When she was sure the coast was clear, Ezio leapt from the haystack and continued to run to Leonardo's workshop. Giving up on her theft delema. Well you'd think it'd be easy now. Right?
Right?
Yeah right...
Once against, she crashed into someone, and stumbled to kee balance as she continued running, not looking back to see the person she had pushed out of the way.
"Wait-? What? Ezio!"
She cursed to herself as she reconized the voice of the victim being La Volpe! Even worse, he had always been faster! She didn't spare a look back as she raced down an alley to loose him, listening to his confused and questioning calls until she finally managed to loose him. She leaned against the wall, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath from the long chase.
As her heart slowed to a steadier rate, she sighed heavily and turned to continue onto Leonardo's, only to find herself face-to-face with the master thief! Which had startled her as a gasp of surprise hitched in her throat. It was forchanate that she had her hood up, or he'd have seen her now woman feathures intantly.
"Ezio, why'd you run?" La Volpe asked, arms crossed. Ezio didn't even meet his violet gaze, too embarrassed by her current perdicament to reveal such. This lacking an answer caused the thief to ask, "Is something wrong?"
Ezio nodded, keeping her head low so the hood covered her face.
"Then what?" He didn't realize that La Volpe had looped a finger under her chin, but the hand moved back as if in shock at the discovery of her lacking a beard. "Did you completely shave or something?"
Cheeks reddening with embarrassment, she reached up for the edges of her hood, and pulled it off as she looked up with a mixture of annoyance, anger, worry, and fear bubbling into her expression. The thief only could react with a soundless "oh" as he stared wide eyed at the now woman assassin.
"Volpe, did you find... him...?" Ezio swung around in surprise as she saw Bartolomeo standing with shock depicted all over his face. What seemed like an eternity of an awkward silence later, the mercenary captain exclaimed, "Ezio's a woman?"
That only made her blush deep scarlet and she forced her hood back up to cover it. There was still Ezio's dignity! "Yes, Bartolomeo, somehow I've turned into a woman. And I have a pretty good idea what caused it." That damned Apple of Eden. Which she had stashed away in her pocket before jumping out. "Now can I go? I need to get to Leonardo's."
La Volpe nodded, "Then we'll come with you. Just to see if there is any way to fix this."
"Leonardo?"
The artist was staring down at his work on his desk, a hand on his bearded chin, but when he heard his friend, he looked up. "Yes Ezi- ooohhhh..."
There stood his friend, slimmer than usual, hair longer, cheeks reddened in embarrassment, and his clothes seemed looser on him than usual. The armor really missfitting and looked heavier now that they sat on his much more... er, how could he discribe it in a word? Feminine?
"We have a problem," Ezio said gruffly, his voice seemed forced. He opened a hand, holding the Piece of Eden. "I think the damned Apple did this."
Behind him-her-it-something entered La Volpe and Bartolomeo. And he couldn't help but wonder, "What button did you press on that thing?"
Ezio casted him a dumbfounded look, as if he hadn't thought of it, and studied the orb in her hand, then pointed to a fractment that sort of looked like an hourglass. Then pressed on it, though nothing happened.
"Leonardo, have you seen Ezio..." Machiavelli had entered the still open doorway, closing it behind him as he stared at his friend with a look of confusion. This would be a long day...