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He charmed her with ease, leaving her pink faced and giddy. It seemed these young noblewomen took to flattery like fish to water. He opened his mouth to continue with a detailed list of all her greatest qualities, when the sound of splintering wood and tearing metal caused him to whip his head up to the top of the staircase, where a large group of masked men were now standing, wielding an assortment of weaponry and throwing torches at the drapery which instantly burst into flame. The guards now lay limp on the staircase as the whole party turned into a mad rush to escape the sudden intruders, a sea of screaming guests blocking the remaining guards from attacking the newcomers. What in the hell were they doing? He could tell right away they were with the Medicili family, the same ones that had hired him. He had things well in hand and there was no need to create such a scene just to end the little lady's life. Wait here, and be silent. he said, moving out from behind the column. You scum, what business do you have here? He called out, approaching one of the burly men. In a lower, hushed voice he whispered. What in god's name are you doing here?! I already have things under control here. Had you given me another few minutes she would be lying in a pool of her own blood by now. The thug sneered at him behind his feathery mask. It seems the good master has had a change of heart. He decided he couldn't trust a hired knife to get the job done, and chose us to deal with it instead. He said mockingly, making no attempt to lower his voice. Which means you're no longer needed! he cried, swinging a heavy steel sword straight down at Dante's head. With a slight side step, Dante dodged the blow and shoved his palm against the underside of the thug's jaw, a slim blade suddenly emerging from his sleeve and piercing his attacker's skull. As soon as the blade retracted, he whirled around and ran back to Kathrine, taking her hand. Come on. He said taking her hand and running down one of the hallways, the man's fellows in hot pursuit.
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She heard him yell out to the large men, then words after that were covered by the screams of rich men and women attempting to get out. She wanted to peek around the corner, but she didn't dare as she was sure they would know what she looked like. It wasn't a minute later before she heard a large, dead, thud and then Dante's hand fit into her's and was pulling her to run. She quickly ditched her heels, slipping them off in an awkward run-hop down the hallway. Kathrine followed him closely, not letting his hand go as it pulled her just enough to not let her falter or slow. They were running out of hallways to run in when they came upon the large glass garden doors that had been flung open in the mob of people. She then took a right, tugging Dante with her into the garden. What she figured neither the thugs, nor Dante, knew was that there was a large shrub maze in the back of the garden, one that she could get through with her eyes closed. Which was lucky, because it was pitch black when they were not 50 feet from the light of the house. As they ran, she heard one of the men trip over the cobblestones but she kept running to the far east corner of the garden. After a two-minute sprint, the garden was upon them and she began to slow and work their way through the mile and a half maze to freedom.
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The man who called himself Dante led her down the hall, only hoping she could keep pace, lest he be forced to carry her. She managed well enough on her own, so he ran on, not pausing to look back at their pursuers. He halted at the turn and was immediately pulled along by Katerine, dragging him into the darkness of the gardens. He ripped off the mask, unable to see a thing through the covered eye slits. Had his face not been hidden by the inky blackness, Katerine that he was a man in his late twenties, with his dark brown hair pulled back, and stubble covering much of his face. It was a rather rugged face for someone his age, with amber eyes, and a small scar that broke the stubble on his upper lip and ran partway down the front of his chin. Thanks to his shaded eyeslits, he had preserved some amount of his night vision. It seemed she knew where she was going as they were suddenly wrapped in the deep shadows between the high hedges that made up the maze. She slowed down then, making her way through the labyrinth steadily while the men following them stumbled and tripped over their own feet. It seemed he had to change his evaluation of her. At the very least she had remained calm and competent during this sudden and rather unforeseen change of events. Even more surprising was her lack of questions. It meant she was smart enough to know now was not the time for sudden questions. Though there was little doubt that would change once the were out of harm's way. He noticed that the darkness was lessening. At first he wondered if somehow dawn had already arrived, then it hit him. The entire mansion was now ablaze thanks to their uninvited guests.
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The crackle of wood caught her attention, then the light began to filter across the garden and to the maze, making it easier for her to see. The light brought her attention to it, her house, her childhood home up in flames. She gasped and tears began to form in her eyes. It'll get worse if they catch you , she told herself as she paused to look at the growing flames. Kathrine began to run through the maze then, pulling Dante with her. Her dress got caught on one of the shrubs as she rounded a corner, ripping it across her thighs. She whimpered as the branch scraped and cut her leg. They kept going though, until they came out to the stream. The small river where Kathrine had played as a child, kissed her first boy as a teen... The memories kept coming but she knew they had to keep going. Soon they would be down the river and somewhat out of harms way. There was a small rowing boat with provisions inside docked on the riverbank. Take the boat, she whispered harshly and began to push it into the water. As they got on the water, she heard the men whacking down the shrubbery, attempting to get to them. It wouldn't be much longer. But by the time they got through, her and Dante would be gone. Hopefully he would be trustworthy.
