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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]: Edward Buck [@Aether Spawn]
[color=9e0b0f][b]Interaction[/b][/color]: Quina Quen [@Hylozoist], Naija [@DracoLunaris]
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(P)Damage 2
(P)Defense 2
(M)(E)Damage 1
(M)(E)Defense 1
Dexterity 4
0% 
XP [color=9e0b0f]//////[/color]//// (6/10)
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The loud crash that sounded when Buck made the deliberate choice to fall onto the table return Ezio's attention to the guy. Admittedly, he had momentarily dismissed the other's presence at the arrival of the three Heads. The gentlemanly thing to do would be apologise for the slight, but Buck had already moved away. Well, less move, more fell. While his armour protected the man from injuring his spine or something, the sheer gracelessness of the action still made Ezio cringe. Granted, he should stop expecting soldiers to act like Assassins. They were from vastly different worlds, and clearly staying put at heights without a decent perch wasn't in their training. Nevertheless, the armoured man had moved with effortless grace when on the ground. Buck's willingness to shoulder the blame for this fight and legitimate question for the reason behind their gathering was interspersed with the arrival of two newcomers, one of which was the legend Bandicoot. By the gods, this was getting more serious by the minute if they were pulling in legends left, right and center. 

From his spot, Ezio kept watch as Quina - ever friendly and eager to make new acquaintances - wandered over to the girl with green-tinged skin, webbed feet and ears shaped like a fish's fin. Something changed hands, and predictably disappeared into Quina's mouth. Their voices weren't exactly loud, but the reception hall was quiet enough for it to travel to his ears, soft as it may be. Any words he didn't hear was figured out by the context of what he managed to grasp, although Quina's unusual wordings made the conversation slightly difficult to follow. Which was why he figured hearing his name from the little being in chef's clothes was a fluke. Until the one who introduced herself as Naija repeated his name. Crossing his arms, he wondered if introducing himself was worth the risk of drawing any of the Head's eyes, then abruptly dashed that thought aside, because surely none of them would be kicked out over a mock fight. 

Decision made, Ezio leaped two beams over until he came across a pillar. Then he hooked his fingertips on the ledge, judged the distance between this ledge and the one mid-way up the pillar before letting go. A second later, he gripped the lower ledge to halt his descent, then let go completely to hit the floor, landing on the balls of his feet to soften the impact. Picking his way carefully through the dirty floor, neatly avoiding clumps and patches of unidentifiable objects, he snagged two plates with a miraculously still intact chocolate pudding. Stopping beside Quina, he handed a plate to him/her.

[color=ed1c24]"Here, Quina. For your earlier efforts. And also I think meal time is at a close, so might as well eat while you still can, hmm?"[/color] Ezio smiled and was about to throw a wink when he paused, again realising his cowl was still up. Oh well, leave it up. The other plate was handed over to Naija. [color=ed1c24]"The same goes for you, [i]signorina[/i]. And a pleasure to meet you. If you haven't already guessed, I am Ezio."[/color]