In Which Antonio is sarcastic, Leonardo is Shining in AWESOME and Ezio is still Unconscious
Author's Note: I didn't anticipate the Thieves Guild getting involved, and Antonio is being a bit of a bastard, not sure if it's very ooc. Concrit would be appreciated.
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Trying to tread water with an aromour-clad unconscious man in one's arms is no easy thing to manage; Leonardo felt the water dragging him and Ezio down again. He took a great gasp of air and struck out, aiming for a low overhang, which he might use to lever them both out and onto dry land.
The arrows embedded in Ezio's back and shoulder dug into Leonardo's chest, and he hoped Ezio would not take an infection from the filthy canal water. Ezio dragged them under the surface thrice before they reached the brick wall and overhang. Leonardo gripped Ezio with one arm and the overhang with the other, and stopped to catch his breath.
A hand gripped his and Leonardo yelped in shock, almost dropping Ezio.
"It's me!" Rosa's irritated voice reached Leonardo. "I'm here to help. I saw him take the arrows and fall."
"Rosa, you scared me," Leonardo chided, craning up to see her.
"Sorry," she said unrepentantly. "Can you push him up to me? I'm not strong enough to lift him by myself."
"Not with all this sodden armour," Leonardo replied. "It is too heavy with all the excess water weight. Could you find some of your fellow thieves to help us?"
The girl nodded and disappeared.
"Ezio, mi amor, please try to keep your face to the sky," Leonardo said to the unconscious Assassin, noticing his tendency to shift face-down, even in his arms. Ezio didn't respond, not that Leonardo had expected he would, but it made Leonardo feel more in command of the situation. Briefly he hoped the two guards he had bashed were not harmed (although privately he prayed that they woke with unbearable headaches for their actions towards Ezio).
Feet slapped on stone, and Leonardo craned his neck upwards to see Rosa had returned with Ugo, Antonio and a couple of other thieves whose names escaped Leonardo at that minute.
"Grazie a Dio," he breathed.
Many hands drew Ezio up and out of the water, and dragged him into the scant shelter of the alcove. Leonardo suddenly felt very alone and cold in the water. He leapt to grab the ledge, and was almost out when his feet lost purchase and he splashed back into the canal. Again he dragged himself up by the lip of the overhang, but this time Ugo's hands gripped him and dragged him to safety.
"Grazie, amico, I owe you my life," Leonardo said, smiling at the thief.
"Ezio would kill me thrice if I let you drown," Ugo muttered, uncomfortable with the praise. "I was saving my own skin."
"How is he? Is he awake yet?" Leonardo asked, his anxiety rushing back in full force.
"Non ancora," Antonio said over his shoulder. "It looks like he hit his head, l'uomo sciocco."
"I doubt he intended to do so," said Leonardo irritably, now feeling very cold out of the water. "Perhaps we should take him to a dottore."
"I do not trust the doctors of this town - they kill half as often as they cure," was Antonio's reply. "Besides, I have the arrows out, and the wounds bound, now."
"I know one who has helped Ezio and myself often, and who will do so again, today," Leonardo snapped pointedly, bristling at the thief taking over the carer's role, when *he* had been the only one to try to actually help Ezio.
Antonio actually looked at Leonardo, this time; the artist was soaking wet, dripping all over the marble floor of the alcove, and his usually cheerful features sported a fierce glare reminiscent of Ezio in a towering rage.
"They really do start to look alike," Antonio muttered, and then spoke aloud for the benefit of his thieves. "Very well, we will take him to your dottore, Leonardo. But if he suggests leeches --"
"He won't," Leonardo growled. "He knows his job."
"Bene. But I think we should bring you both someplace safe and warm before finding this mysterious dottore who knows how to heal."
"The Sita?" Rosa asked doubtfully. "I don't think we can carry them that far."
Leonardo bristled at the implication that he could not walk. "My bottega is not far from here, and the dottore has his trolley on the nearby piazza. Or do you think I cannot walk back to my own home?"
"Va bene, it is decided. To Leonardo's place," Antonio instructed his thieves, four of whom picked up Ezio.
"Do you not need directions?" Leonardo asked.
"We know where you live," said Antonio, not trying to sound intimidating, but managing to do so nonetheless.
