Levent looked back down when the short one addressed him and listened, but... then she just stopped in the middle of her sentence. What? Was it something he did or was it just the fact that he looked that foreign? Trying to deduce the possibilities for silencing herself, he glanced when he heard her mumble something. He just barely caught what she said and he rose an eyebrow. He was about to give some sarcastic remark, saying of course they haven't met. Before he could, however, the girl's eyes widened at where his middle finger should have been on his hand.

Then it clicked as she backed away.

This... girl was the one he shooed away 10 years ago, when he finger was being torn off. Looking down at his left hand, Levent looked up in time to see her bow and turn away, back to the other man. But then, the Ottoman couldn't help but smile. He had a feeling that she was blaming herself for something she didn't do. "Bekleyin... uhh... özledim."

Alverita kept her head down as Amadeo took her arm and started to walk off. She slowly looked up at him when he spoke, giving him a slight smile. "Eager? Of course not..I uh, just don't want to be the one to waste that poor man's time.." Liar. Of course she was eager to get out of there. She didn't want to be near that man. She was..scared of him? Scared to be around him, maybe. She just hoped he wasn't stationed in the same bureau as them. Shrugging her thoughts off, she playfully nudged her companion. "Now, mestre, which mission are we taking on first?" The novice was rather disappointed when the man said something, and Amadeo stopped, making her stop as well. Letting out a huff, she glanced at Amadeo real quick. "Qué? Por qué nos detenemos?" She hesitated before looking back at the foreign assassin as well, slightly squinting at him. "Did you need something señor?" A smile was forced onto her face as she moved rebellious curls of hair behind her ear. "If not, we'll be on our way." The girl back looked down, twisting the ring she wore on her finger and waited for the foreign man to answer.

Well here Diego was once more, wandering about the streets looking for something to do. Finding a large stick on the ground, the young boy picked it up an began to jab an imaginary group of Borgian soldiers while jumping around in circles. "Prendete questo e quello e QUELLO!" he smirked as he continued jabbing.

Oh yeah, he was good. At least he thought so in his mind. The boy hadn't really the slightest idea of what an Assassin really did, but he knew the basics or so he thought. Once he had had enough of imaginary fighting he decided to walk into town to see if there was anything to do there to keep himself from going insane from boredom.

The Roman market was always full of the hustle and bustle of people buying food and other supplies for their families or for themselves. Diego walked through the crowded streets being as careful as he could not to walk into anybody, dragging his stick along side him for protection, just in case.

"Mi scusi, dispiace.." he replied as he moved through the crowds continuing onward towards a food vendor. Boy was he starving, he hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday afternoon.

"Mi scusi?" he asked the vendor. "Quanto costa il pane?"

The vendor looked at the loaf of bread and replied to Diego that it was going to be a total of about 10 Florins, give or take a few.

10 whole Florins?! He didn't have that kind of money! With a sigh of frustration, Diego stormed off from the vendor in search of another place to eat. It'd been hard for someone his age to survive alone in such a large city without his parents there to guide him and no job to hold him over. Sure he had to sometimes resort to thievery, when he absolutely had to, but most of the time Diego tried his best to abide by the law, which was hard considering his lineage. Beginning to feel rather fatigued, Diego took shelter under an awning to get out of the heat from the afternoon sun.

The female assassin watched Aashiq as he picked up his things. He was quite enraged at the strange man's intrusion by the looks of it. He was muttering to himself and he was frowning. Leikari didn't think she'd ever seen him so mad. Then again, she couldn't blame him. Being interupted during a time like they were going to have would make anyone enfuriated. When he finally looked up at her, she was a bit supurised at his chuckle. "It seems quite a few fools are making their way into Rome now." She snickered as she spoke. Speaking about the woman that they had met earlier that day and the strange man on the horse, of course.

