[There had been a green light. First it burned green like poison, like cold fire, but then-- the rain was falling, making everything wet, everything green. Green growing over the ruins and the ground forever, up in to the sky. It had been all right then, when she'd been so alone the moment before. But how long was a moment? Her sister's eyes had been full of rain, shining. Blue like the sky.
Mother had come for her. In spite of everything, and now she was dissolving, onward, upward into Mother's arms. At last. For what was Kadaj, but one last thing? Without hesitation, she left herself behind.

Still, so still in the warm room. No need for desires, no need to question, no need for the separate body or the separate mind. Mother had always been waiting.]

[Then came a feeling. Of falling through the cold. Dark green energy.]

[In the clearing stands a young woman. Her hair is dull silver and falls across her face. Her eyes are of a very different green than that of the vegetation around her and their pupils are cat-slit. Seemingly disoriented, she apparently isn't aware that she's being observed by a nearby vine, or of very much in general.
She sways on her feet, turning her head as if searching for something unseen. When she calls out, her voice is low, soft in a tentative way. As if she's only just learned to speak. Trapped apart in her body once more, Kadaj is awake.]

Mother?

[There's a grunt, muffled as much as can be and the thwump of a body clad in robes joined by the metallic rattle of weapons as Ezio rolls to take the impact out of the fall following her jump. It is hard to ignore any sort of pull to home and while Rome is not a true home, she has been settled there, working and training and striking at her enemies for long enough that she is comfortable - after all, she has had few reasons to leave since she arrived until the Siege of Vianna. She breaks into a run again, seeming to relish the freedom of not having groups of people to clatter into or guards who will take exception to her presence, chasing after her with weapons of all varieties.

The vine follows her feet as she puts on a little more pace and rushes, springing up and using the momentum to pull herself higher as she disappears for a moment.

And then it would seem that the vine is crawling up and up, showing the soles of leather boots and the hem of a robe. It pauses as the climber does, out of her sight as she hauls herself up, finding finger and toeholds with the assuredness of one who has been doing this for the better part of her life. Finally, she reaches a point she deems satisfactory and hauls herself upright to stand at the top to gaze down, the vine finally showing her, possibly the first full glimpse many have had of how a Master Assassin dresses and the weapons she is clad in.

The movement of the vine catches her attention - she is too well-trained not to catch anything in her peripheral vision - and she gives it the briefest of looks before returning her attention to the arena.]

It is strange. I was in Rome prior to my time here and while the arena had been left to crumble and ruin...it was not as this is. [She is of course referring to the culinary impliments she has spied.] Are all places here so dispari? Things that look like something you know on the outside only to be so...diverso when you stop to take a second look?

[She tips her head enough for a small smile to be seen.]

Non importa, despite the way it looks to be an arena for i cuochi, are we permitted - if a willing participant is found - to use this place as it was intended in other places? Where abilities were tested that were not of the culinary arts or must we find some other place for that?


[[ooc: Ezio is roaming around the Roman arena; of course it was going to catch her attention even if she is more used to seeing the ruins of such things.]]
Translations:
dispari - odd
diverso - different
non importa - no matter
i cuochi - the cooks

[Austria sits alone in her house, playing a melancholy tune on the flute that Spain had given her not too long ago. Her back is to the screen.]

[The robots that she took in seem to notice that something is wrong. One of them goes to make coffee while the other two stay near her in an attempted comforting gesture.]

[After a while she puts the flute down and stares at the floor.]

...So she really has left. Congratulations to her, then, for finding a way out, but I do wish she'd have brought me along.