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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
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Clipped (17a/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-05 05:34 am (UTC)(link)"They're all still sleeping King," Night growled, "and they were still sleeping when you looked five minutes ago."
"I know," Malik huffed and sat back down strait in the passenger seat. It was well past midnight by now and nothing friendly was awake. "Sorry," he muttered.
"Hey, I don't really care. Volpe is paying us, actually paying us. So I don't care who or what they are, but you," he fixed Malik with a look, "are supposed to be looking out there," he waved a finger to the darkness, "and keeping me awake."
"Yeah, sorry," he said again, settling into the seat. "Just... Rifters Night, real Rifters, and they didn't try and kill us."
"Fuck I know right," Night said and rubbed his nose making the ring on it flare. "When Volpe told us it was Rifters I wont lie; I nearly shit myself," Malik snickered. "Then he told me how much he'd pay me, pay me, to get a team together and get them out of the country. Nearly shit myself again," Malik had to hold back his laughter. "And even at a twenty, forty split you three are making serious cash," he rubbed his fingers together. "Whoever Volpe has in his pocket with that kinda loot. Fuck I’d gladly kiss his shoes."
"Volpe always comes up with interesting things doesn't he?"
"Isn't that an understatement," Night snorted. "Also, you hear the news about the guy we took 'em from?"
"Who? He never gave his name," Malik swallowed.
Night blew a raspberry and Malik watched the speedometer creep up to a dangerous speed. "I'm not some dumb ass. That was Leonardo Vinci. Apparently that big wig Antonio's been talking up a storm about him. Says he found another genius," he said.
"Really? How do you know that?" it was an odd thing for a mover to know. Usually they were more worried about keeping their ear to the pulse of the slave trade and listening to diplomatic relations and the kennel bureau.
"My girl is into art, I saw it in one of her mags," Night shrugged.
"I see. Hey, slow it down Night, you're going real fast and I don't want to get pulled over with three Rifters in the back seat."
"Heh, sorry, got carried away," Night smirked and let off the gas pedal so they cruised down to a more manageable speed. "So what'ou think of our cargo?"
"The Rifters?" And Night nodded. "I dunno, kinda scary I guess. You see how tall they were?" Malik didn't have to fake bewilderment since he honestly was sort of bewildered by how tall Ezio and Altair were.
"Yeah, they look scary as hell too. All jaw and cheeks and eyes like hell. Bet they could break one of us in half without flinching," Night rambled. "I mean you know the stories. How easy do you think it would be for them to just murder us all and go on their way? I almost feel like Volpe didn't pay me enough for this bull shit."
"If they did they would have killed that man who bought them don't you think?" Malik asked. Part of him was annoyed with Night for thinking like that. Rifters weren't monsters, they were just people. Sure tall people who had training that let them kill you with one finger but still just people.
"I guess. Still gives me the creeps," Night shivered. "That's the two scary ones, Sicarius and Aquila though, what about the little one? Fuck what's his name...?"
"Divinus," Malik supplied.
"Yeah that one. What's his deal? He got all freaked out back when we stopped for dinner because Parker touched him."
Re: Clipped (17b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-05 05:35 am (UTC)(link)"Stop the car," Altair's voice came from the back like a bullet and Night jumped clear out of his chair with a loud curse and slammed on the breaks. Everyone jolted awake.
"Morning already?" Parker moaned from the middle seat.
"No, the Rifter just scared the piss out of me," Night snarled and looked back at him.
Altair however was ignoring Night, "Aquila," he said unstrapping himself from the seat and they spoke in Rifter tongue. After a few seconds Ezio nodded and undid his own belt.
"Hey, where are you going?" Pseudonym demanded and they opened the sliding door letting in hot autumn air.
"Turn the car off," Altair said head turning as he looked all around.
"What?" Night was still confused.
"I said turn off the car you stupid Sheep," Altair spat, "We aren't alone here," and Malik reached over and turned the car off to Night's protest. The engine died and the lights went out leaving them in dark silence except for Ezio and Altair walking carefully around the car with deliberate slowness. As one of them passed in front of the wind shield he could see in the moonlight that they held a knife, a big one with one side having a serrated edge. He swallowed.
"What the he'll is going on?" Parker hissed, obviously afraid of being to loud.
"Sheepdogs," Des said from the back. They all turned and looked at him. "They know my brothers killed someone important, they just don't know who," he was looking out the window, his face pressed right up against it. Then they heard him speak, like he was counting, only it was in his tongue and not their own.
