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Halloween Trolling
(Anonymous) 2013-04-09 09:07 am (UTC)(link)It's Halloween and Desmond and gang are bored and taking a break from the animus. Rebecca somehow gets her hands on a replica of Altair's outfit and forces Desmond to wear it in the sake of 'Halloween spirit.' Everyone is amused, Desmond is not (making him seem more like Altair). Unfortunately, they then get a lead on where a shard of Eden could be and that the Templers were closing in. They have to go right away, like NOW. Giving poor Des no time to change. Cue Desmond killing templers looking like Altair, trolling them all. Templers freak out. Vidic has a heart attack. Desmond has fun.
PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE THIS FOR ME.
Re: Halloween Trolling
(Anonymous) 2013-05-29 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Halloween Trolling
(Anonymous) 2013-12-11 03:24 am (UTC)(link)Halloween Trick
(Anonymous) 2015-09-11 06:05 am (UTC)(link)Desmond wasn’t entirely certain as to what he should have expected. Of course they wouldn’t get to relax as their enemies were evil, and as the saying went, the Templars never seemed to sleep and nor did they apparently take a break, even on Holidays. ‘Still’ The modern assassin mused as he silently stalked over to the violently trembling and on his knees as the Templar babbled senselessly ‘This is rather entertaining in it’s own right. I wonder if the others will find a costume party to go to, after all of this is over… Then again we just might have to spend all night hunting these idiots down.’
“NO! Y-YOU CANNOT BE REAL! YOU ARE A FIGMENT OF A NIGHTMARE AND NOTHING MORE! LEAVE ME BE, GHOST!” The Templar bellowed, managing to gather his courage (and garnering attention of several other terrified and currently frozen stiff with fear fellow Templars at the sight of the Bloody Demon Altair.
The Assassin smirked (not unlike his ancestor had done so in the distant past) as he slowly slid out the hidden blade on his right wrist – unlike Altair he did not need to lose a finger in order to use the blade. “I assure you that I am quite real, and that I and my companions will kill you and yours.” With that he flicked his hand out towards the Templar, slicing a crimson grin across the other’s throat, deliberately striking so that his unfortunate enemy died gurgling and drowning in his own blood. He was usually less bloodthirsty, but earlier that day he had been in the memories of the man’s whose clothing he was now wearing a replica of (down to the hood that shaded all but his scarred lips from the Templars’ looks) and had seen the horrors that the Templar Order had wreaked when they moved much more openly about in the world. Desmond spoke in a more formal voice, as keeping his enemies off-balance would only help him.
“P-Please! Spare us! There was only one Eden Fragment and your team currently possesses it! L-let us live and we will not attempt t-to fight against any of you!” One of the masked and hooded Templars begged from across the hall, dropping the gun in his hands as Altair stalked towards him, blade dripping with the blood of his commander, robe splattered with who knew how many of the twenty-man strike force that had been sent to recover the shard of Eden. He had known that it was foolish to attempt a recovery of such an item on a night where many cultures across the globe whispered that the realms of the Living and Dead were blurred.
And he had been right, as one of the most hated and feared Assassins – Altair Ibn-La’Ahad – had come from the deepest pits of Hell to slaughter them all for trying to take a piece of Eden in order to create peace in the world. The Templar did not know whether or not the other Assassins were from times long past, or of the current generation, being taught by the Killing Ghost on Halloween night. Darkness was closing in on the edges of the panicking man’s vision and something – perhaps another solid specter of the past, pulling him into darkness, wrenching his soul from his body?
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“…You are never taking that off.” Rebecca stated, grinning as she watched the Templar pass out from fear as Desmond approached and killed the last living Templar (as far as they could tell) in the building. “Half of them couldn’t move until we killed them, the other half started screaming and bashing into one another. Aren’t you glad that we talked you into wearing Altair’s uniform for the party tonight, Desmond?”
The former bartender sighed and shook his head “You’re completely ridiculous. They must have tried to use the Eden fragment and it addled their minds. I do not look that much like Altair. Anyone have one of the transport bags so the fragment doesn’t infect one or more of us? Last thing we need is to start going crazy on the plane ride back.”
Re: Halloween Trick
(Anonymous) 2017-05-20 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)