Leonardo walked out to the main room with some blankets, still slightly shocked by the sight of La Volpe with a fox tail and ears, and even more so Machiavelli's bird wings. Because of slight paranoia, he had double checked to be sure nothing unusual came up on himself. Bartolomeo had left to check in on his wife and such.
Machiavelli was sitting on the chair, leaning forward in order to keep from putting his wings in a bad position. And La Volpe had moved Ezio around in order to get himself a seat, now making the womanized assassin lay across his lap with his tail brought out to the side over her legs. He didn't seem to mind it. But he had been sure to pull his hood up, consealing the little black tipped tawny ears on the top of his head.
"Anyone want a blanket?" Leonardo asked.
Machiavelli looked up, "Gazie, Leonardo." Accepting one.
Before he could hand one to Volpe, the thief refused and pulled his cape up over his arms, "No need. That's what my cape's for."
"Really?" Machiavelli questioned with a puzzled look.
"No." La Volpe answered.
Leonardo still set a blanket down on Ezio's mid section before turning to walk out. "I'm going to see that Apple again. Don't break anything." There was light humor in his eyes as he looked to Machiavelli, who almost knocked a painting off the wall with his wing.
La Volpe stared down at Ezio as he sighed before leaning back into the couch. It seemed any progress made was lost. Not that he thought that it was the end of the world, there'd be another way to change her back. But it was clear the Apple wasn't helping. That hint probably comes from the fact he now has the ears and tail of a fox.
For once, she seemed so peaceful, and innocent. Though he knew better. And as soon as she'd wake up, he was sure that Ezio would be annoyed with him. Oh well. With a sigh, he shut his eyes.
Through a haze of semi consciousness, Ezio woke up and sat herself up, stricked by a sudden wave of pain which exploded in her ribs. She grasped onto the sore area to feel bandages covering it. Bringing up the famous 'what the hell happened last night' question.
She stood up as she heard a voice behind her yawn, "Ezio, you're up."
Ezio looked over her shoulder, only seeing big feathers and a giant wing! In moments, she rushed away, in a panic. Running out the door and into the starry clear night. She made no hesitant to take to the roof, the thing calling behind her along with another voice. She didn't stop, just ran. What the hell was going on?
Then next thing she knew, her wrist was grabbed, and she was pulled backwards to find herself face to face with a violet eyed thief. La Volpe kept a strong hold on her forearms as she tried to pull free, then took hold of her shoulders as he told her, "Why were you running?"
She blinked, "I- there was something huge with wings!"
"I know it must be so hard to believe, but I have feeling too."
Ezio turned back to see Machiavelli, and sure enough there were two giant wings attatched to his back! And once again she pulled away from Volpe, needing to put some distance from her and him. "How did you get wings?"
Drink RedBull of course. Nah just kidding, they didn't have any.
Machiavelli sighed, "The damned apple gave me them, and turned La Volpe into part vixen."
La Volpe turned and glared at him. "Do I look like a woman to you?"
Ezio backhanded him and stormed past, "I'm not a woman either, but look at the situation I'm stuck in!" Then she jumped over to the next roof and came back inside the workshop. Fists clentched as she sat down on the couch. Glaring at the floor.
A hand patted his shoulder, and she looked up to Leonardo as the artist told her softly, "They can be very foolish. Just don't worry about it."
The assassin nodded, then wrapped her arms around Leonardo. "Thanks, amico mio."
She let him go and stood back up, Leonardo following. Then she noticed something.
"Leonardo? Are you getting shorter?"
The artist gave her puzzled look, "Either that. Or you're getting taller."
The two hurried off to measure Leonardo, and discovered that he infact was shrinking! Although this was interesting to the inventor, Ezio was dead worried. Would it continue until he was the size of a bug? Or did it just reduce him down by a few inches?
"That damned Apple!" Ezio cursed. "It's messing around with all of us!"
"Well, actually, Bartolomeo was here as well and nothing seemed to of happened to him." Leonardo corrected.
There was then a scream outside and the door swung open as Machiavelli and La Volpe came running inside, the latter turning and slamming to the door shut behind him, both panting and the light of fear making their eyes wide!
"What the hell?" Ezio stared at both, catching a glance at Volpe's ears pinned back to his head, as his hood had fallen down, before the thief pulled his hood up.
Machiavelli was first to gasp, "There was something out there!"
La Volpe nodded, "A beast!"
Ezio crossed her arms, not buying the obvious joke there were trying to pull. "I don't thing there's anything out there."
La Volpe glared a moment before putting in, "If you don't believe us, then come see for yourself!"
"Fine, I will." Ezio agreed.