quickly, sapping energy to the point where death settled over the victim like a shroud. They were good in crowds. Enabled him to kill from a distance, and do so while blending in large groups of sheeple. “Che nessuno recordi I'll tuo nome. Requiescat in pace,” he told the dead man walking - or dead man on the ground, all life gone from his eyes. Ezio didn’t really pause much over it, however. May no one remember your name - oh, and he meant that. Terrorists were some of the worst kinds of scum to him, people who used fear to try to control others. They could rot in whatever Hell existed, if any, for all he cared. In addition to the craft of killing being something that was about precision and stealth, it also was about assessing the current situation. Dodging attacks. At one point it felt like he was playing limbo, leaning back and twisting around to outmaneuver knife blades and bullets. Then he heard click, pop, and of course - kaboom. Explosions going off. Fireworks. Rather than shout Evie’s name, he let his senses pick up on her presence, searching for blue amongst the red. Evie had a pistol as well, but she refused to use it unless it was her last option. She was a master of stealth, and guns were the opposite of stealthy. It might be appropriate to use a gun in this situation, but that wasn’t why she was here. She was here to work out some pent up emotions. Just as Ezio did his dance of death, so did she. Dodging attacks, using the smoke and confusion to her advantage. She struck with her cane-sword and her hidden blade, kicking up dust and sand with her movements. But then she heard the unmistakable kaboom, flinching in reaction to it. While she wasn’t one of the soldiers that had PTSD from being in a war zone, the explosion did serve to put her more into her soldier mindset as opposed to her Assassin one. Unlike some who would run away from explosions, Evie was ready to run towards it. Bullets were flying, and Evie quickly ducked into some cover. “Bollocks,” she cursed under her breath. She could use an assault rifle right about now. Evie glanced around, trying to make sense of the situation, and she caught sight of Ezio, the friendly blue standing out amongst the red. Before she did something stupid like grab a gun from one of the dead terrorists, she started to make her way towards Ezio. Glass shattered, foundations crumbled - the cell seemed to be comprised of a few different structures, and they were all falling in on themselves like a bad souffle. Smoke was also starting to become thick and uncomfortable but it also provided good cover - for those with extra senses, anyway, not so much the ones they were hunting. For them it would just be confusing. He met Evie halfway, after vaulting over debris and twisting to avoid shrapnel. This was turning out to be more fun than he anticipated. “There are not many left, it just looks worse because of the smoke,” he said, and handed her a present. It was one of those semiautomatic rifles - you know, the kind you could easily buy at Wal-Mart in the States with essentially no qualifications or identifications. Enjoy. “That should come in handy, no?” The smoke was a welcome cover, even if they should be careful about how far into it they got. Evie would rather not cough up a lung while she was trying to eliminate the terrorists. Though Ezio was onto something, this was turning out to be far more exciting than she’d anticipated. It reminded her of that trek after the Piece of Eden that had ended with the artifact exploding and taking out that entire lab. Evie had nearly gone with it, only narrowly missing getting crushed by falling debris a few times during her escape. At least she wasn’t underground this time. When Ezio handed her the semiautomatic rifle, she had to smile, though it wasn’t her typical smile. This was a more dangerous kind of smile as she quickly checked the ammo in the gun before slipping the clip back in and getting it loaded. “You have no idea,” she responded before lifting the gun. With her extra senses, it was easy to spot the enemy. It was even easier to pick them off. She was a very good shot. “Have you ever shot a gun before?” She asked between picking her targets and taking them down. He liked that grin on her face a bit more than he should - truly an infectious grin, something mirrored on Ezio and he gave a small chuckle. Being in the midst of a warzone did not really even phase him - so he’d just cover Evie while she shot at the targets. Good practice that way too. “Just with the gun on this,” he tapped his wrist. “But obviously in this day and age the weapon is a lot more advanced. I did not really care for guns back then and I still don’t.” No, he preferred the sleek stealth of a blade - it was beautiful, slipping something sharp into a victim. Silent and deadly. Granted, perhaps his mind could be changed. “You certainly look like you’re enjoying it though, mia cara.” Evie appreciated the cover Ezio was providing. While she could easily watch her back, it was nice having someone watching hers. It was times like this that she missed Jacob being around. Even when they fought, they still had each other’s backs. And, well, he was her twin, and it felt wrong to be separated from him for as long as they had been. He balanced her just as she balanced him. And right now, Evie needed all the balance she could get. “I can say that I tend to not favor my pistol in my dreams either. It is hardly conducive to being stealthy. My brother, however, enjoys his gun and his brass knuckles.” Jacob was the typical street brawler. Evie was a bit more refined, though she was no stranger to brawling herself. She glanced at Ezio, that grin widening a bit as she chuckled before she turned back to picking off the enemies as she spotted them. “In this life, I was a soldier first. I like guns more here.” And