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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.
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A Box of Scraps (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-09 12:00 am (UTC)(link)Call of Duty / Iron Man / Assassin's Creed
LEONARDO IN A CAVE! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS! (At least there will be...)
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“Yes, Mama, I will be back in time for the holidays.”
“You better be, Ezio,” the woman on the other end of the call threatened cheerfully. “You know how Claudia gets when she sets her mind to something, and this year she wants to make sure we have the 'perfect' Christmas.” There was a pause and Ezio could swear he heard his mother's smile widen just a little more. “She's even sent an invitation to Cristina to meet us at the cabin...”
“Mama....” the man sighed, leaning against the wall of his hotel room. “Cristina and I broke up years ago. She's married to Manfredo.”
“It's never stopped her from loving you.”
“You are an evil woman, mother.”
The woman on the other end of the line laughed heartily, and Ezio couldn't help but join her. If he was honest with himself, he did still love Cristina, but their circumstances made their relationship impossible. He was an accomplished sniper, and as a Lieutenant Colonel of the United States Marine Corps Forces Special Operation Command, his skills were called upon more often than not in these troubling times. His command of a several languages, as well as his mastery of the Marine Corps martial arts training, made him a force to be reckoned with at close range if need be. If this one last mission went well, he would find himself retiring just as decorated, if not more so, than his father, Major General Giovanni Auditore.
“So, since you're not bringing Cristina, are you bringing someone else? Perhaps someone who will someday provide me with lots of grandkids to spoil?”
“Evil. Woman. Mother,” Ezio repeated before pausing when his phone beeped that he had another call. He glanced at the smartphone, then spoke to his mother again. “I gotta go, Mama. Duty calls. Love you.”
“Love you, too, son. Make me proud—er.”
Ezio chuckled to himself, composing himself before he switched over to the other call.
“Lieutenant Colonel Auditore?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“This is Sergeant Frank Woods. Passing the word along, sir. Something's come up, and the briefing's been moved to tomorrow afternoon.”
“Thank you, Sergeant. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Ezio pressed the screen on his phone, disconnecting the call, and sighed. He was planning on finishing his holiday shopping before his final mission, but it looked like that would have to wait. With a glance around, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the parking garage where his car waited to take him home.
Re: A Box of Scraps (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-09 12:13 am (UTC)(link)THIS.
Great start anon~!!!!
Can't wait for more~~~~!!!!!
Re: A Box of Scraps (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-09 04:51 am (UTC)(link)A Box of Scraps (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-11 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)Ezio sat down, looking around at the other soldiers. He knew Frank Woods from a few previous missions, but he'd never met the other man. He looked him over, and for a reason he'd never tell anyone but his most trusted friends, found the man to have a sort of blue aura as he stared. The blue hue made him relax, his strange sixth sense telling him the man was an ally.
“Lieutenant Ezio Auditore, these men will be your team for this mission,” Hudson continued. “You already know Woods, and this gentleman is Chief Petty Officer Bowman.” After the men nodded, he spoke again. “We have intelligence that tells us the Borgia family is finally making a move. I'm sure you're all aware of their black market weapon connections, and it seems they're getting ready to purchase something very valuable from the Masyaf faction. It wouldn't surprise us if Al Mualim himself was going to oversee the sale personally.”
Ezio nodded. He'd dealt with agents of the Masyaf faction before, and he was single-handedly responsible for the death of one Juan Borgia the Elder, leader of a group of decadents that bought and sold items of pleasure, regardless of the legality of them.
“Who's leading the exchange?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Cesare Borgia,” Hudson replied. “Rodrigo's son.”
Ezio sat back, a low whistle escaping from his lips. The Borgia second in command himself was going to be there. This mission was getting more and more interesting by the minute. Not bad for a last time out, if he did think so himself.
