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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 4:05:21 GMT
| ♚ Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Marcello paused and took in a deep breath. Dawn was breaking over the city, sunlight sparkling on the canals and gondolas pushing out for their first trips. He was in the successful moment between guard shifts where the roofs were empty and peaceful, the markets slowly coming to life as people awoke and left their homes to begin their days anew. He stretched his arms above his head and pulled down the hood of his cloak, scraping a hand against one of his eyes. Running his tongue over his teeth he pulled an apple from his side pouch, tossing it in the air a few times and taking a bite. Stretching his legs slowly he stepped across the tiles, munching slowly on his apple and hopping to an adjacent roof, causing a few early risers to gasp and point. Tossing away his apple core he quickly climbed down the building, dropping to the ground and grunting quietly, and shifted through the early crowds. Slipping his slim fingers in the pockets of several messengers, happily jingling the coins in his heavier pouch.
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Nov 21, 2014 1:35:32 GMT
Veniza, Italy. Home to the young assassin and currently where he was perched at. His frame sat on top of the church building like a statue. The only movement you could see was his hazel green orbs slowly rotating around his surroundings. They pieced everything in view, taking in information after information. The dusk air wiped Armando's clot into the air making it seem like he had a back drop with splashes of red and black. With a short hum of satisfaction of the area, he stood to his full height, slowly rising like a lion. His muscles rippled like water against his black, fit shirt as he stretched his long limbs. Armando arrived early at the church knowing not many are awake at this time of day. Although there where some early birds walking about, it was not to crowded. It was a blessing and a curse; an assassin can move swiftly in a large crowed, but he can also get away with a lot more if the crowed was scattered about.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught the slightest movement. Every muscle on his body tensed with alert and out of habit he reached up and with one swift movement of his wrist, he flipped his eagle beaked hood on. A shadow was cast over his frame as a large cloud covered the reaching rays of the sun. Armando watched tensed as the small figure danced across the rooftop below him with agile and it seemed as if he was hopping. Armando crossed his arms, the leather gauntlets rubbing together making the sound a saddle would when a rider wiggles around to get comfortable. The figure was young, he could tell by the goofy grin that hung upon his lips and how he easily jumped down from the building and quickly dashed to person and person. A normal person would have not seen the way the young figure moved and how they stole money from every person they pasted by, but Armando's eyes were trained to pick out just those type if things. A thief. Just the thought made him automatically reach for his pouch just to make sure he still had it. As the assassin continued to watch, he couldn't help but notice the way he walked. As if the young thief owned the place.
A raspy chuckle emerged from the depths of Armando's throat as he jumps down from the top of the church. Tucking and rolling into a perfect stance, he glanced around before making haste towards the young thief. As he got closer, he could see the features in the thief face and he determined that it was a young male. Finally reaching the thief, he locked his gaze forward and fell into step beside the young boy. Although it was stupid of him to approach so openly, he was in a good mood and by the looks of it, so was the thief. A playful grin hung upon his lips as he continued to walk beside the thief. Just a couple feet ahead of them was a group of guards. Their swords glistened in the morning light showing others they were the law. But not to them. He worked with a different group of people, more powerful. "Make a dash to their left and circle around. When I attack from the right make sure you grab there pouch and make a run for it." His words fell from his mute lips quickly and he knew that the boy was probably going to be confused, but he hoped that he would do as asked and follow through with the plan. It was early in the morning an he needed something to wake him up; a fight was perfect. With out another word, Armando made a mad dash towards a cart full of boxes. With speed and strength, he climbed on top of the cart and leaped from the boxes to the building. Like a spider, he scaled the wall with amazing speed and just in seconds he was on top of the building looking down at the four guards. With a firm nod towards the young thief, he jumped down with his hidden blades ready, catching two of the guards in the back throat. With a smirk, he thrust his arm upward catching the next guard in the stomach. Now it was the thief's turn.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2014 1:54:26 GMT
| ♚To say Marcello wasn't surprised would be a lie, it was an assassin after all, he could tell by the stealthy nearly silent footsteps and the general demeanor of the male who decided to accompany him. If that wasn't obvious enough, it was the sudden plan that tipped him off for sure. Brow furrowing in confusion as he processed the instruction his gaze flickered to the guards, tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation. He merely gave a mild tilt of his head and a short nod of acknowledgment as the assassin darted away. He allowed himself a moment of ill-concealed awe before focusing back on his target.