it showed. Evie was probably one hell of a killing machine, moreso than in her dreams. Not only did she have her Assassin training and abilities here, she’d been trained as a soldier as well. She had many ways to take down opponents at her fingertips, and she wasn’t afraid to use them. “There is nothing wrong with that - liking guns here. I believe there is a time and a place for them,” Ezio said. Like now. And one of these days he would probably pick up a rifle too, see what he could do with it. That sounded tempting. He turned quickly and extended his arm, as the blade protracted once more - squish, into a stealthy figure attempting to get the jump on them through the smoke, which was beginning to settle. After the spray of bullets, gunfire and screeching metal and explosions, then came the calm. Slowly drifting to the earth to reveal the extent of the carnage. Both hidden blades retracted with another thwick. “I think we are now alone, bella,” he observed. Besides being surrounded by the dead, that is. Still, they ought to not linger for very long. She certainly agreed that there was a time and a place for guns to be used. With them all scurrying around, it tended to be easier using a gun. It meant less of a chance of her getting shot trying to sneak around and take them down with her hidden blade or cane-sword. Once the calm settled, Evie kept the rifle up until she was satisfied that she and Ezio were the only ones remaining alive. She dropped the gun, not needing to take it with her. And if anyone cared enough to do a forensics inspection of this (which was highly doubtful considering it was more or less a war zone), due to her gloves she left no fingerprints. “It is always strange just how quiet it gets after the battle is over,” she murmured, remembering that from her military days. It was almost jarring, in a way. “Perhaps we should make our exit, then find somewhere to unwind with a couple drinks.” What a fantastic idea, Ezio wholeheartedly agreed. “It is strange, isn’t it?” he replied just as quietly - but they had done something good, so he would not be too haunted by this scene. He remembered that the more scenes like this had piled up, in his other life, the more weighed down he had been. The life of an Assassin was oftentimes a thankless life indeed. “Come, bella - “ It would be a bit of a walk to civilization, in the desert at night. But Ezio had a flask filled with Tuscan vodka and he procured it with a flourish to offer it to Evie for the trek back. Then he let out a sigh, a looooong sigh. Exhaling. Dislodging stress. “I needed that, I really did.” Both the fight and the alcohol, if there was any confusion. Evie had been through a few battlefields in this life, and she had a couple instances of bodies piling up in her dreams. But more often than not, Evie didn’t cause a big scene that caused a huge street brawl or something. That tended to be her brother’s forte. “Cheers,” she said, taking a drink of the vodka. It burned in a good way. She handed it back, not wanting to hog it all for herself. Besides, they may be in the middle of nowhere, but they still needed to survive in the desert. It would be better if she didn’t get drunk before reaching civilization. She echoed Ezio’s sigh, drawing in a deep breath, then letting out, letting her shoulders drop a bit. “Agreed. I needed a good fight.” She looked at Ezio. “So, what’s your story that led to this need of stress relief?” It was as good a time as any to talk about both of their woes. They slipped off into the night, two unseen figures. Ezio took another swig from the flask - he’d continue to pass it back to Evie until she no longer wanted any, but yes, he wouldn’t be drunk in the desert. Well. Perhaps if they’d brought camping gear, but they did not. Alas. He could use a night under the stars, come to think of it. No city smog or honking horns or Elijah’s endless parade of siblings to interrupt the experience. “It is a long story, but I will try to summarize best I can,” he smiled quickly, a brief flicker of it, the deep richness of his accent caressing the words like a lover. “Elijah introduced me to his parents some time ago but it did not go well - his parents are not accepting of him being with a man. Of course, it should have ended there but one of his brothers blew everything out of proportion and just stirred the pot, as they say - and this in turn caused some kind of extra crisis which summoned his sister, who is now staying with him.” A little inconvenient, but it wasn’t Freya who was the worst for Elijah’s sanity and well-being. It was Klaus. And after meeting him, Ezio did not particularly care for that Mikaelson. “Then his other brother showed up - the one who is psychotic, in their dreams. He does not remember that yet but he will, and he’s not exactly pleasant without the memories anyway,” Ezio added dryly. “Elijah blames himself for everything. Everything that went wrong with the upbringing of his brother, he takes the blame for and having him here...self-loathing is all Elijah can think about now. I feel as if everything is always about his issues with his family, so I needed some space away from all of that.” For Ezio, it was beginning to seem like (well, beginning was a stretch - it may have been festering for longer) the drama from Elijah’s family life was smothering them both and making their relationship imbalanced. Like if Ezio wanted to talk about his own memories, or how much he missed his father and brothers, he better find someone else to talk to because Elijah was too caught up in Mikaelson tornadoes. A night under the stars did sound good. Evie had been doing little outside of working and occasionally sleeping since her break up. Taking a break would do her some good, but Evie was too dedicated to her job to take an actual vacation where she only relaxed. She