“The objective of this mission is to retrieve the item there for exchange. If you think you can apprehend one of the major faction agents there, do so. If you attempt to apprehend one of them and fail, do not let them leave the area. That means by force, gentlemen. We need no screw ups on this one; this item is far more important to the United States government than the capture or untimely death of any Borgia or Masyaf agents.” Hudson looked to each of the men in turn before continuing. “It's so important, gentlemen, that the General has stated that if for any reason the target is incapacitated, you'll all be looking at dishonorable discharge at best. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.” The three soldiers spoke in unison, their backs straightening in their seats as they did.
“All right then,” Hudson said, smile returning to his face. “Let's go over the plan.”
Re: A Box of Scraps (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-13 03:09 am (UTC)(link)KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!
Re: A Box of Scraps (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-13 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)As a side note, any inaccuracies regarding the military and military practices are purely my own. I've tried to do as much research as I could, but some things may have slipped through. Apologies for any gross inaccuracies.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-27 06:33 am (UTC)(link)OP here and I am here to provide you encouragement. I am playing CoD:MW3 and it is making me more pumped should you post more installments.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-21 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A Box of Scraps (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-30 01:53 am (UTC)(link)“I need two springs, eight pounds tension,” the blonde muttered to the Overseer.
“You already have fourteen springs. Use one of those.”
The blonde sighed. “But they don't have the right tension,” he said more to himself than to the other man. “Without the right tension, you run the risk of the spring either pulling to tight and being essentially unmovable or it being too weak and after a few pulls with a heavier load just stretching out into useless. It's critical that the right parts be used in these or they just won't function the way they've been designed to function...”
A hand flashed out, gripping the blonde by the jawbone and forcing him to look at his current holder. “I don't care. Make them work, or die.”
“But...”
The hand tightened it's grip, causing the blonde to whimper in pain. “Make. Them. Work.”
A small, affirmative noise escaped the blonde's lips as he tried to nod his head, the hand on his jaw making it nearly impossible to complete the motion. After what felt like an eternity, his jaw was finally released. He knew better than to stretch it to alleviate some of the pain; they'd taught him that when he was a small child. Whenever they deemed him worthy enough to touch, he was supposed to take it gratefully, whether it caused pleasure or pain or nothing at all.
“The metal prototype should be finished in a couple days,” the blonde offered after a few minutes of silence.
“And the non-metallic?” the Overseer asked, his intrigue obvious.
“I need a better kiln for the ceramic. This one makes it too hot too quickly.”
The Overseer grunted, then, content with his answers, turned and left the room.
The blonde looked around at his various workbenches, looking at the various states of completion of the items. To his left, eight of ten intricately fashioned rings sat in a semicircle around two incomplete rings, each with a different colored gem in the setting, each holding a different deadly or hallucinogenic poison in a hidden compartment inside the hollowed gem. While his were mere copies of those he'd heard stories of from the leader of the Masyaf faction, they still held a bit of the legendary originals mystique. To his right, a crudely stitched vest with various wires and capacitors hanging from it, an attempt at using light and lasers for invisibility. Further left, a partially constructed chair with machinery at its base, a failed attempt at a small, personal hover device. In the corner, a discarded helmet and disks intended to provide the wearer of the helmet with the ability to strongly influence those who held the disks; a failed experiment that had left several men dead and the original helmet wearer in a vegetative state. But his current project, the one that the Overseer had inquired on, was an ultra concealable blade, able to pass through metal detectors and any standard security sweep undetected.
But if one were to look further into the corner, they would see a pile of discarded odds and ends, which was the cover for the blonde's pet project. Created from essentially a box of scraps left over from his other creations, it could be assembled into a half finished suit of metal armor, able to withstand a direct blast from any military-grade ballistic shell.
With a longing look at the mishmash of parts, the blonde sighed to himself and returned to his work on the concealable blade, knowing that if he did not make further progress soon, he would be punished severely.
Re: A Box of Scraps (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-30 05:24 am (UTC)(link)Awww poor baby! I love all the little details of his various inventions, especially the hover chair because the mental image of that is fricken hilarious.