There was the sound of a tune playing in the silent night. Elegant notes played after each other settled in the calm night in Roma, near the brothel. Fiora walked out to the window which was already open. She saw a figure sitting on the ledge, the creator of the wonderful music. As she came closer the figure looked more and more familiar.
Il Lupo’s strung across the blood stained lute, some strings missing from smashing the instrument across the owner’s face.
The melody was wonderful and haunting, playing over in Fiora’s head. As she took a step closer, Lupo’s gold eyes flickered up to, burning across the shadows and settling onto her. There was an obvious smirk on his face as he ended the song.
“For you, amore.”
Fiora shook her head and laughed before clapping slowly. “Bravo Lupo”
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“I hate pastries….” He snorted, walking past her. Why was she not leaving him be?
Fiora gave a soft grunt at being snuffed again, though the distinct sound of yelling brought her head up. Cazzo… Their target was coming!
“Look kid. Its dangerous to be walking the streets of Roma alone at your age. At least let me walk you home, but first I have to…Deliver a message to someone. Two minutes tops. Can you wait for me that long?”“Fine,” the young boy whined, crossing his arms.
Fiora sighed. “Grazie” before running off and clambering to a roof top. Their target was a noble who had three body guards. Their original plan was for Fiora to distract them while Lupo snuck in for the kills. Quick, simple, efficient, almost undetectable. Now she had to initiate a new plan right on the spot.
Fiora watched the noble until he was right under her before she dove off the roof and buried her hidden blade into him. She rode him down before pulling out her bladed fan and slicing one of the guards right in the exposed part of his upper leg, slicing the main artery. She then stood with a twist, tearing through the neck of the second. With a quick pivot, she turned and aimed her hidden gun into the helmet of the the third rushing at her.
She took a second to catch her breath before digging in the noble’s robes. There. She found the document Cesare wanted…and some extra gold for her. She dusted herself off, shaking her firing arm before strolling back to Lupo around the corner. “You ready?” she offered with a kind smile.
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Fiora raised an eyebrow at the boy, obviously no longer amused. Something was off. “Oh? Then where are you headed, If I might ask?” she tried to coax out of him, trying to figure out the extent of this spell.
“To my Villa.”
“Villa-?” Fiora’s eyebrows…
“I hate pastries….” He snorted, walking past her. Why was she not leaving him be?
Fiora gave a soft grunt at being snuffed again, though the distinct sound of yelling brought her head up. Cazzo… Their target was coming!
“Look kid. Its dangerous to be walking the streets of Roma alone at your age. At least let me walk you home, but first I have to…Deliver a message to someone. Two minutes tops. Can you wait for me that long?”
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Fiora raised an eyebrow at the boy, obviously no longer amused. Something was off. “Oh? Then where are you headed, If I might ask?” she tried to coax out of him, trying to figure out the extent of this spell.
“To my Villa.”
“Villa-?” Fiora’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. Lupo didn’t have a villa…he stayed with her and Balthasar- Oh…oh no. She lowered herself down to his level, looking under his cowl at his eyes. There was no doubting it was him…but…
“… My apologies. I am sorry to keep you waiting. Allow me to make it up to you with a pastry?” she offered with a nod of her head towards the bakery across the street. Lupo would be vulnerable to the assassins if they found him in this state. She had to keep him safe…
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Fiora shook her head, quickly swallowing her laughter. “Lupo!” she called out to him, waving her hand to get the boy’s attention. She smiled at him. “Dio.. What on earth happened to you? You look carino come un cucciolo” she teased lightly, a laugh in her words. Her hands rested on her hips.
“Lupo? What sane family names their child Lupo? Scusi Madonna, you have the wrong person,” he said, trying to brush past her. People in Roma were insane.
Fiora blinked, looking as if she had been slapped. What…Was this some kind of joke? She quickly stuck her arm out in front of him to halt him. “Very funny. You were supposed to meet me here 15 minutes ago.” She huffed, keeping a wary eye on the boy. Magic Grey face or not, Cesare would have their heads if they failed their mission….
“Im not suppose to meet anyone, anywhere,” he retorted.
Fiora raised an eyebrow at the boy, obviously no longer amused. Something was off. “Oh? Then where are you headed, If I might ask?” she tried to coax out of him, trying to figure out the extent of this spell.
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Fiora shook her head, quickly swallowing her laughter. “Lupo!” she called out to him, waving her hand to get the boy’s attention. She smiled at him. “Dio.. What on earth happened to you? You look carino come un cucciolo” she teased lightly, a laugh in her words. Her hands rested on her hips.
“Lupo? What sane family names their child Lupo? Scusi Madonna, you have the wrong person,” he said, trying to brush past her. People in Roma were insane.
Fiora blinked, looking as if she had been slapped. What…Was this some kind of joke? She quickly stuck her arm out in front of him to halt him. “Very funny. You were supposed to meet me here 15 minutes ago.” She huffed, keeping a wary eye on the boy. Magic Grey face or not, Cesare would have their heads if they failed their mission….
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Fiora sighed, tapping her foot against the wood of the dock. The church bells rung, signaling 15 past the hour… Lupo was late. He had been late before but usually it was an issue with the assassins and he was only late a few minutes. Worry started to set in, mixed with frustration that he had been injured or killed on route. She was about to turn and go out looking for him when a small flash of reddish-purple caught her eye. She looked to the spot and her painted lips fell open. There, trying to hop across objects and weave through crowds, was a young brat, about 10 or 12, wearing Lupo’s clothes. Now she had heard tales of these magic gray faces that had been plaguing Roma but she took it as a myth….til now. She quickly clapped a leather gloved hand over her mouth to try and muffle her giggles. No she would not laugh, she would not laugh, she would not-
The young boy walked around the market trying to look for his parents. Or a ride back the villa. He couldn’t remember how he got to Roma, but he sure wanted to return home and get some new clothes.
Fiora shook her head, quickly swallowing her laughter. “Lupo!” she called out to him, waving her hand to get the boy’s attention. She smiled at him. “Dio.. What on earth happened to you? You look carino come un cucciolo” she teased lightly, a laugh in her words. Her hands rested on her hips.
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Fiora sighed, tapping her foot against the wood of the dock. The church bells rung, signaling 15 past the hour… Lupo was late. He had been late before but usually it was an issue with the assassins and he was only late a few minutes. Worry started to set in, mixed with frustration that he had been injured or killed on route. She was about to turn and go out looking for him when a small flash of reddish-purple caught her eye. She looked to the spot and her painted lips fell open. There, trying to hop across objects and weave through crowds, was a young brat, about 10 or 12, wearing Lupo’s clothes. Now she had heard tales of these magic gray faces that had been plaguing Roma but she took it as a myth….til now. She quickly clapped a leather gloved hand over her mouth to try and muffle her giggles. No she would not laugh, she would not laugh, she would not-
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Music and laughter filled the streets of Roma. Carnivale. The last chance to celebrate and indulge before the Lenten season began. Fiora wore her black and teal embellished robes, a gorgeous silver and black mask framed her face, highlighting her chocolate eyes as they scanned the crowds. For once, she had the day off. Which was surprising…Now was actually the perfect time to off someone if needed… but her last job had paid well.. she didn’t even feel the need to pick pocket. She could legitimently enjoy herself… though if men felt the need to buy her things she wouldn’t deny their wish to be so generous…