"Hey, Divinus," Night said drawing Des' attention. "What's a sheepdog?"
"Something that wants us all dead," he said seriously and you could have heard a pin drop in the car, "there are only three of them though, we'll be fine," and he smiled a soft reassuring smile."
"How do you know that?"
"My brothers wouldn't let three stupid sheepdogs get their way," be said, "they want to go home to-" he was cut off by a scream. Abruptly it was cut short and they heard a gunshot. They all ducked to avoided getting hit by a wayward shot but they heard no more. The silence was deafening and everyone seemed to be holding their breaths but there were no more screams, or gunshots or any noise at all and Malik felt the hair on his arms and back of his neck stand on end.
Pseudonym couldn't hold back a scream when the sliding door suddenly opened. "Shut up," Altair snapped as he and Ezio climbed inside. She quickly covered her mouth. "They're gone," he said climbing over Des to sit by the window.
"Who's gone? What the hell just happened?" Parker demanded.
"Does it matter?" Ezio asked harshly, "My brother and I just saved your sorry skin," he pulled out a rag from somewhere and abruptly wiped his knife across it. The rag became bloodied and Pseudonym turned green before looking away.
"What did you two just do?" Night turned in his seat, demandingly.
Re: Clipped (17c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-05 05:35 am (UTC)(link)"Holy fuck!" he yelled and flailed for a few seconds as if he wanted to jump out of his seat.
"King, tell him to drive before I make him," Altair snarled. Malik didn't have to say anything though because that was enough of a threat. The car suddenly lurched forward and they drove around the dead guy.
"I'm not getting paid enough for this," Malik heard Night mutter and he had to admit the blonde might be right.
—
Malik had never been to the desert that housed the Rift and beyond. He knew it was hot but he wasn't at all prepared for how hot it really was. It was like standing next to an oven, only the heat of that oven was coming from every direction and Malik felt like he was dying, like he was literally being cooked alive from the inside. It wasn't a nice feeling and he was grateful to realize the others felt the same. Well his fellow Sheep anyways as the Rifters were perfectly adapted for the harsh conditions. They also truly had the proper gear, thin yet durable material that allowed air to pass through, a hood, and thick soled boots to help keep their feet from burning. The only thing that seemed foolish was the length, the sleeves and pants were both long and if Malik was sweating he could only imagine they were. Or he hoped so at least.
They'd left the car a two days back and were now walking towards the first barrier, a fence that's stretched the entire border. It wasn’t the easiest thing to breach but it could be done in a few hours you just had to be careful not to be caught, and if there was on thing movers were good at was not getting caught. The fence was about a three day walk and then the Rift itself was about another three days or so. After that... they didn't really know. Those who went beyond the Rift were pretty much never seen again, or if they were it was found dead in the sand with their throats cut. Thinking about it made Malik raise his hand up to his throat as he walked.
He looked up and narrowed his eyes when Des suddenly ran past him yelling something. How he could run in this heat was beyond him but apparently they hadn't even really reached the desert, just the plains that's led up to the Rift. He followed Des' line as he pointed to something high in the sky. Malik squinted at it and realized it was a bird. Just a dumb bird and Des was acting like it was the most amazing thing in the world.
"Harpy Eagle," Altair suddenly said appearing next to him.
Malik jumped, "Holy fucking Father don't you ever make noise?" he demanded angrily.
"Not unless I want to,” Altair shrugged.
Malik grumbled to himself before asking, "What's a Harpy eagle?"
"A bird native to our lands. Its a good omen since that's where we get our feathers from," Malik swallowed when he said that.
"Good omens?"
"Yep."
"At least that's something," Malik sighed.
“Good for our people at least,” Altair said, “I can only imagine they’d look like death omens for your people.
“Well isn’t that a pleasent thought,” Malik said sarcastically before he sighed and looked ahead. Des was way ahead of them, his white hood standing out amid the gray brown of the landscape. He didn't even look tired despite the pack he carried which had his rations. "How can he... well all of you," now he really looked at Altair and though the man was sweating it was nowhere near as much as Malik was, "be so energetic in this oppressive heat?"
"Oppressive?" Altair rose a brow at him, "This is the start of our cool season. One of storms and rain. This is wonderful weather," Altair smirked. "We are also built for it, you people are not."
