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FILL 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-27 12:42 am (UTC)(link)Sorry today's update is so short, Johnson is hard for me to write. >_<
As much as Connor hates to admit it, Haytham is a good teacher. Achilles had been knowledgable, but his age and disability had meant that Connor had been left to near enough teach himself combat. Achilles had given him hints and instructions on how to be more efficient, more deadly, but he hadn't taught much on disarming, on non-fatal techniques.
Understandably, ruthlessness was vital for the tiny Brotherhood. If whatever had destroyed them so long ago hadn't happened, then perhaps they might have been able to afford kindness. Unfortunately, what this meant was that Connor was lacking in the knowledge necessary to spare lives. Even in the short time he's been an active assassin, he has killed far too many. Perhaps thirty men, mostly city guards. He feels intense guilt over their deaths, even though he's sure none of them would weep if he, a half-breed, were to die by their hands.
Connor has a few minutes to rehydrate himself and catch his breath before Johnson appears.
"Hello!" he calls, in Mohawk. "Haytham told me you'd be here!"
Connor groans inwardly, before deciding to do the polite thing and indulge Johnson's passion. Perhaps he'll be less overbearing if Connor plays along.
"Hello," he replies, in the same language. "What are you doing?"
Johnson's face lights up.
"Oh, wonderful! I was hoping perhaps you would be so kind as to help me with some of my research."
"Research?" Connor frowns. That doesn't sound good.
"Yes, I've studied Native cultures quite extensively over the past few decades, but I haven't had the chance to interview a Native properly- language barriers and time constraints, you see."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Many things. Anything and everything. Perhaps we can find a way to protect your native lands in a way that doesn't disrupt your people's way of life."
That doesn't sound as bad as Connor had feared. He mulls it over for a few seconds, before finally agreeing to Johnson's requests. Johnson looks thrilled, and drags him away to the library.
In all honesty, the interview is more like an interrogation. Somehow, being forced to speak his mother tongue makes it worse. Johnson questions him on nearly everything about social structures in his village.
"What about your mother?" Johnson asks. "What did the others in your village think when she had you? Was there a stigma about having relations with the Colonists?"
"I... uh, my mother died when I was four," Connor answers, haltingly. He doesn't know how much he ought to tell Johnson. He'd rather not say anything at all. "My village was barely a hundred people large before the fire she died in. I don't think she was stigmatised at all for having me. After all, she was..."
Johnson leans forward, even more interested.
"She was what?"
Connor opens his mouth. Shuts it. Doesn't want to admit what he suspects. Doesn't want it to be true.
"I don't know for certain," he begins slowly. "But I think she was raped. She never said that. Nobody in the village said it either. But there are some things that just don't make sense unless that's the case."
Johnson is silent for a moment.
"Like what?" he asks.
Connor really doesn't want to tell him that he'd thought Haytham was his father. It was a stupid thought to have.
"She didn't tell me anything about my father, save that he was a white man, British. She did not speak of him much. She seemed to dislike it when I asked her questions. The villagers never treated me any differently to any of the other children, despite how different I looked. Never treated her differently, despite..."
He doesn't want to think about this. He bites his lip just so it aches, and looks up at Johnson. He switches to English.
"I don't want to talk about this any more. I feel sick."
Johnson looks slightly annoyed at the change to English, before he nods.
"All right. We've been talking an awfully long time, I suppose. I hope you feel better soon."
Connor nods, and escapes gratefully.
...
It's very nearly noon, and his stomach knows it. He's spent the last hour or two sprawled on the bed, reading some of the books in his room. He's never had the chance to really take pleasure in reading. Achilles didn't own much literature. He might take some of these books with him when he escapes.
There is a knock at the door.
"Your lunch, sir," a servant calls. Connor reluctantly puts the book down, and gets up to answer.
"Yes," he replies. "I'm coming."
The servant opens the door just as he exits the bedroom. She puts the tray she carries on his table, curtseys, and leaves. Are they supposed to do that? Connor's never been waited on. It's a weird feeling, one he doesn't think he'll get used to. He'll have to find a bell somewhere. Didn't he see one in the library earlier...?
There's an envelope nestled between the plate and the small pitcher of water. Before anything else, he picks it up and opens it. He doesn't recognise the wax seal on the back. Who would be sending him letters? There's no address either, just his name written in looping, lavish letters.
I hope you enjoy the books. Chaucer's Canterbury Tales are my favourite.
Haytham
Connor drops the paper like it's burning him. Does Haytham know what he's doing, and if so, how? Is it a passive-aggressive hint that he ought to be trying to become more cultured, more colonial? Should he take it at face value?
He doesn't know what to think. Is this sort of thing just good hospitality in Britain or is it something sinister? Or what if it's an invitation to intimacy, how Colonists flirt with one another? Would that be better or worse than the other alternatives? There are too many questions, and Connor can't answer any of them. His heart is beating faster, though he's not sure if he's scared or hopeful or excited.
He groans and buries his head in his hands. What the hell is he supposed to do? Achilles never bothered to teach him about social matters either!
Re: FILL 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-27 01:02 am (UTC)(link)And Johnson, stop being so pushy!! XO Well, actually, don't, it works well for your grand plan, but... Oh Connor, I worry about you so much!
:D So excited every time I see an update to this!!
(also: Haytham's favourites are the Chaucer? Of course they are. Of course. AND he recommends these to the man for whom English is a second language, too! X_X That's just evil, Haytham!)
fillanon
(Anonymous) 2012-11-27 01:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: fillanon
(Anonymous) 2012-11-27 06:19 am (UTC)(link)Re: fillanon
(Anonymous) 2012-11-27 11:25 am (UTC)(link)To me he's one of those people who finds it hard to believe not everybody is as honest as he is, and wants to believe the best of people. I mean, he goes pretty soft on Johnson and Hickey at first in the game, and only kills them after they've thrown his mercy in his face.
Re: FILL 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-27 01:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 6/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-27 03:38 am (UTC)(link)