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He continued following her, trusting in her sudden change of character and knowledge of the maze to get them through it. The rounded turn after turn, slowly progressing through it as the sounds of curses and shouts echoed behind them. He saw a few torches get tossed at the greenery, but the recent rainfall had left everything drenched. They simply created more smoke that burned their eyes and further obscured their vision. It certainly helped that the men sent after them were bumbling incompetents. The young lady continued to impress him, getting her dress ripped to sheds by the shrubbery and continuing on, even as her home was getting burned to cinders. At long last they finally exited the maze, coming upon a stream. He followed her instructions and took the oars of the boat. once they were both in, he began to row with strong steady strokes, sending them downstream towards the larger waterways that ran through the city. They would retreat to his home for now, they would be safe from the Medicili there. He never conducted business there, and made every effort to maintain his anonymity when dealing with jobs. For now at least, the girl had time to rest and gather herself after fleeing for her life. He prepared himself for a storm of questions now that things had settled down.
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The oars rowed through the water with soft splashes through the river. And though Dante was ready for questions, Katherine sat with her head hung, eyes looking into her lap. She didn't cry, sob, or even shed a tear, but simply looked back at her home alight and back to her hands in her lap once again. Silence was a easily obtainable commodity out on the river, especially in the black of night. There were a few bullfrogs creaking, but that was it. After about a half an hour, her eyes finally looked to Dante. His face now shown without the mask reminding her that she still had hers on. She longed to throw it over board, but she knew it could lead their attackers. Quietly, she slipped it off and placed it beside her. Thank you for saving me, she whispered, avoiding eye contact with him.
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Silence hung over them for while, only the sounds of his low rowing and river life breaking it. Under any other circumstances it would have been a pleasant scenario. However, a moonlit boat ride lost its romance after nearly being killed. He watched his former target as she simply stared back at the glowing area that showed where her house had once been. Before long, the smoldering structure was lost from sight. Dante rowed on, staying close to the shoreline as they slowly drew closer to one of the many entrances to his home. As an assassin, he had seen to it that he always had a multitude of ways to get in and out of his home, leading all over the city. It allowed him to come and go undetected, and made quick escapes much simpler. He noticed she was now staring at him, her face now no longer covered by her own mask. The thanks was not unexpected, most people would feel that way under the circumstance. Do not thank me. he replied, no longer in the charming falsetto he had spoken before, but a deep smooth tone. I didn't save you out of the kindness of my heart or some sense of charity or pity. Saving her meant robbing his former contractors of their prize, paying them back for double crossing him. The fools were going to learn why he had garnered a reputation as the greatest assassin Italy.
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Then what did you save me for? She quickly countered as they docked near a house, one she assumed was his. Her senses were on high alert after the attack, and now she was a bit angry. Katherine wasn't sure what she was feeling at the moment, anger, sadness, hurt... It would have been easier to just sit in a ball and cry. That wasn't like her though, she was strong. She shook her head then, I'm sorry, I should be grateful. Where have you brought us? she questioned with a smile, trying to uphold some sort of dignity. Shivers ran through her slightly, but she attempted to push it away. Her legs were naked from three fourths the thigh down and she didn't have any shoes on. It was reasonable to be cold but she felt it a weakness. Her lips pursed and she looked to him, waiting for something to come from his mouth.
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A whim. A way to spite those gutless cowards that betrayed me and tried to kill me. The pulled up to a rather simple house, nothing stood out about it, seemingly no bigger than that belonging to a moderately successful merchant. Inside, however, would be a different matter entirely. Now that they've done this, I'll make sure every last one of them feels a knife in his back. His voice was filled with contempt. This is my home. We will be safe here. No one knows about it, and its secure enough to handle anything they can throw at me. He pulled op to the shore and jumped out, dragging the boat onto the shore. Come on. There are many things you still need to know. He pulled her out of the boat and led her up to the house.