Re: Fill 2/?: Leo's Shining Moment Of Awesome (TM)
Part Two
In Which Antonio is sarcastic, Leonardo is Shining in AWESOME and Ezio is still Unconscious
Author's Note: I didn't anticipate the Thieves Guild getting involved, and Antonio is being a bit of a bastard, not sure if it's very ooc. Concrit would be appreciated.
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Trying to tread water with an aromour-clad unconscious man in one's arms is no easy thing to manage; Leonardo felt the water dragging him and Ezio down again. He took a great gasp of air and struck out, aiming for a low overhang, which he might use to lever them both out and onto dry land.
The arrows embedded in Ezio's back and shoulder dug into Leonardo's chest, and he hoped Ezio would not take an infection from the filthy canal water. Ezio dragged them under the surface thrice before they reached the brick wall and overhang. Leonardo gripped Ezio with one arm and the overhang with the other, and stopped to catch his breath.
A hand gripped his and Leonardo yelped in shock, almost dropping Ezio.
"It's me!" Rosa's irritated voice reached Leonardo. "I'm here to help. I saw him take the arrows and fall."
"Rosa, you scared me," Leonardo chided, craning up to see her.
"Sorry," she said unrepentantly. "Can you push him up to me? I'm not strong enough to lift him by myself."
"Not with all this sodden armour," Leonardo replied. "It is too heavy with all the excess water weight. Could you find some of your fellow thieves to help us?"
The girl nodded and disappeared.
"Ezio, mi amor, please try to keep your face to the sky," Leonardo said to the unconscious Assassin, noticing his tendency to shift face-down, even in his arms. Ezio didn't respond, not that Leonardo had expected he would, but it made Leonardo feel more in command of the situation. Briefly he hoped the two guards he had bashed were not harmed (although privately he prayed that they woke with unbearable headaches for their actions towards Ezio).
Feet slapped on stone, and Leonardo craned his neck upwards to see Rosa had returned with Ugo, Antonio and a couple of other thieves whose names escaped Leonardo at that minute.
"Grazie a Dio," he breathed.
Many hands drew Ezio up and out of the water, and dragged him into the scant shelter of the alcove. Leonardo suddenly felt very alone and cold in the water. He leapt to grab the ledge, and was almost out when his feet lost purchase and he splashed back into the canal. Again he dragged himself up by the lip of the overhang, but this time Ugo's hands gripped him and dragged him to safety.
"Grazie, amico, I owe you my life," Leonardo said, smiling at the thief.
"Ezio would kill me thrice if I let you drown," Ugo muttered, uncomfortable with the praise. "I was saving my own skin."
"How is he? Is he awake yet?" Leonardo asked, his anxiety rushing back in full force.
"Non ancora," Antonio said over his shoulder. "It looks like he hit his head, l'uomo sciocco."
"I doubt he intended to do so," said Leonardo irritably, now feeling very cold out of the water. "Perhaps we should take him to a dottore."
"I do not trust the doctors of this town - they kill half as often as they cure," was Antonio's reply. "Besides, I have the arrows out, and the wounds bound, now."
"I know one who has helped Ezio and myself often, and who will do so again, today," Leonardo snapped pointedly, bristling at the thief taking over the carer's role, when *he* had been the only one to try to actually help Ezio.
Antonio actually looked at Leonardo, this time; the artist was soaking wet, dripping all over the marble floor of the alcove, and his usually cheerful features sported a fierce glare reminiscent of Ezio in a towering rage.
"They really do start to look alike," Antonio muttered, and then spoke aloud for the benefit of his thieves. "Very well, we will take him to your dottore, Leonardo. But if he suggests leeches --"
"He won't," Leonardo growled. "He knows his job."
"Bene. But I think we should bring you both someplace safe and warm before finding this mysterious dottore who knows how to heal."
"The Sita?" Rosa asked doubtfully. "I don't think we can carry them that far."
Leonardo bristled at the implication that he could not walk. "My bottega is not far from here, and the dottore has his trolley on the nearby piazza. Or do you think I cannot walk back to my own home?"
"Va bene, it is decided. To Leonardo's place," Antonio instructed his thieves, four of whom picked up Ezio.
"Do you not need directions?" Leonardo asked.
"We know where you live," said Antonio, not trying to sound intimidating, but managing to do so nonetheless.
"Mind his wounds!" Leonardo called out.
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TBC