"I suppose," Malik huffed.
Re: Clipped (17d/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-05 05:36 am (UTC)(link)As Des came towards them Altair left and Malik took another sip of his canteen. The water was tepid and disgustingly warm, feeling hotter than his own internal temperature, but it was clean, pure water which he kept sweating out. As he drank another shadow passed over him and he looked up, squinting against the sky which was unreal it was so blue and made his eyes hurt. It was Night.
“You were talking with that Rifter,” he said crouching.
“Yeah, and?”
“What did he say?” he asked looking at the brothers as Ezio shed his gear bag and rotated his arms at the shoulders. They weren’t to far away but they couldn’t hear them either since the wind was blowing their voices away.
“That bird,” Malik pointed up, eyes straining against the light, “Harpy eagle, said it was a good omen,” he shrugged.
“What else he say?”
“Nothing,” Malik took another swig before putting away his canteen and wiping his brow.
“Really? Nothing?” Night didn’t believe him.
“Yeah, nothing,” Malik glared at him, “Now drop it,” he growled. After a few seconds Night stepped away going back to his own pack to drink.
Roughly ten minutes later they were underway again, Des out in front by a good ways, his head tipped up and making his hood fall down around his shoulders, and the two warriors lagging behind by about fifty feet. Malik pulled his hat down low to help cover his face from the sun but found the brim seemed almost to small. He held back an annoyed groan and didn’t complain.
At one point they stopped to get their bearings, though the Rifters jut seemed annoyed to be stopping, as if they knew automatically where to go, like some weird homing beacon. Malik found it annoying since they could at least pretend they needed their help. Not like that would ever happen. The two that would talk to them were to proud to say they needed help from Sheep and the third didn’t even talk to them anyways. Well he talked to Malik, though barely. By the end of the day they could see the fence and it was anything but a fence.
“Fuck,” Night groaned when he saw it. Truth be told none of them had actually been to the Rift, they knew how to get there but not what the real boundaries looked like and the ‘fence’ was more like an impassable wall of barbed wire and solid bars that stopped people from getting across.
“I hope you brought wire cutters,” Altair said resting his weight on one leg comfortably as he appraised the fence with his calculating amber eyes which were hidden under the shadow of his white hood.
“Of course we did,” Night snapped.
“C’mon Night, it’s to hot to be angry right now,” Parker complained. Night grumbled under his breath. “We probably won’t make it through before dark so we should set up here, get as far as we can in what light there is and finish cutting in the morning.”
“What about the bars?” Pseudonym asked anxiously.
“We’ll worry about that once he clear a bath through the barb wire,” Parker said and dropped his pack. They followed suit and Malik drank some water enjoying how it felt, easing his parched throat.
“Lets rest for a bit-
“No,” Altair cut off Pseudonym. “We need all the light we can get,” he said, “It is cool at night and we can rest then.”
“I don’t remember when you became in charge Rifter,” Night growled.
Re: Clipped (17e/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-05 05:37 am (UTC)(link)“Great,” Parker sighed, “So how do we get by?”
“We find the path of least resistance, cut through what we have to and dug under,” Altair explained, “Divinus,” he called and Des who had drifted off somewhere looking at something they couldn’t see came back around. “You have the best eyes, find us a quick path.”
Des frowned at his brother and said something sadly. He saw Ezio out of the corner of his eye become stiff as he spoke. Altair put his hands on his brother’s shoulders and spoke to him till finally Des nodded. The teen pulled something out of his pocket, it looked like a small pad of paper and a pen before turning and looking at the fence. Malik wasn’t the only curious one who came around to see what he was going to do. Des kept his head down for several seconds before looking up. Malik almost fell over his own feet as he stepped backwards. He was used to seeing the Rifters’ eyes turn gold, but this was positively frightening. Des’ eyes had turned white, with a massive pupil in the very center that didn’t move, didn’t even twitch.
Altair put his hands back on his shoulders when he started to sway and with a jolt Malik realized what was happening. Des was seeing. Rapidly Malik went through what Altair had told him about prophets and their sight. It was a powerful tool and could let them see the future and the past and things that weren’t exactly what they appeared to be. But usually they needed a medium, the Animus Altair had called it, and without it it could cause permanent emotional, psychological and neural damage to the prophet that caused pain and sometimes, in extreme cases, resulted in death. Suddenly Malik felt cold despite the blistering heat as he watched Des who looked like he was writing something, or drawing, maybe, Malik wasn’t sure.
