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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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FILL 32/? (A second interlude)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-13 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)Clipper has spent most of his time feeling anxious as of late.
While Connor had been missing, he had been anxious for his safety. When Achilles gathered the brotherhood, that anxiety had become fear. There had been a moment of relief at Connor's return, but after seeing his strange behaviour and how drastically his personality had changed, the anxiety had returned, turning to horror and- as much as Clipper hated to admit it- pity when Achilles had gathered them all outside while Connor slept.
He knows he isn't alone in fearing for Connor's safety during this new excursion. The boy-- the man-- cannot sleep properly without drugs, cannot stand to be touched, especially by another man. He wonders if this fear of contact extends to his lover, and he worries for their relationship, too. He is fearful for the future of the Brotherhood without Connor. It is unlikely he would join the Templars, but their organisation is so tiny that the loss of even one person is innumerable.
In all honesty, he is sick of feeling afraid, of being anxious and worrying and being able to do nothing.
He will never forget the way Achilles' voice cracked and broke as he told them exactly what Lee had done to Connor. He will never be able to forget the crushed expression on the old man's face when he had told him about everything Connor had been too afraid to tell him. As of right now, the Brotherhood's goal is simple: play along with the Templars just long enough to exact revenge.
He is waiting about half a mile from Charlestown for one of the Templars to arrive. Connor had written a letter, and suggested that he would be one of the best candidates for a mission to sabotage British ships. Supposedly, the man in charge of Britain's Bunker Hill forces is also a Templar, and is making small sabotage attempts in things like battle formations and supply routes, though Clipper cannot help but doubt these claims. Templars are Templars, after all. Liars and manipulators. Connor has always been rather trusting, or so Achilles says.
"'Ello, sweet'eart," a voice says. Clipper curses himself- he shouldn't have been so deep in thought. An assassin is supposed to always be aware of his surroundings. The voice belongs to a man leaning against a tree beside him, in a Redcoat uniform.
"Hello," he replies. "Are you the man Connor sent word about?"
"The very same," the man says. "Thomas 'Ickey, at yer service. For today. Where's the rest o' you lot?"
"D-- er, one of us is by the docks, dressed as a priest. The other one is further down the road into town."
Hickey nods.
"Name? Can't just call you 'Ey you', can I?"
"Clipper," Clipper says. It's a nickname he's had since... well, before he can remember. He doesn't feel confident in giving the names of the others, though.
"Right, Clipper. 'Ere's what we're goin' to do. You an' me saunter into town, like. Pick up yer friend on the way in. We meet up wiv your priestly-lookin' feller. There are two boats we need to get on. I can blag the priest an' me onto one o' the boats. You an' your friend, you sneak onto the other. You blow up your ship, we'll mess wiv ours durin' the confusion. There ain't goin' to be much worth stealin', but yer welcome to try to get important paperworks an' suchlike while you're on board. We meet back at the docks, move onto gettin' British supplies to Colonist forces. Should be on our way out o' 'ere in less than an hour."
"Sounds good," Clipper says, and leads the way to where Jacob is waiting. Jacob is wary of Hickey, who does a good job of being unsettlingly jovial. He doesn't even flinch when debris from a cannon ball hitting a nearby building nearly knocks him over.
"Mister Connor was meant to be 'ere too," Hickey says, conversationally, after Clipper repeats the plan for Duncan and Jacob at the docks. "'E and Mister Kenway 'ave a lot o' catchin' up to do, though. Still, 'e'll be at Washington's assassination for sure. Should be able to see 'im then. 'E really does fink the world o' you lot."
Clipper's first thought is that while it's sad they won't see Connor again for a while, he's glad they will definitely meet again in future.
His second thought is 'why is Washington being assassinated?'
His third thought is more a sinking feeling. Why would Connor spend time with Haytham Kenway instead of furthering his plans? His letter to Achilles had made it quite clear that he was desperate to lead a simple, quiet life, and would do anything to further the cause of the truce if only until his village was completely safe.
"Mister Kenway?" his mouth asks, making the connection before his brain. Hickey looks surprised. He can't tell what Duncan and Jacob are thinking, except that they are probably mulling those questions over.
"Oh, er... if Mister Connor ain't said nothin' to you, it ain't my place to go talkin' 'bout it."
"He never mentioned any names," Clipper says, before he can think about what exactly it is he is saying.
"Not my place, mate. Ask 'im yerself. Let's just get on them boats and get the job done," Hickey replies, evidently extremely uncomfortable. "Please."
"Yes, sorry," Clipper says, regaining control of his mouth. He tries to sound nonchalant, jovial even. "We're taking the boat that's just left, right? And yours is the one still docked?"
Hickey nods.
"Yep. This way, er..."
"Little," Duncan says. "You can call me 'Little'."
"Little. All right." Hickey straightens his tricorn and the slouch in his posture disappears. He starts walking, the formal pace of an officer. Duncan follows, apprehensively, and Clipper sees Hickey stop in front of the guards at their ship.
"The captain's expecting us!" Hickey calls, accent suddenly crisp and upper-class.
Clipper and Jacob make their way to the water's edge, and climb in as discreetly as possible. With all the cannonfire and general panic, it's surprisingly easy. They swim to their ship with little problem. It isn't very far out, and they stay underwater for most of the time. Everybody is too busy or too scared to pay them any attention.
They manage to climb up the side of the ship and sneak into one of the cabins on the crew deck, finding a couple of spare uniforms. Only the doctor and cook are about, at the far end of the ship. They dress and go to the lower deck, where the cannons are.