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B-b-betrayed you? she stuttered slightly as he pulled them onto shore. He then pulled her from the boat and lead her to the house, Kathrine let him as she was still piecing together the pieces of the puzzle. But as they reached the entrance of the home, or one of them, she pulled away from him suddenly, accusingly. You knew those men? You only saved me in the process of saving yourself! She was outraged with him, screaming and sorts. I should have known, she began as she began walking back down to the river bank and to the boat. Leaving would be the best option for her, seeing as this man was a part of the group to kill her. The second thing dawned on her as she padded barefoot through the sand of the bank, You were there to kill me, the sad realization fell from her lips like a rock, hitting hard. Kathrine attempted to push the boat off the bank then, wanting to leave the man's presence. Obviously he didn't care for her in the slightest, and would most likely sell her out to the highest bidder the first chance he got.
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As expected, it took her a moment to put the pieces together. He remained silent as she started to storm off, watching her almost curiously. When she finally understood he padded silently down behind her, unheard even on the wet sand. Thats right. he said, standing right behind her. I was hired by the Medicili family to assassinate you. With you out of the way, your father would have been in no shape to run the family, and the Medicilis could move in and take everything that belonged to him. But it seems they decided my services were too subtle and expensive, so they opted to kill us both and save a little coin. His voice became harder as he continued. I was simply hired to do a job. I bear no grudge against you or your family, but I do have a desire to make the Medicilis pay for trying to get rid of me. He looked past her at the little rowboat they had just departed. Going somewhere? he asked, then kicked the boat out into the water, letting it drift away. Where would you go? A friend's home? Your relatives? Where do you think the Medicili will look for you first? They will have men waiting for you and looking for you all over the city. They may even get the city guard on their side, with their money and influence. He spun her around to face him. I was hired to kill you, but that contract ended when the Medicili left me for dead. I have no reason to lay a finger on you, but it is in both our interests to keep you alive. As long as we both live, we will be a thorn in their side, and soon something much more dangerous. Truth be told I don't give a copper for what happens to you, but now that you have seen my home, I'm not letting you out of my sight. His grip on her tightened. You will stay with me until I am able to deal with the Medicili, at which time you will come back from the dead to reclaim your family's status. He stared at her, eyes hard as his voice. And that is not a request.
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How dare you, she cursed at him as he mentioned her father and continued to pushing the boat away into the river with a simple kick. She was have a bit of trouble with it anyways, but now it was out of the question. He laid his hands on her then, turning her to face him, yelling at her essentially now. Kathrine's lips pursed into a tight line as he continued speaking at her, telling her what they would do, giving her no option. I liked you better when you were kind, she told him almost childishly. She attempted to pull her arm away from him, but found his hold to tight to break. With a slight whimper and pout, she looked at him, I will stay with you, here. Happy? she asked, still attempting to pull from him. When he did release her, she moved to storm back into his house, obviously not happy with the arrangements that had just been forcedly made.
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He smirked. Hmph, I prefer to avoid taking up such sickening facades, but at times they are necessary in my work. he said, eventually letting her go once she agreed to his terms. It seemed at heart she was still a pampered princess, unwilling to accept the harsh realities this world had in store. She would come to realize it in time. This city was not so kind as the house she had been secluded in all her life. She was in his world now. He followed behind her, then passed her as they approached the house. However, rather than walk towards the front door, the man called Dante walked towards the large brick chimney on the side. Kneeling down, he slid his hands across a row of bricks, pulling out two. There was a sharp metallic click and a segment of the brick structure shifted, bits of dust and mortar trickling down. With a heave, he slid the wall on a set of hidden rollers, revealing a narrow spiral staircase leading underground. After you. he said, motioning toward the stairs. At the bottom she would find a well kept and elaborately furnished main hall. various hallways and doors led off from the central room, which was easily as large as the house above them. The walls held a multitude of paintings, wall hangings and decorative weaponry. One wall held a row of portraits, all of them men that shared a rugged, hazel eyed face framed by dark brown hair. Some were older, others younger, done in progressively more modern styles. At the far end of the room was a large fireplace with a portrait of the home's current owner, flanked on either side by a coat of arms depicting a outward facing hand with a dagger on top of it. Welcome to the ancestral home of the Auditore family. he said, having closed the entryway and made his way down the stairs after her.
