<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/tumblr_myf53uHgJ11skorpxo1_500_zpslidaysyl.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong></div></td><td>   </td><td>Ezio Chrysos (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=244674.msg12094425#msg12094425)</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Location:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>Ezio's Loft (The Church of the Lidden Eye)</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Time:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>Day 001; Late Morning</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Tagging:</strong></div></td><td></td><td>Closed; Ms. Parker</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Anything Else?</strong></div></td><td></td><td>n/a</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>The nave was designed for voices to carry, and the lilt of the feminine voice hit him before he could fully comprehend it. He was lost in a moment of staring out the window, of admiring the movement and life in the bustling streets. A repeat of the voice drew his attention, glancing away and looking towards the stairs to where the voice had carried, an amused smirk coming to his face only because he hadn't recognized it. The mixture of heels clacking and polite prefixes made him expecting a cop or a lawyer there either addressing a complaint, or serving him. The man from the Chorus, whose name was still escaping Ezio, intercepted her first. He was content to let his entrance build up as he let his coffee finish. He poured two cups; just sugar for him, but cream and sugar in the other cup.<br/><br/>He made his way down the stairs finally, his slow pace and the older metal stairs giving announcing his entrance as well as any herald might have. He was wearing his robe, but the movement of his thighs kept the soft fabric swaying enough that he wasn't more exposed than he was covered. He was surprised to see Belle back, but he didn't let that show. He offered a retort to the man's concern about the information, "Death is sad, but it is not to be feared. Death is part of the cycle that gives life purpose, you must remember that. Overcome sadness, and find strength from it, as you do with all tribulations." He leaned in to give the man a kiss on the forehead, "I believe Belle and I will need some time. I will see you at the next service?" Ezio framed it like a hopeful question, even if it was really a subtle order for the man to leave. He gave a nod before he turned back to Belle, closing the distance towards her.<br/><br/>"<em>Ms.</em>Parker..." He added a playful drag on the title that questioned her marriage, "Just Ezio is fine, unless your visit is impersonal?" He kept a smile, offering her the coffee before reaching out for half of a hug and a kiss to the cheek. He pulled back, taking a sip from his own still hot coffee, tilting his head back in a moment of savoring the strong flavor, "I admit, I expected you to come by closer to the evening, though based on your comment, perhaps I misunderstood the darkness I saw." He wasn't expecting her, but it  never hurt to play up the mysticism of his position. Even without her husband's connections, Belle was still a strong woman who could do well on her own. He gestured to a pew that had been turned into more of a lounge, taking a seat among some pillows and waiting for Belle to join him, "What do you have to share?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">I am using <strong>Hero's Herald</strong>. For my 'Burden', 2: 1/2 Prophecy as Penalty to DV (round down to 0) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86012)<br/>Perception + Prophecy: Fail (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86013)<br/>Perception + Empathy: 2 Successes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86014)<br/>Perception + Awareness: 3 Successes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86015)</div></div>