Scene #3502:

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Nasrin	The sun was beginning to sink below the parched desert mountains, and as the night made her way to visit each door in the city in its turn, a shopkeep was just rolling down the rusted, scratched grate over the door, clicking its padlock into place. He pauses, peering through watery eyes and greasy glasses into the gloom of the street, and turns, gathering up a backpack and making his way into the dark. Behind him slithered a figure, lean and hungry, shoulders slightly raised as she walks, coming alongside him. "There are three men behind you. Keep walking." a soft, deep voice states. She's clad in dark gray, with a scarf over her hair and face, masking everything but the eyes -- common in a conservitive-leaning area. The man gives a start, but keeps walking. The footsteps of their pursuers come ever closer, tapping lightly against the ground.
Ezio Auditore	Ezio Auditore is a man of many talents and trades to deal with. He's a considerbly busy man, and more or less runs this shop after having rented it out for the Brotherhood's own purposes. They've moved out into the Multiverse proper, having expanded their horizons since Unification. It makes it harder for the Borgia to track them, and Ezio has never been one to put down roots for too long. He doesn't respond when the woman speaks, instead he continues to walk. This isn't something he hasn't had to deal with before, but the fact someone else picked up these ruffians before him does raise a brow. Something about this woman sounds familiar, even if she is difficult to identify with that burqa. Gently and discretely, his hand tucks within his suit jacket for something as he begins to head towards an alleyway.
Nasrin	They pass beneath a lonely streetlight illuminating the alleyway. The woman beside him continues to walk, her shoulders drawing up slightly as she regards the man she walks with. A familiar countence. Something caught from the edge of memory -- -- but her vision, that sixth sense indicates him as friend -- and that is something worth protecting. She continues to walk beside him for a ways, keeping with his movements until there's the sound of a switchblade. The men lost their protection from The Creed as they called out: "Oi! Grandfather! How about you hire some strapping young men to gu--" When she moves, it is like the wind rippling through a river. Tiny waves in her movements. Muscles tensing, relaxing, and as she comes about, the first man -- the one with the knife -- gets something in return. A throwing blade sticks from his throat.
Ezio Auditore	"I have no use for thugs." The old man replies, just before suddenly the woman strikes before he can draw the pistol in his coat. He's caught off guard for once, before he realizes who the girl is. A grin cracks on his face, before he foregoes the gun in favor of something less noisy. Drawing a dagger from his coat, he lunges towards the second man before the first is even on the ground, his blade thrusting into Thug Number 2's chest with lightning speed. Ezio Auditore has been waiting for someting like this, a simple street fight to get him back into the game does wonders for his skills. He's been getting rusty, it's time to do something about that.
Nasrin	I /know/ that voice, she thinks, in the back of her mind the younger Assassin considers the identity -- and the strangeness of this meeting. The third man is cut down with a curved blade, its guard a pair of wings etched in silver and black. The work is finished cleanly, with no cruelty. She draws upwards, cleaning be blade and flicking the blood from its tip before she sheathes it again, discarding the shawl but keeping the cloth around her face as she gives pause, her lips pursing beneath the fabric as she looks to Ezio with a measure of curiosity.
Ezio Auditore	Once the three men are dealt with, immediately Ezio's hand grasps the woman's by her collar. She is dragged into the alleyway, where nobody can see her, and the shawl covering her face is torn from her head. "Do not scream and no harm will come to you." He assures her quietly, before the girl's hands frisk her for any other concealed weapons. Call it habit, but Ezio doesn't quite trust mysterious women who come to save his life until he knows their face. At least a name will be nice.
Nasrin	Her eyes go wide, and she bristles as she's grabbed and turned into the alleyway. No, she doesn't scream. Her eyes narrow as she reaches to keep the scarf in place, and Ezio finds a bandoleir of throwing blades, a long knife, a steel choke-wire with leather handles and a small cup to her side, and perhaps surprisingly, a hidden blade pressing against his hands. "Are you always so handy with women you meet in the dark, or am I just lucky?" a more familiar voice pipes up, her accent and Arabic unmistakeable for the 'fledgeling' of Alamut. The Assassin's Parrot. Her head tilts to the side, and she gives an almost amused look as she lets the rest of the scarf fall away, showing the freckled face of Nasrin Al'Halabi.
Ezio Auditore	The Parrot of Alamut is back, it seems. Ezio's eyes go wide as he finds the weapons on Nasrin's person, before he realizes who she is. Standing back up, he manages a smile as his knife goes back into the sheath, and the Master Assassin gives Nasrin a gentle pat. "Every so often, but usually I don't have the mysterious kinds assisting /me./" He chuckles, it's clear Nasrin's grown to be quite fetching now, but it isn't the time to flirt. "Where have you been? When Altair sent us a message about the Mongols, he said nothing about your wherabouts."
Nasrin	"Had I known it was you I wouldn't have bothered taking care of the little details." Nasrin replies as she straightens herself out, and retracts the hidden blade back into its sheath -- but at the pat she gives a moment's frown at the older Assassin, and she shrugs the scarf over her shoulders. "Al Mualim didn't know where I had gone." the young woman replies, her eyes lighting up as if she were hiding a secret, her fingers curling around the edges of the gray scarf, feeling its soft thread beneath the calloused fingers.
Ezio Auditore	Nasrin will notice the Beretta nine millimeter poking out of Ezio's jacket holster, before he himself straightens back out. "I see. I take it you had other things to do?" He doesn't seem to bother trying to pry answers out of Nasrin, merely inquire. She /was/ gone a long while. Everyone had gone their separate ways without Altair's leadership admittedly; Connor had the homestead, Jericho had returned to his world to seek out El Dorado, Auron returned to Spira, and Corvo did the same to Dunwall. "Do not be mistaken, it IS good to see you once again, Nasrin." Ezio says after a brief silence, a bit of paternal warmth crossing over as he smiles and offers out a hand.
Nasrin	Everyone had gone their separate ways, and Nasrin -- unwilling to return to a Cairo beneath Saladin -- had wandered. She gives a slight smile, and she drew her shoulders up. "I was feeling lost. There was finding to be done, and I looked until I found." she replies riddlishly, her lips curling into a smile. She had grown, no longer the scrappy, youthful slight. She reaches out, and takes Ezio's wrist in a grasp of comeraderie. "It's good to be among my brothers again."
Ezio Auditore	It's been a long time since Nasrin and Ezio had crossed paths. Ezio had gotten grayer, and Nasrin had matured, it seems. He glances back to her, nodding with a gentle smile before he leads her out of the alley. "My initiates will take care of the bodies, and I have a small apartment. There will be room for you to stay, I keep a guest room just in case." He says along the way, and Nasrin will hear men in the distance taking care of the dead thugs the further they get. It's not said, but Ezio is clearly glad to have an old comrade back again.
Nasrin	Grayer, but no less Ezio. Nasrin gives a wry smile. "It seems I needn't extend the effort at all if you are already tailed, Assassino~." Nasrin teases lightly, happier than when they last met. She lifts the hood over her head, feeling its peak settle down as she gives a smile. "Lead the way, then. A safe place to sleep may be just what I need after a long trip."