It only lasted about two minutes before with a cry that sounded very pained Des slid back into reality with force and Altair hadn’t been holding him would probably have fallen. Altair spoke in gentle and calm tones as he lowered his brother to the ground, brushing away sweat and Malik was sure he heard small sobs coming from the younger man. “Here,” Altair snatched the pad and threw it at Malik, “A map,” Malik fumbled over the pad before looking at what was on it. It indeed was a map, a maze actually and it looked impeccably drawn with perfectly strait lines.
“What’s the distance ratio?” he asked.
Ezio came up behind him and plucked the pad from Malik’s hand. “Looks like a standard one to three,” he said.
“One to three what?” Parker asked.
“Uh… crap,” he muttered. After a few seconds Ezio called to Altair who was still comforting their brother. Altair snapped the words back, sounding annoyed. “Centimeter to three meters,” he said.
“You kidding?” Night snatched the pad. “Shit this will take a while,” he said counting up the centimeters. “Parker, gimmie a pen, a red one,” he ordered and Parker handed it over. First Night traced a path with the pen closed till he had found a shot from the fence to the open ground they were on and then drew it in with the pen. “Okay, so then we’re ganna cut through these parts,” he said. “Where’s the origin?”
“Right in front of where Divinus was standing,” Ezio said his voice sounding dry. Malik doubted it had anything to do with the heat or the weather though.
“Lets get this started then,” Night announced and opened his pack pulling out a pair of heavy gloves as well wire clippers. Malik and Parker did likewise and Night quickly instructed them where to start cutting.
Re: Clipped (17f/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-05 05:38 am (UTC)(link)She looked up when they came close some of her blonde hair falling out of its practical bun when she did so and falling across her face. She quickly pushed it away. “So?” she asked.
“We cut through to the fence,” Night groaned and sat, peeling off his gloves and falling down onto his back. Parker and Malik followed suit, glad to no longer be working.
They lay there for a while, just relaxing after that work and Pseudonym shoved water into their hands and practically down their throats as well as some rations which were dry and disgusting but Malik ate anyways because he was starving.
“How the hell do you people survive out here?” Parker groaned at the Rifters now sitting up. “We haven’t even reached the Rift and no tees, no water, nothing!”
The brothers stared at him for several seconds like hawks before one spoke, “You’ll catch a chill in those wet clothes in this weather. Take them off so they’ll dry,” Ezio said.
“What?” Parker blinked. “You kidding it’s warm out.”
“It will be cooler tonight,” Ezio insisted, “and if we’re unlucky there will be a storm tomorrow.”
“Yeah, right, a storm, in this fucking hell hole,” Night said sarcastically.
“You can chose not to believe us if you want, but Divinus told us,” Altair said seriously. “If he says it will be cooler tonight it will be cool and you are all soaked through. Let your clothes dry and take a blanket. You may also want to pray to your… Father,” it was obviously a slur the way he said it, “that there is no storm. For you have never seen a storm the likes of which the Rift can produce.”
Malik believed him and quickly took off his shirt. “King you can’t honestly believe him can you?” Night demanded.
“He’s been right so far, can’t think why he isn’t now,” Malik said weighting his clothes down with some rocks so they wouldn’t blow away. “Is Divinus okay?” he asked once he’d wrapped his own blanket around his shoulders and Parker and Night were grudgingly following his example.
“He will be,” Altair said looking over at his little brother. “He just needs to rest.”
“What the hell was that anyways?” Parker asked. The Rifters didn’t answer, “Well?” they still didn’t answer, “What you’ll answer King but not me?”
“King can be trusted, you three have yet to prove yourselves,” Ezio said and the other movers looked at Malik, Night squinting at him with almost dislike.
“And how is that? You’ve just met us!” Night demanded.
“We have our ways,” Altair hissed. “To us you’re all just liabilities anyway.”
“You’d rather we be gone huh?” Night sneered.
“I’d rather you be dead,” and that made Night stiffen. Ezio smacked his brother on the shoulder. “You’re all a bunch of useless Sheep anyways. Stupid and weak and gray, slowing us down,” and he stood, “I hope you burn in hell,” he walked out into the night and Malik swallowed uncomfortably.
--
Oh dear...
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-06-05 10:13 am (UTC)(link)Re: Clipped (17f/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-05 11:10 am (UTC)(link)