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       "Nice to meet ya." A thick Italian accent greeted Desmond and his ancestors as they entered the apartment." I'm Marzio."His features reflected his Italian heritage. He smelled strongly of cigarettes and he had one burning in his hand. "Which one of you is Desmond?" He pointed his slender finger in their direction before taking another puff of the white tube.

        "Um, I am..." Desmond leaned slightly. A pained expression flashed in his eyes for a moment.

        "Well, don't stand if you are in pain, come and sit down, idiota!" He motioned for them to enter.

         "It is nice to meet a fellow Italiano." Ezio said happily. His accent was much thicker then Marzio, which shocked him. Altair assumed a position leaning up against the wall next to the door, while Desmond sat in an empty chair in the living area. His legs were killing him. Ezio sat opposite of him.

         "Hrm, they zeem pretty well adjuszted to our times, zo far." An accent of another variety chirped out. She had a stern and serious expression that didn't match her young face which was riddled with scars. Desmond deduced she had a German accent.  She looked away, as if disinterested. "I am Ivy, by the way." She made her way back to her desk, were she was tinkering with some old contraption.

         "Don't mind her, she's a little...different..." A sweet voice whispered softly with a proper America accent. She had dark skin, almost black and long dreadlocks.He green eyes were rather odd and wide. She was pretty tall, at least 6 feet. She looked rather fierce, but had a kind voice and face. "I'm Naomi, and what are your two names?"She pointed at Ezio and Altair."

        "Ezio, salute." He smiled and shook her hand.

        "Altair." Altair said softly.

         "Nice to meet you all. Um, Lucy and the others should be up soon. So uh..." The light blush over he face looked odd compared to her dark skin.

         "Loosen up!" A chipper voice said ecstatically.  Soon, another man emerged from behind the kitchen counter. He had a bag of chips in his hand, most likely what he was looking for behind the counter. He jumped over it and stood next to Naomi. "Cuauhtemoc, what's up?" He shook Desmond's hand, then Ezio's and forced a handshake out of Altair. "But you can call me Mocka." He smiled.

        The air was rather tense,but soon, Lucy and the others showed up.

        "Ready to get to work?" Lucy said as her, Shaun and Rebecca brought up the pieces of the messed up animus along with other supplies.

Description
       "Nice to meet ya." A thick Italian accent greeted Desmond and his ancestors as they entered the apartment." I'm Marzio."His features reflected his Italian heritage. He smelled strongly of cigarettes and he had one burning in his hand. "Which one of you is Desmond?" He pointed his slender finger in their direction before taking another puff of the white tube.

        "Um, I am..." Desmond leaned slightly. A pained expression flashed in his eyes for a moment.

        "Well, don't stand if you are in pain, come and sit down, idiota!" He motioned for them to enter.

         "It is nice to meet a fellow Italiano." Ezio said happily. His accent was much thicker then Marzio, which shocked him. Altair assumed a position leaning up against the wall next to the door, while Desmond sat in an empty chair in the living area. His legs were killing him. Ezio sat opposite of him.

         "Hrm, they zeem pretty well adjuszted to our times, zo far." An accent of another variety chirped out. She had a stern and serious expression that didn't match her young face which was riddled with scars. Desmond deduced she had a German accent.  She looked away, as if disinterested. "I am Ivy, by the way." She made her way back to her desk, were she was tinkering with some old contraption.

         "Don't mind her, she's a little...different..." A sweet voice whispered softly with a proper America accent. She had dark skin, almost black and long dreadlocks.He green eyes were rather odd and wide. She was pretty tall, at least 6 feet. She looked rather fierce, but had a kind voice and face. "I'm Naomi, and what are your two names?"She pointed at Ezio and Altair."

        "Ezio, salute." He smiled and shook her hand.

        "Altair." Altair said softly.

         "Nice to meet you all. Um, Lucy and the others should be up soon. So uh..." The light blush over he face looked odd compared to her dark skin.

         "Loosen up!" A chipper voice said ecstatically.  Soon, another man emerged from behind the kitchen counter. He had a bag of chips in his hand, most likely what he was looking for behind the counter. He jumped over it and stood next to Naomi. "Cuauhtemoc, what's up?" He shook Desmond's hand, then Ezio's and forced a handshake out of Altair. "But you can call me Mocka." He smiled.

        The air was rather tense,but soon, Lucy and the others showed up.

        "Ready to get to work?" Lucy said as her, Shaun and Rebecca brought up the pieces of the messed up animus along with other supplies.