As she was nudged Lei grinned widely as Aashiq spoke. "I eagerly await for the next time that we're alone." With the grin still on her face, she stood and looked about the area. Well, there was nothing to do here. Where to.. Her only guess was to head back to the Bureau. Where she hoped, she could silently rest up some more before going off on another mission. With a quiet sigh, she looked over to Aashiq, who was standing there with his arms crossed, as though waiting for her to decide where to go. "Well, I guess we shall have to go back to the Bureau. As our.. day has been ruined." She frowned slightly before motioning to Aashiq to follow her as she began to walk towards the way they came. Easily squeezing through the bushes and towards the Bureau.

Svetlana shook her head slowly as she remembered the cattle. All of them. Just.. The thought sent shivers down her spine. Memories of her childhood and the cattle flooded her mind before she blinked when Cirillo began to speak again. No cattle. Thank goodness. She remained silent as they arrived at the stables. She looked at Cirillo as he asked her a question. Shaking her head, Svet grabbed the reins before moving them over the horse's head to their normal position. Swinging her legs over the saddle, she adjusted herself once she was seated on the horse's back. Looking over to Cirillo as he mounted his horse, she didn't really know which direction to go, so she waited.

The assassin watched his companion for a moment before pushing himself off the rock, he wasn't ready to go back to the bureau, really he wasn't ever, but Leikari was right there was nothing left to do here. With a few long strides he quickly caught up to her, brushing past the bushes, more carefully in some spots not wanting to get his robes torn or dirty again. Aashiq squinted once out of the trees, the sun was brighter when they had originally went in. Bringing a hand up to quickly adjust his hood "ah, this sun reminds me of home" chuckling inwardly he continued to follow Leikari, keeping his own pace, he had a feeling that once he arrived at the bureau there was going to be a nice stack of more pety things for him to do, things that he knew would only waste his time and dirty his robes. The streets of rome were as busy as ever, but he stayed close behind the female's steps, if anything, he had enough unexpected surprises for one day.

Levent paused to think. How was he going to word this without sounding... desperate, in a sense? He couldn't. A sighed escaped his lips. Looking at the Spaniard once again, a smile appeared on his lips again. "I remember who you are, özlüyor. And, uhh... I... can't help but think you are blaming yourself. For something you didn't do. Hiçbir şey yapmadı ama sen, affet. If that's any consolation, you are forgiven, though you did nothing." Taking a small bow, he turned around to retrieve his idiotic horse that didn't run away for whatever reason. He pulled on the animal's reins and climbed back onto it, nudging its side to move it forward.

The plague doctor nudged the side of the horse with his heels, guiding the horse onto the path that lead to the countryside. "Why did you question about the cattle, if it's not too much to ask? Это что-то беспокоит?" Cirillo looked back at Svetlana with a concerned look (that one could obviously not see, duh) . Damn masks.

He turned to look forward again and sighed slightly and looked up at the sky. It was about midday and they had a lot of time to kill before he was probably needed back at the Bureau. He still had to plan that whole spiel with Amadeo, that would help him get into the Castello. Even the doctor couldn't believe that the Assassin was out for such revenge. He usually wasn't like that.

The novice took an intake of air and held her breath as the foreign man began to speak. She slowly looked up, hoping he wouldn't say anything revealing, or ask any questions for that matter. She let out a sigh of relief when he was done speaking, giving him small smile. She was, in a way, amused. Of course she didn't do anything, so why would he forgive her for nothing. There was no reason for her to blame herself either. The only reason she was nervous around him was because she didn't want anybody to know that her family is full of Templars, and she is technically Templar-born. Perhaps he didn't even know she was related to those monsters. What a relief. Alverita simply shook her head at him before bowing back. After straightening up once more, she snorted, making a little comment in a low tone. "I'm surprised you are even alive, per ser honesta. No es como ellos para dejar ir a sus prisioneros." Looking back over to Amadeo, she tugged on his arm before putting her hands behind her head. "Vamos mestre, you still want to get those missions done, no? O es que quieren posponer las cosas un poco más? Whatever it is you want to do, I'll follow." She let out a small chuckle and waited for him to decide.

