Assassin's Creed | What If's

Their Encounter Part 2

Previously on their Encounter. . .

I fell from the sky, crash in the water, ended up in France, guards almost took me to jail, ran as fast as I could from them. Earlier I was in France, now I'm in London, met two assassins along the way, Arno and Jacob. They explain that there's a white line conjoining two worlds. Suddenly an earthquake and another world just joined in, I wonder if I'm able to go back on my own. . .

Recently~

The three of us are hesitantly walking in an unfamiliar world, of course, we can't tell if its safe or not. "So, aren't we going in or not?" I asked, surely they said it's okay to go in, until we arrived here, a sudden change of plan, whether we go in or come back with enough courage. "Come on, we'll never know unless we go in," I said with encouragement. Both of them took a deep breath and exhales silently, they started walking across the line and I followed.

Once we got in, there were people there too, looking at the white line, we thought it's the same effect. Probably, the people here also got scared and confused about what's going on. We're at the bridge, vendors on the side, out of curiosity, few people started to look at us. Immigrants? its that what they think, new people from other countries? Maybe.

Out of the blue, we saw a man analyzing with excitement. Then he saw us, approaching with curiosity, I could've sworn he wore the same outfit as the artist we know in art history. He wore a red cap, he has blond hair, a green outfit with golden linings, surround his back is his red cape, and he has a belt with artistic tools.

"You've been. . . daunting on us," Jacob mumbled, uneasy. The blond realize his actions. "Ah! Mi dispiace, I didn't mean being rude, I just wondering that- why do you dress so. . . Differently," as he pointed at him. "You mean this old thing?" Jacob holding his coat. Soon the blond looked at Arno, surprisingly he guessed that Arno's french but how?

"How did you know that I was French?" Arno asked, "I just have. . . A feeling that you are," he paused. "Ah, where are my manners, name's Leonardo Da Vinci, at your service". He bowed, we couldn't believe our eyes that the man we're speaking with is Leonardo da Vinci himself and looked young, somewhere in mid 20's I believe. Jacob knows a few art knowledge but never studied in his own time, while for Arno, he's an art junkie since he told me that he is well-educated, he read books. for me, I'm a nerd, so I love any type of art.

Leonardo darts on me, he examines my clothing, lifting my arm, my legs and face, it's like doctors doing. I don't find it weird I just see him being serious at the same time curious. "I've never seen such fabric before, what do you call it?" He asked.

"It's cotton," I answered. "Cotton? Like wool?" Leonardo asked.

"Something like that,"

"Interesting, well I do realize, the way you dress is out of the question, and what are those?" Leonardo is not kidding with the last question, he's asking about my rubber shoes, good thing I'm not wearing slippers or anything. When I thought about it, cause' 14th century wears medieval footwear. I look down and notice Leonardo wears light brown boots, Arno and Jacob wear black boots.

I answered to him nervously: "These are. . . Rubber shoes," and Leo's eyes were wide, "Rubber shoes?" His tone went "how exciting" kind of tone. To Jacob's eyes, he finds it very annoying, now's the time to change a subject.

"Okay, we're getting away from our suspicion earlier, can you tell us where are we?" Jacob asked gravely. "Ah, you're Florence, mi Amico, Firenze," said Leo. Wow, we're in Florence? This is the beautiful place where. . . Oh, I remember this, hold on, my mind wandered and I suddenly to giggle, fangirling internally, yet I have to stay calm in front of Leonardo and asked him in an Italian accent, I'm sorry but the accent got me hard.