"Dammit!"
Ezio looked up from where she was looking at a paper beside Leonardo to see Machiavelli with a finger in his mouth. She turned around fully as she asked, "What the hell were you doing?"
La Volpe smirked, "Nothing, just that Bird Brain here sucks at juggling."
The philosopher sitting beside him pulled his finger out, reveiling it sliced alone the side and a trail of red rolling down his hand. "Not with a dagger. And it was your brilliant idea to start doing this in the first place."
"Volpe, why?" Ezio asked in monotone.
"Machiavelli, are you annoied by this?" The thief asked, as if ignoring Ezio's question.
Machiavelli scowled, "Yes it does."
"There's your answer, Ezio." Volpe responded smiling.
"Ezio?"
"Ezio?"
"huh...?" Ezio felt herself slowly return to the waking world as she blinked groggily at Leonardo standing over her. "Wha...?"
"I need you to help me with something quick." Leonardo told her, and she sat up, still half awake as she followed him with a glassy eyed stare of someone who was exhausted from having to keep a beast from leaving the workshop. Because as soon as the sun had set last night, Bartolomeo turned back into his fur bound beastly werewolf form and almost managed to escape.
Rubbing her eye, she yawned, "What is it? Something wrong?"
"No," The artist answered. "Just that I wanted to try something." He pulled out the Apple and gestured for her to touch it, so she did, and nothing happened. Leonardo sighed, "I thought that maybe it much just work this time."
Ezio patted his shoulder, "You tried." By now, the man had shrunk down to the size of a nine year old child. Lucky them, he still had the intelligance of a fifthy year old, or they'd be screwed. "Maybe it's something else."
Leonardo shrugged, "Maybe. But I'm sure that if we don't find the answer to this soon, then I might just shrink into an oblivion, Machiavelli and La Volpe might just turn literally into animals, and Bartolomeo will escape and reak havioc on all of the city after sun down."
"Don't remind me." Ezio sighed. "I don't mind the challange, I just don't like being smacked across the room and almost breaking my back."
Leonardo nodded his agreement, then walked back to his work table. Out of plain curiousity, Ezio followed to watch him work. Soon La Volpe and Machiavelli woke up and came to sit in the usual spots.
"Dammit!"
Ezio looked up from where she was looking at a paper beside Leonardo to see Machiavelli with a finger in his mouth. She turned around fully as she asked, "What the hell were you doing?" In the back of Ezio's mind, she was thinking, deja vu.
La Volpe smirked, "Nothing, just that Bird Brain here sucks at juggling."
The philosopher sitting beside him pulled his finger out, reveiling it sliced alone the side and a trail of red rolling down his hand. "Not with a dagger. And it was your brilliant idea to start doing this in the first place."
"Volpe, why?" Ezio asked in monotone. But now really beginning to get creeped out by how much he had seen this scene.
"Machiavelli, are you annoied by this?" The thief asked, as if ignoring Ezio's question.
Machiavelli scowled, "Yes it does."
"There's your answer, Ezio." Volpe responded smiling.
Meanwhile, the look of a blank expression shifted to shock on Ezio's face. "I think I just had serious deja vu."
"What do you mean?" La Volpe asked.
Ezio shook her head. "I don't know. I just don't know." Then she sighed and started to the door.
Machiavelli watched, "Where are you going?"
"Out for a walk." Ezio answered, as she opened the door. Without looking back, she added. "And no La Volpe, you aren't tagging along this time."
La Volpe, who was half out of of his seat, blinked. Then he sat back down. "That was... odd."
"Why so shocked?" Machiavelli asked.
Volpe shrugged, "I don't know, she didn't even look at me when she said I couldn't come. How did she know that-?"
"Think about it." Machiavelli cut in. "You accompanied her every last time she had left the workshop, don't you think it'd be bluntly obvious that she would tell you no."
"But what about the fact that she felt like she had seen you failing at knife tossing before?" La Volpe asked.
Machiavelli shrugged. "Who knows, maybe I'm just really bad at it and anyone would expect me to mess up."
Though this did little to convince the thief. He wasn't one to see logic in every answer.