Two weeks had passed as the female made her way out to the coops to see if she had recieved anything from her homeland. Opening the door, the birds stayed in place, knowing they were not to fly unless picked up and helped into the air, not that they needed help. She looked on each birds back, where the message was strapped her eyes caught sight of a Templar Cross on one of the messages. ...This was an Assassin's message coop. No Templars would dare send something here.. would they? Curiosity got the better of her as she reached for the message and pulled it out carefully. She didn't want to damage it or anything. Opening the message, Leikari looked at the strange words. "Well this is great.. Can't read a damn thing on this thing.." She simply scanned over the words, however she tried to translate, not like she could, of course. A name caught her eyes. Alverita. What would her name be doing on here? The female huffed in frustration. She could not read a thing on here and only recognized a few simple words. She began to think. Why would Alverita's name be on a message from Templars? Unless.. Leikari gasped. "..No.. There is no way.." Narrowing her eyes slightly, she cursed under her breath. "I must tell someo--" She was cut off by the sound of footsteps sounding behind her. "··· Kuso."

"Finally, a day out of that damn bureau." The novice mumbled as she walked the streets of Roma. She'd been pretty much stuck there for quite a while to make sure she was fully recovered. She didn't like it at all though, having to stay there and do nothing. It put her in a pretty foul mood. The only time she was able to go out was to check the coops for any messages for her, which was what she was doing now. As she approached the coops, she noticed a figure already there, reaching into it and grabbing a message from one of the pigeons. Getting a little closer, she realized it was Leikari. Great, she already wasn't in the mood, and now she had to see her face. Letting out a huff, she stopped a few feet away and waited rather impatiently for a moment, before getting closer with a huff and slightly pushing the woman out of the way. "Moverse bruja. I'm expecting some messages. You wouldn't know that feeling verdad? Being as you have no friends back in your hometown, hmm?" Alverita let out a chuckle, her hazel eyes scanning the birds, looking at the parchments each of them carried. She grabbed a hold of one, checking the message to make sure it was hers, and took it with a smile. "Perfecto." Looking back over to Lei with a smirk on her face, she noticed that the assassin was holding a letter and spoke in a mocking tone. "Oh, I stand corrected? You do have friends?!"

Alverita's amused expression faded as her eyes went back to the paper in Lei's hands. The words on the paper weren't those weird symbols from Lei's country. They weren't Italian or English either. To her surprise, they were Catalan. The novice noticeably tensed up. She was pretty sure this woman didn't know a word of her language. And she was pretty sure that letter was for her. "What do you think you're doing with that, bruja? Snooping in other people's business? You have got some nerve." Taking a risky move, the novice snatched the paper out of the woman's hands, and shoved her rather hard, giving her a cold glare as well. She quickly looked down at the paper, her eyes widening as she saw the Templar crosses on it. Shit, that wasn't good at all. The girl quickly folded the paper up, and looked back up at Lei, giving her a glare once more.

She turned around just in time to see it was only Alverita. Narrowing her eyes she stayed completely silent. Ignoring the female's first few sentences. Leikari saw her tense, which only convinced her more that what she thought previously was true. She allowed the paper to be snatched from her, but when she was shoved, she stumbled and glared back at the female. Taking no time in striking out a leg to swing around and trip the novice, Leikari watched her fall before jumping on her. Using her knees to pin her downed arms, she nearly hissed the next few words. "Silence Templar. I can't believe you would be.." Shaking her head in disbelief, the woman watched as the novice struggled under her, which she then took out a hidden blade and pinned it to her neck. "Sniveling little traitor." A grin made its way onto her lips. Reaching back to grab the note from her hands she held it up and waved it slightly. "I wonder how Amadeo would react to having a traitor among our midst. Certainly wouldn't be a good outcome, would it, Novice?"