Keeping one eye on the assassin he tensed his muscles, and bolted to the left once the assassin struck. Darting between the guards his nimble fingers caught on each of their pouches, grinning in success as he managed to bolt away with a quite a bit of coin on him. He heard shouts, short lived and garbled from what he assumed was the work of the mystery assassin. He scaled the building that cut him off in the alley he'd darted into. Perching on the roof he dug his fingers into the pouches, slowly taking his time to count his bounty.
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Nov 21, 2014 17:31:37 GMT
“Stop in the name-“ Armando thrust his hidden blade into the jugular of the guard and ended the man’s sentence. Armando grunted as he pushed the limp piece of flesh off of his blade. Blood oozed from the man’s body and Armando spit in its direction before speaking in a menacing voice, “May the father of understanding guide you.” Armando snapped his gaze upward when he saw the young thief take off running with a large pouch of money. The twitch of his lip brought a satisfying smirk and he kneeled down beside the dead guards. Looting whatever he could find, he rose to his full height and dramatically bowed towards the crowds that had gathered around. Normally he would have done the mission in silence while keeping a low profile, but since there was no way other than to attack head on, he mind as well enjoy the fun while it lasted. After the dramatic bow, he took off in the direction the thief was last seen. Just as he turned the corner, he lifted his gaze upward when he heard the sound of money jingling. With a grunt he jumped from one wall to the next until he reached the young boy. Twisting his body around, he sat down beside him as if he knew the man for years. A sigh escaped his lips as he sat there looking at the crowed. Leaning back on his arms as he plant his hands on the concert, he spoke, “Now I hope you don’t think that is all of yours” Armando glanced towards him and a smirk pulled up to his lips, of course the kid did. He was a thief after all. With another sigh, he leaned up and began to mess with his gauntlets in an intimidating way, hoping to spark little fear in the small boy. “Well you can at least buy me a drink. After all, I did help out a little.” As he sat there, he noticed that he was being more open than normal. But again, he was always off and on. One day he would never speak a word, than the next he would never stop talking. Shrugging it off, Armando waited for his reply; if the little thief decides to be self-center and keep all the money, then so be it. But the next time they cross paths, he won’t even give him a glance; even if he was in trouble and needed his help.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 1:07:51 GMT
| ♚A small laugh escaped him, he wasn't so selfish as to think he could go up against an assassin of all things just for a bit of coin. He sat back and sorted out the coins equally between two pouches, his own and another of fine velvet taken from the guards. "Now now, who do you take me for? I am but a mouse, what would I do with so much money?" He flashed one of his showy grins to the other male, sticking out a hand and leaning back a bit to fully assess the man next to him. "Marcello il Mouse. Smallest and most agile thief in Venezia, except La Volpe himself." A brief flush crossed his young face, and he used his other hand to cough into his fist.
Running a hand through his unruly hair a smile quirked playfully on his lips, doe-eyes shy though cautious. "Though I could buy you that drink, that was a pretty smart plan back there, and rather fun as well. Nice show we put on huh?" He stood up and tucked his pouch back underneath his cloak, safely where pickpockets couldn't reach it and no one else would be able to tell just how much coin he had. Dusting himself of the loose dirt that had clung to his clothes, he held out a hand to help up the older assassin, not that he really needed it.