listened intently to Ezio, a soft frown crossing her face. It certainly sounded complicated, especially with so many siblings around. Evie could understand why it was causing Ezio stress. Evie couldn’t imagine growing up in a dysfunctional family like that. She’d grown up without a mother in both of her lives, but she’d adored her father and she loved her brother. Even if she’d rather kill her brother sometimes, but she felt that was just a normal sibling thing. “It sounds as though Elijah needs to not be around some of his family, though that is probably near impossible, especially with them coming to Orange County. Though he could also perhaps use some professional help in regards to the self-loathing. It is not an easy battle to fight, even with help.” She’d seen some friends of hers suffer through similar bouts of self-loathing. It was endlessly exhausting to be around it constantly. “I can see how it seems to be all about Elijah’s family with those sorts of issues being prevalent. Hopefully you can clear your head a bit with some space. And I will help you in any way that you need, all you need do is ask.” She would not turn her back on Ezio, she cared about him, and she wanted to help him where she could. In this world, Ezio was the only person who truly understood what it meant to be an Assassin. “Not being around some of his family would be ideal, yes,” Ezio agreed. Especially Klaus - the mind games he played were terrible on Elijah’s self-esteem and how he viewed himself. But since it was apparently a Mikaelson reunion here, unless Ezio whisked him away, that would not change. It was healthier when they all lived separate lives, miles apart. “I think perhaps they are a family who is better only keeping in contact through technological means and occasional visits - it is too much otherwise, you know? They are all strong personalities.” But it was a shame they did not see that, and now insisted on being up each other’s asses. Merda. He also might agree that talking to a therapist would help Elijah too. There was no shame in that, and his siblings didn’t have to know he was seeing one if he chose to do so. “I will suggest the idea of professional help,” Ezio added. “Someone from the network, perhaps, since no doubt discussion of the dreams will happen.” Arm stretching out, he hooked it around Evie’s shoulders and drew her nearer as they walked, to drop a kiss into her hair. “Grazie, bella. Now, what is the situation with you? I hope not more problems with the former lover.” “Ah, yes, strong personalities all in close proximity can be difficult.” Evie could understand that. She and her brother both had strong personalities and they tended to be at each other’s throats just as much as they would be at each other’s backs. “Perhaps they are not always good for being around each other for prolonged periods of time, but it also seems that they still care about each other. If they did not, they would not be here in one spot. Unless whatever is going on in Orange County is that much of a sadist that it just pulls everyone in for maximum drama or something.” Operating on that theory, why weren’t there any Templars showing up here? Or even her brother? Or just any other Assassin from her and Ezio’s shared dream world. It was actually feeling a little lonely being the only two from their world, with their history. “Hopefully he will be open to even just the suggestion of it. It can be a very touchy subject with people.” She knew people who had resisted the very notion despite needing the help. “Just don’t push him into it.” Evie hoped that things would work out for Elijah and Ezio, that it would just be a simple adjusting to the new situation of Elijah’s siblings being around. After Ezio pulled her closer, she leaned into him a little. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d needed a hug until right then. Drawing in a breath and letting it out slowly, she wrapped an arm around his back, giving him a little thankful squeeze. “Actually, it is. I was on my way back to work one morning, and Yang spotted me. She was with the girl I was dumped for. It was...awkward. I don’t know if they’re actually together yet, but I’d rather not know.” It was a fact that Evie was working far too much for her own good lately. Too much work and basically no play. It was how she dealt with the break up, which was really not at all, save for the venting that occurred when killing terrorists. Yes, it was true, Elijah’s family cared about each other despite all of the shit they put each other through - but a lot of it just wasn’t healthy, hence Ezio’s concern. He thought Evie said some wise things though. She likely understood wanting to love a sibling but also throttle them - it was like that with Ezio and Claudia sometimes too; if they lived together, nothing would survive. Not even the cockroaches. They were aware enough to realize that. But at any rate, it was his turn to frown a bit when Evie mentioned running into her ex lover...and the girl whom Evie was dumped for. Talk about awkward. “I am sure people would tell you to move on, but you go at your own pace,” he said. And running into the ex also was not helping matters either. “Just be reassured that the wound will heal. Maybe one day you can even be friends with her but if not that is fine too.” Ezio would forever be side-eying this woman, but anyway. He wouldn’t get involved otherwise. “I am here for you either way, you know. We Assassins have to stick together.” Evie definitely understood loving a sibling yet also wanting to strangle them. Jacob got on her nerves almost more often than not. They were opposites, which didn’t always compliment them, though it did make them one hell of a team when they worked together. But sometimes getting to the point of cooperating was a war in and of itself. Yet even with that, Evie