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Venezia, 1486
It's Carnevale, the busiest time of the year for Venezia, when rich locals and touring nobles flock to the streets to celebrate. Aside from the decorations, the lavish parties, the beautiful dresses and performances, the most noticeable part are the masks. They don't hide the faces much, but that's to make it easier to partake in drinking and eating and lovemaking. They're more symbolic than anything. You could recognize a person head to toe even without being able to see their cheekbones, but it's Carnevale, so you pretend you don't. And even then, with all the fireworks and rowdiness and drinking and debauchery, who would possibly bother with finding out someone's identity?
Ezio enjoys the season. It's a time when a hooded man can don a mask and everyone dismisses his presence with the same politeness they would give to anyone else during Carnevale. It's a time when everyone is busy and distracted, and he can carry out his work without putting too much effort into remaining unseen. It's a time when crowds mask him effortlessly, a time where city guards are loose with drink and become more lenient, and a time where there are so much storytelling and gossip circulating that murmurs about an assassination largely fall on uninterested ears.
It's a time where, after finishing work for the night, Ezio can "borrow" a gondola and drift down the canals with a beautiful woman, making love at the bottom of the boat and bringing her to the peak of pleasure under the stars, fireworks and city lights. All without anyone batting an eye.
Mmm, mmm, Carnevale di Venezia...
It's Carnevale, the busiest time of the year for Venezia, when rich locals and touring nobles flock to the streets to celebrate. Aside from the decorations, the lavish parties, the beautiful dresses and performances, the most noticeable part are the masks. They don't hide the faces much, but that's to make it easier to partake in drinking and eating and lovemaking. They're more symbolic than anything. You could recognize a person head to toe even without being able to see their cheekbones, but it's Carnevale, so you pretend you don't. And even then, with all the fireworks and rowdiness and drinking and debauchery, who would possibly bother with finding out someone's identity?
Ezio enjoys the season. It's a time when a hooded man can don a mask and everyone dismisses his presence with the same politeness they would give to anyone else during Carnevale. It's a time when everyone is busy and distracted, and he can carry out his work without putting too much effort into remaining unseen. It's a time when crowds mask him effortlessly, a time where city guards are loose with drink and become more lenient, and a time where there are so much storytelling and gossip circulating that murmurs about an assassination largely fall on uninterested ears.
It's a time where, after finishing work for the night, Ezio can "borrow" a gondola and drift down the canals with a beautiful woman, making love at the bottom of the boat and bringing her to the peak of pleasure under the stars, fireworks and city lights. All without anyone batting an eye.
Mmm, mmm, Carnevale di Venezia...