Alverita was set on leaving, about to take a step away from the other woman, when she suddenly found herself on her back with Leikari pinning her down. She winced in pain, then blinked a few times, trying to fully process what had just happened. The girl looked up at the assassin, a frown crawling onto her face. "What are you doing?! Bajarse de mí!" The novice struggled under her, trying to shake the woman off, but it was no use. As she jerked up, she felt a small pain on her neck. Stopping her attempts of escaping, she looked down at the cause of this. This woman really had a blade to her neck...She truly was insane! "Traitor?! You look like the traitor right now! Blade drawn on your own fellow assassin." She gave Leikari an even colder glare after the note was snatched from her hand and waved in front of her face. That glare was quickly wiped off her face as Leikari spoke. She wouldn't tell Amadeo her...assumptions...Right? Clearing her throat, Alverita spoke. "Now..there really is no need to tell him. Don't waste his time on such..nonsense.." Wait...Why was she acting scared of this...thing? The glare she gave Leikari quickly returned as she once more struggled to get free. "Now get off of me, putana! No soy otro de tus clientes! And give me back my letter!" After a few moments of trying to wriggle free, Alverita made a desperate move. Without even thinking twice, the novice hacked up as much spit as she could, before spitting at the woman's face, and when Lei moved back in shock and disgust, she took this opportunity to escape. Fully pushing Leikari off of her, she quickly got up and snatched the letter back from the assassin, and took off in no particular direction. Running as fast as she could, she made sure she turned into any alleyway she could, hoping that the girl wouldn't follow or catch her. Shit. She really was in for it now. The girl mumbled on as she continued to run. "I told him not to send it to that damn coop. Maldito idiota."

Leikari sneered as the novice called her a Traitor. "You're no fellow assassin to me, uragirimono" She firmly held the girl down, grinning as she saw her nervousness at the mention of Amadeo. Ha ha. Now she firmly believed Alverita was a Templar spy. "Nonsense, eh? Well personally I think Amadeo will love t--" She was cut off by the novice telling her to get off. Tch. As if she would ever. Suddenly, she saw Alverita make a strange sound before spit covered her face. Gasping in shock and disgust, she was shoved off, falling on the ground. The note was ripped from her grasp and she wiped the spit from her face and nearly screamed from the anger as it welled up inside of her. Quickly wiping the last of it off she stood and chased after the Novice. "Hashire kono Ama! You will wish you never came back to Rome!" She was sure she could catch her. Her legs kept going as her body was fueled by rage and anger. The ultimate form of disrespect in her country was commited and she would not stand for it. Racing around the allyway she saw the girl rush to, she yelled at her again. "You better come here Novice! When I get my hands on you.." Her voice echoed into the allyway as she skidded to a stop to turn then rush after the girl. She was really in for it now.

Aashiq squinted some as he stared up at the sky, he had just finished his....chores..as he liked to call them, off jobs he still had to do on his probations of sorts. The assassin grumbled, taking the cowl of his hood and pulling it down just enough to cover his eyes, he still thought it was a misuse of his skills, and the irritation still stood. He shook his head, shaking the thoughts away as he leaned back on a wall, arms crossed as he watched a few people pass, the street wasn't very wide it was a nice place to relax for now. On coming footfall caught his attention, eyes lifting to the far side of the street. A fast moving but familiar figure came running around the corner. Aashiq grinned, holding a hand up as a wave, "Ah, malá kvetina, I havn't seen you in awh-..." he watched as she ran right by, barely even giving him a glance as she kept on running down the street. Aashiq stared blankly, lowering his hand, maybe there were guards....or she had somthing important to do. The assassin only shrugged, turning to settle himself back on the wall, when another set of hard footsteps came around the corner, this figure he also recognized, with a smirk he lifted off the wall yet again "ahh moja drahá, the light seems to be brighter now as I see your fac-...." the second female went flying by also. The hooden man now stared at the end of the street both of the female assassins left from, a frown spread on his face when it suddenly changed to realization. did somthing happen...? "...hovno" bringing a hand to his chin as he thought, only shaking his head, it was best he only hear about it. "za nešťastné,..... ako to je, bolo by to celkom udalosti" a slow smirk spread across his face, as he turned to find a better spot to rest.