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Nov 23, 2014 3:01:08 GMT
The assassin watched as the thief sorted out the coins evenly between the two and he raised an eyebrow in shock. "Hmm" he said to himself as he leans over and grabbed the pouch before the thief could change his mind. Tossing it in the air once, he placed it in a secret holding area on his belt. Flicking his cloak around himself, he looked towards the young man and smirked, "A mouse huh?" Armando didn't disagree with that nickname, it seemed to fit perfectly with the young man. As the thief spoke on about what his name was, the assassin couldn't help but notice the sudden flush in the Marcello's face. A smirk twitched to his lips but he shurged off the subject not really wanting to get all into depth with Marcello. He didn't like making friends, and he usually leaves before he can get to attached with them. Once he had his drink, he would disappear; It was up to fate if they cross paths again.Watching as Marcello rose to a standing position, Armando held a hand up denying the help from the young thief. Adjusting his cape as he stood, Armando half listen to Marcello speak while he looked out in the distance. He chuckled softly and nodded, the plan went surprisingly well; but those types of stunts don't always go good. Locating a tavern not to far away, he glanced towards Marcello and gestured in front of him. "Lead the way, Little Mouse"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 16:07:54 GMT
| ♚Shrugging off the refusal for help, MArcello leaped down the building and landed lightly on the balls of his feet on the ground. Gazing back at the assassin Marcello led him to a tavern close by, much quieter than the others in the area. This tavern was a little different, mostly occupied by off duty courtesans and thieves who all respected each other and were simply around to relax. Cushions lined the floor and there were sheets of brightly colored fabric hanging from the ceilings. It was absolutely an assassin friendly building, and the bar tender was in fact a female with a low cut dress and a fierce gaze. "Marcello, bambino." She purred, pulling out two glasses upon seeing Armando behind the little mouse. She poured them a honey based drink, sweet with only the faintest after taste of wine. Taking the two glasses, Marcello set them on a low bearing table and sat on a fluffy cushion, patting one next to him and motioning for Armando to sit.
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Post by Armando Teodoro on Dec 4, 2014 0:57:33 GMT
Armando followed in behind the young thief once they arrived at the tavern. The smell of alcohol was welcoming to him and he breathed in deeply. His hazel green orbs slowly traveled around the room, landing on a few ladies as they passed by and purred something to the little man. He smirked slight and raised his eyebrow, seems like the little mouse had some tricks up his sleeves. Following Marcello to a table, he chuckled slight when he saw Marcello pat the fluffy seat beside him. Sliding off the two leather sheaths that withheld Armando's two long swords, he placed them beside the table before sliding into his seat. Watching as the bar tender placed two tall glasses down, he nodded before giving her a polite thank you. Taking the cool glass between his hands, he swirled it around for moment before tipping his head back and swallowing the whole glass down. The alcohol burned his throat as it slid down, but it didn't bother him one bit. It was a smoothing sensation and he came to love it. The taste of honey an wine was bitter on his tongue, but it passed away quicklyZ placing the drink down on the table, he pushed the now empty glass to the side before leaning back in his chair while resting his hands on his stomach.
His drinking habit started young once his father began to the intense training with him. He knew better than to take out the anger with his father, so he took it to the bar. Training in the day, drinking at night. Back then he would drink until he couldn't think anymore and the next day he could punish himself by training even harder. Although it did nothing to help him, that was just how he did things. Don't stop until you drop. Once his father died, his habits only worsen and every night he would find himself in a different situation. Bar fights, payment issues, warning from the bar owner, something new every time. Finally, he made his finally mistake and that was hurting a loved one. Armando's fist tighten at the flash back of the night, but he angrily pushed it out of his mind. Although he still enjoys having a drink here and there, he knew how to control it... Sometimes. Sighing, Armando leaned back up earning a wincing sound come from his chair from the weight shift. Placing his elbows on the table he clasp his hands together while looking at Marcello. "So tell me, how does a young man like you make so many friends?" he said while gesturing towards the woman behind the bar with the nod of his head. At the moment she was speaking to a man about something including money and the serves. Although the mans voice was hush, he could see the veins popping out of the mans forehead in anger. Armando clicked his tongue absentmindedly and watched silently.
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