Daemon shook his head and made a face.

"Do I want to know?"

(Yes?)

(Hey, sorry I haven't been on much, been really busy recently)

(Hi Gavroche?)

(Merp, sorry!)

Gav follwed the man's gaze, frowning slightly.

"Scuza, but what are you looking for?"

The man snapped out of it and he looked at him. "Oh, nothing. I'm just checking for roof guards." he replied casually.

Gavroche frowned, looking around aswell. He shook his head and stood up, adjusting his hat as he did so. He then paused, looking at the man again.

"You are an assassin, aren't you?"

(Well, if you're character is going to the barracks Awesome, then Alonzo wouldn't tag along.) Alonzo slipped off, a frown creasing his face.

Francis sighed, and shook his head. "If you make faces like that, eventually it will stick Monsieur."

(okay.fine with me.)

at the barracks....

"Glad we found those horses." said Diego.The mercanry nodded.A loud voice got their attention.he mercanary reconized it but Diego did not. "So you are the man who took down 6 Borgia gaurds in a fist fight and got out with out a scratch." said Bartolemeo.(hope it's okay that I did that.You can do that in other forums.And I thought it might be hard not to have Bartolemeo there.)."Yes and I'm guessing your the warrior Bartolemeo.It's an honor." said Diego."THank you sir.But enough talk there are fights down stairs.You may be interested." he said.Diego smiled and nodded hi yes.They went down stairs.Diego went shirtless(like Ezio had to do when he fights at thbarracks.).He was fighting two mercanarys. 'Thank god some people knows how to fight around here.' thought Diego as he took another punch to his ribcage.He then kicked the mercanary in the face knocking him out.Him and the other mercanary charged one another fists raised.

Alonzo had made his way to a local blacksmith, and had started examining the quality of the arrows and throwing knives they had for sale with a scrutinous eye. He was obviously in a bad mood, a dark aura almost visibly surrounding him, making passerbys walk on the other side of the road from him. He huffed, putting the knife down, and shaking his head. The quality was too poor for his taste, and too high priced. The novice assassin nodded at the blacksmith, before heading off down an empty hallway, and climbing up onto the roof of a building. He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair.

The man looked at Gavroche and smirked a bit. "You're a bright one aren't you." he said, it was more of a statememt the a question. He nodded. "Yes, I am an Assassin and I would guess you are a thief."

"Urchin, actually. I steal to stay alive though, giving half to the Assassin's." Gavroche said with a small shrug.

Francis seemingly conjured up a brown wig, and placed it a top Daemon's head, before pouting. "Monsieur, exactly how drunk are you like? Like, I'm the terms of are you drunk enough to do just about anything that you probably will be ashamed of later, for a nonspecific example, wearing perhaps a bit of eyeshadow to bring out your eyes, and some blush to add to your very beautiful complexion?" the Frenchman asked, batting his eyelashes slightly, an almost shy smile appearing on his face, as he used his natural good looks to try and achieve his ultimate goal. He had always wanted to dress an assassin up in drag. Was that considered a kink?

Azrael raised an eyebrow. "Well, you must be very talented if you give half of your prize to us" he mused.

Gavroche smiled. "I get enough." He said, sitting down and hanging his legs over the side of the building.

o0o

"You're talking to a drunk who has fallen into a fountain twice in one day. I don't get ashamed easily." Daemon said, shaking his head.

"Your judgement is impaired as well, mon ami. Saying all this to a French man with questionable morals. I could take advantage of you." Francis laughed, a small smirk playing on his lips as he momentarily toyed with the idea. He made his way back over to the trunk, and pulled a small box out, which held us collection of make up.

"I wouldn't try that." Daemon said, grinning deviously.

"To try is to instate that there is even the slightest possibility of failing." Francis grinned, trying his hardest not to burst into giggles right there. The whole situation was hilarious. "Not sure about you, but when I do something, I never try to do something, I just do it."

"You french people are insane..." Daemon muttered, shaking his head and surpressing a laugh.

"Insane, perhaps, but we make the world a much more interesting place." Francis opened the box, and began rummaging through it, taking out a container of light pink blush, and a brush. He looked at Daemon's face, contemplating it like an artist did before beginning to paint. "Plus, what other country could be so sex obsessed?"

"Point taken..." Daemon said quietly, trying to hide a small grin.

Francis laughed, swirling the brush around in the blush. He began to lightly dust the powder along Daemon's cheekbones. "Was there ever really a point to that? And why would anyone even want to take it? There are much finer things to take."

"Shut up..." Daemon muttered.

(Sorry, I'm so out of it recently.)

{It's alright.} Francis frowned, but bit his tongue, continuing on with his work. The silence from him didn't last for long though. "Mon dieu, you are an ugly woman. How did this even happen again?"

"I'm sure you do" the man replied, chuckling a bit.

(Okay, I'm back ]D)

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