seriously missed her brother right now. It was difficult being a twin, and then being separated from him for so long. She appreciated that Ezio didn’t tell her to just move on. That’s not how these things worked, though Evie wasn’t really dealing with much of it, she was just working and staying busy long enough to ignore it. “I would like to be friends with her again, but when I look at her now, it just hurts. But at the end of the day, I want her to be happy, and Blake makes her happy.” It hurt to say it, but it was true. And she did want Yang to be happy no matter what that meant. “Thank you, Ezio. And yes, we do. After all, our Creed is not an easy one for others to truly understand.” What they did to protect world was important, but it needed to remain largely unknown by everyone outside of the Brotherhood. Well, it was nice that Evie wanted Yang to be happy - but that did not account for her own self. Now that they were further away from the destruction, he stopped and faced her. Talking about it so bluntly was perhaps uncomfortable, but it needed to happen. “Evie,” he started, holding her shoulders. “Of course it still hurts. That is understandable. But keep in mind that I have seen the things you say, even when you just type them - “ Not like he was stalking her on the forum, really - he was just observant. Part of the job description, yes? “You cannot keep throwing yourself into work to avoid this. And you do deserve to find someone, to fall in love. This will happen again but you have to be open to it and you have to let it happen. Not everyone will hurt you - yes, someone did. But not everyone will.” It was difficult to let yourself see that, however, Ezio knew it well. Sometimes, you were your own worst enemy. He simply didn’t want to see Evie living her life believing that she wasn’t meant for things like love and romance - that was not true at all. She needed to start to believe this again, and in another way that didn’t mean throwing herself into work because that was not helping her to properly heal. “Come out with me one night - with me and my very good friend, Danilo and perhaps someone else. Someone I want you to meet.” Wasn’t like he was trying to play matchmaker - but Evie should see that she was indeed desirable, and just because Yang didn’t want her didn’t mean she should completely take herself out of the dating pool. This would be a good way to get her back into it. She’d avoided it for the sake of work for long enough. It was a bit uncomfortable, but the truth sometimes was uncomfortable to hear. Evie needed to be pulled away from her work. Yes she had an important job, but she wasn’t the only person involved in counter-terrorism intelligence. She’d just been working so much so she didn’t have to think about herself. But her avoidance and not wanting to put herself out there again wasn’t completely out of the belief that she wasn’t meant for romance. A large part of it was her father’s teachings echoing in her head. She’d ignored them and followed her heart where Yang was concerned, but the break up had seemingly only proven her father right. Of course, in the dreams his words had been ‘don’t let personal feelings compromise the mission’ whereas in this life he had instilled an intense work ethic in Evie. As he had never remarried after her mother’s death, he had been a complete workaholic. So it was more having learned from him that sometimes it wasn’t worth the pain. And now she had first hand experience. “Why do I have to be open to it? I don’t want it. I’d rather work and not have to find a way to explain my job or my life as an Assassin to someone who doesn’t know about that life.” Yang had never really asked about her dreams, but neither had Evie really offered up details. Though Evie had gotten the feeling Yang hadn’t wanted to know. However, she had a feeling that Ezio wouldn’t drop the subject and she sighed heavily. “If it will appease you, I will go out with you one night. Though who do you want me to meet? Are you trying to set me up with someone?” She definitely wasn’t wanting to be set up with anyone. Sorry Evie, you were going to be set up with someone. Not Dan - Ezio loved him like a brother, but he was already married. Apparently they were allowed to fuck other people (yet they still regularly fucked each other?), but Ezio had a feeling Evie would not go for something like that with a married man (even if he was only hitched on paper). No, it would be someone else. Someone single. “I...what do Americans say? Plead the fifth?” he grinned cheekily. “You will have fun and meet someone new, someone who already has the dreams.” That would be easier - less having to look crazy and tiptoe around all of the odd things that happen. “I will take care of it and let you know when - now, come. We find a place to properly drink.” Might be difficult, considering a new day was approaching - but when there was a will, there was a way. Evie groaned. Ezio somewhat sounded like her brother, though she doubted Jacob would go through the trouble of setting her up with someone. He would far sooner poke fun at her for even going out with someone in the first place. It was just how he was. She brushed some stray strands of hair from her face with another sigh. “Alright, fine, clearly I’m not getting out of this.” Unless her superiors sent her somewhere else for work, but she wasn’t going to rely on that. Though Ezio was right, she wouldn’t go for anything with a married person, open marriage or not. Evie didn’t even really engage in casual sex. She liked having some sort of strings involved before getting to that part. But drinks sounded good. So it was heading off, finding civilization and finding a place to have some drinks. She was feeling better after that fight. And for now, she would take whatever she could get in that department. |