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[color=9e0b0f][b]Level[/b][/color]: 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Day/Time[/b][/color]: Day 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Location[/b][/color]: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[color=9e0b0f][b]Mention[/b][/color]: The Hunter [@SuddenSardines], Amaterasu [@Gentlemanvaultboy], Gordon Freeman [@Hostile]
[color=9e0b0f][b]Interaction[/b][/color]: Quina Quen [@Hylozoist]
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Ezio was honestly very pleased that Quina didn't decide to get him first. With a suppressed grin, he watched him/her lobbed a ladle full of mush towards the newcomer in cool armour. Two heartbeats later he was up from his seat and standing clear of the table. Good thing he chose the furthest one, aye? He didn't follow the utensil's path to its destination, instead busying himself with hefting the now three-quarter full bowl in his right hand. A food fight as mock combat - probably to discern each individual's abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. Right, this he can do. Beats sitting around anytime. Scanning the room quickly, he noted that Freeman had opted to take cover and the others had yet to react. Drawing his right arm back as though he was preparing to lob a cannonball, Ezio bunched his muscles and threw the bowl forward, aiming towards the male with the tricorn hat. With any luck, it would splatter on the man's torso as well as any in close proximity. 

With a low chuckle, he dropped low into a crouch, glancing back at Quina as s/he tried to hide behind him. [color=ed1c24]"Well, seeing as you did not try to douse me in food, friends we are."[/color] He craned his head upwards, surveying the ceiling, the pillars and rafters provided. It was woefully inadequate compared the castles and buildings of his homeland, but he could spot a path that will get him high enough, and sufficient space to dodge without much fuss.[color=ed1c24] "However, I am sorry to say I will be seeking higher grounds. Of course, friends mean I will provide cover for you as best I can, but I suggest you stay low. Use your height - or lack thereof - to your advantage, [i]bene[/i]?"[/color]

With a final pat on Quina's shoulder, Ezio grabbed a handful of small dinner rolls - good projectiles if one didn't mind their victims receiving a bruise instead of a gooey mess - and stuffed it into his empty medicine pouch. Still in a crouch, he padded silently over to the nearest pillar, eyes re-identifying the quickest route to his destination. It would be difficult due to lack of close handholds, hence his need to double check things. The corners of his lips turned down in disgruntlement. If all the buildings in this dimension were as smooth and sparsely decorated as proved in this reception hall, whether it be the interior or exterior, it would put a damper on one of Ezio's finer skills. Ah well, he'll make do. 

Surging up to his feet, Ezio took a step forward, setting his right foot on the bench before pushing his entire body upwards. His hands rose up above his head, finger catching the thin [url=http://cdn.xl.thumbs.canstockphoto.com/canstock21164928.jpg]ledge[/url] of the pillar. As soon as he got a firm hold, he heaved upwards again, left hand reaching up for the next handhold. Halfway up the pillar and before he prepared to make a 180 degrees jump for the lowerest rafter, Ezio scanned the place again, just in case anyone had taken notice of his actions, and whether or not he needed to dodge. Hopefully no one would be aiming for him when he made the jump.