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The passageway made her gasp slightly with surprise, it was something she was not suspecting. Kathrine was wary of it, figuring she was going into the depths of a dungeon and she would never see the light of day again. Stumbling slight down the rounded staircase was not her brightest moment, clinging to the railing in the dark did not aid her either. As she reached the bottom though, the room's light began to filter to the stairs and ease some of her anxiety of the torturous dungeon below. Her sage silk clung to her lithe body as he followed in after her, she was a bit wet from water in the river and the perspiration from running, needless to say she was shivering as they entered the underground home. Her eyes wandered to the portraits, weapons, and hallways that extended from this original room with a slight awe, of course it was no more wealthy than her own family home but the rich family history intrigued her. Her own family history was one shrouded in mystery except for the hate for the Medicili family. Hate she had now been persecuted for, hate that she did not now the beginnings of. By the time Dante had spoke up behind her, Kathrine had figured it would be in her best interest to get along with this man as he was supplying her with room and board. Her pale pink lips pursed slightly as she turned to him, her mixed feelings for him not helping her decision making. You'll have to forgive me, I am very confused over all of this. I have reason to be angry with you, no? You were contracted to kill me, which you would have done if the others wouldn't have come. I have reasons to be thankful to you, bringing me to your home, as a stolen prize but safe after all. I also have reasons for sadness and loss, both of which have nothing pertaining to you but still affect my overall feelings and how I act. Thank you for letting me stay in your home, she added softly at the end, attempting to soften her words. Kathrine knew there would be tears on her pillow tonight. Would she have rather him be some noble who would offer her a gentlemanly shoulder to cry on with his handkerchief in hand? Yes, but that man might not have known what to do in such a state as earlier. She was stuck with Dante now, hopefully it wouldn't be such a terrible thing.
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OOC Just realized if Dante weren't an assassin, he'd totally be a Renaissance Batman. Her stunned reaction was understandable given the strangeness of finding a small mansion underground. Not to mention seeing all the decor and family history that filled it. She was the first person not directly connected to the Auditore family to see it, a great privilege in Dante's, or rather, in Ezio's eyes. He would have to tell her his real name soon, lest he end up being called Dante from then on. When she turned to him and spoke, it was his turn to be a bit stunned. In a short amount of time she had managed to go from someone acting little better to a petulant child, to a grown woman fully aware and accepting of the undesirable situation she now found herself in. It seemed Ezio couldn't quite get a fix on this young woman. At times she showed strength of a woman well beyond her years, others she looked ready to throw a tantrum. He wondered what he might have gotten himself into bringing her here. As she finished, he sighed a little, the weight of the night's events finally coming down on him a bit. He thrived on improvisation, but this had been a bit extreme. Its alright. I will admit I was a bit callous to you. His expression softened just a little. I will see to it that you are able to stay here with at least some level of comfort. For now I imagine both of us might require a bath and fresh clothes. He walked over towards the fireplace where a large cauldron sat on a hook over the flames. Steam rose off the water inside of as Ezio tested the temperature with his finger, his gloves now lying on a very comfortable looking couch. My room is through that door. he said, pointing to one just left of the fireplace. I have no women's clothes, but you may pick something to change into following your bath. I will pour the water for you and then take mine once you have finished. The wash room is through another door inside my room. With that, he sat down on the couch to begin removing his extraneous clothing. His boots, coat, stockings, and belt came off, revealing an assortment of straps and sheaths all over his body, holding a staggering assortment of blades and other instruments of death.
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OOC You're totally right, lol! Of course she had troubles figuring out how to act, she was a spoiled brat but she also understood the need to act as a human being. All people were subject to temper tantrums when not given their way, something Kathrine was not really being given right now. It did not help that her emotions were all in a flurry and she wasn't exactly sure what to do with herself. It helped as he guided her kindly to comfortability by offering a bath and a change of clothes. You mean you don't like the ones I have on now? she asked kiddingly, trying to throw some semblance of humor into their situation. For a moment she paused to watch the amount of weapons he latently possessed on his person, but her mind soon wandered darkly into wondering which one she would have been killed with. With that thought, she nodded at his instructions and moved to his room to find clothes. With a quick scour of his clothing, she came up with a long cotton shirt and a pair of trousers that seemed to run a bit small. Kathrine shrugged and moved to the bathing room. As she waited, she closed the door and began to undress from what little clothes she had A sage corset, her matching pendant, and the strip of matching fabric that once was her skirt. Sadly, she looked down upon all of her worldly possessions and wrapped herself in a towel, placing his clothes beside the bath. She knew it wasn't decent of her to simply sit in a towel as a man was in the room, but at the moment she didn't care. If he'd wanted to molest or accost her, he would have by now. She wandered out slowly into the living room, I can take my water whenever you're ready now, she offered softly and quickly returned to the bathing room to wait. Her soft white legs dangled over the edge of the tub as she sat upon the edge waiting for him, clasping the towel around her large bosom tightly. Her strawberry blonde hair cascaded along the left side of her neck and face as she looked solemnly into her lap.