"Captain wants everybody up on top deck!" Clipper yells in his best approximation of a vaguely English accent. "Something of his went missing!"
A chorus of groans and mutters broke out amongst the men down here, who were cleaning the cannons and preparing them for the next battle.
"Seriously? Stupid bastard..."
"I should've stayed at home."
"Do we really have to? It's baking out there."
"'Fraid so," Clipper said. "Anybody else down here?"
"Might be a couple of guys down where the gunpowder is, dunno for sure," one of the men says, unhelpfully.
"We'd better go tell them," Clipper says, to Jacob. "Off you go, fellows. Up top."
The men reluctantly climb the stairs, and Clipper waits until they are gone before he bolts the hatch shut behind them. He can see a couple of unused cannon-hatches, they can escape through those and swim to safety.
Jacob sets up a maskeshift fuse quickly, and Clipper hears footsteps and banging.
"They know we're here," he says, immediately wincing at the sheer obviousness of his words.
"Yes," Jacob says. "We have about one minute to escape once this is lit."
"Do it," Clipper says, and Jacob obediently scrapes wax off a match and lights the twisted cloths and papers he has laid out. The boat is travelling steadily, there is no chance of the fuse breaking apart.
They squeeze through the hatches with a little difficulty- the shapes are a little narrower than Clipper had realised- but they get through in mere seconds, and are soon on their way back to the docks. The boom of the gunpowder is a very satisfying sound. The screams of men burning and those who cannot swim are much less so.
"Don't look so guilty," Jacob says, when they are back on land, shivering in their sodden clothes. "We did what we needed to do."
They don't peel off the uniforms because the clothes they had been wearing are also soaked and they will probably need to pretend to be British again in a few minutes.
"Mmm," Clipper replies. "Guess we did."
Jacob, desperately looking for a different topic of conversation, starts talking about the one thing Clipper would really rather not think about.
"Earlier, when you and Hickey were talking," he says, and Clipper feels cold dread in his stomach. "What exactly did you mean? My English is good, you know, but I am not fluent, and I did not understand much of your conversation."
Clipper, at this point, would rejoice if the earth opened up and swallowed him whole.
"We, er... Did Achilles say?"
"Say what?"
"Connor's, erm... He has a, er, a lover."
"Oh? How nice for him," Jacob's brow furrows in thought. "I remember Achilles mentioning something like that. Connor told you, didn't he?"
"Yes, sort of. Er..."
"Er?"
"It seems," Clipper says, slowly. "That the man Connor has been seeing is... er..."
"Oh," Jacob looks vaguely mortified. "I thought Achilles had made a mistake in his letter. Really a man?"
"The Iroquois have very different ideas about that sort of thing," Clipper says. "I mean, good for them, right? It's weird, but... it's Connor we're talking about."
Jacob is silent a moment. Eventually he nods.
"You think this man is the Templar Grandmaster, don't you?"
"I-- uh, well..." Clipper looks at the floor. They are standing on very interesting cobblestones. "Haytham Kenway. Yes."
"The Iroquois have no incest taboo?" Jacob looks faintly disgusted.
"Oh, oh no. No, they aren't related," Clipper says, quickly. "You weren't at the manor long enough to hear, were you? No, Connor's ma lied to him. All a big mistake."
"Lied?"
"She was raped. They aren't related," Clipper starts weakly chuckling. "That would be awful."
It's a lot to take in, and Jacob does an admirable job of quashing whatever feelings he has about Connor's preferences, and asks the question that Clipper does not want to think about.
"The Grandmaster..." Jacob says, sadly. "Do you suppose this means he is a Templar?"
Clipper does not want to consider that possiblity. He does not want it to be a possibility at all.
"No, never," he says, without even thinking. "Connor is one of us. Was one of us. He snapped, it happens, and it's understandable, given what he went through. He just wants his people to be free. That's it. No Templars or Assassins. He just wants peace."
"You're right," Jacob says, after a long moment, shaking his head. "I wish he had not fallen for such an evil man."
"Me too," Clipper says. "But we don't know for sure if that's what's happened. Hickey could be lying. We have to ask Connor."
"At Washington's assassination."
"Right."
Jacob is silent for a moment, and when he speaks again, there is revulsion in his voice.
"The Templars must be planning to put Lee at the head of the nation. With Washington gone, Lee will head Colonial forces. Lee will be granted all the honour Washington ought to have. The Templars will have control over the new country. Who would be a better leader than the man who won our freedom? Who else would the people ask for?"
Clipper feels sick. A monster like that, in charge of a nation? The Templars, controlling people who had fought so hard to be free? No. It could not be allowed to happen.
"Oh God. We have to stop it," he says, hoarsely.
"'Ave to stop what?" Hickey calls, from behind them. They turn, to see a rather damp Duncan and Hickey clutching wax-paper parcels.
Re: FILL 32/? (A second interlude)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 12:41 am (UTC)(link)No, Clipper! Don't listen to Hickey! ...even if he's telling the truth. ._.
Oh gods, Achilles is gonna be devastated when Clipper and Jacob tells him. :O
Is Haytham's plan actually working?
Re: FILL 32/? (A second interlude)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 12:51 am (UTC)(link)So Washington's assassination attempt is coming up ::rubs hands together:: I wonder if Haytham has plans for Connor to get involved... and btw, are Washington and Connor allies/friends in this? In Part 1, I think you mentioned something along the lines of "if wasn't for the Assassin, Washington would already be dead" or something.
/sits back and eagerly waits for part 33/
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 10:53 am (UTC)(link)Thank you for all your lovely words! They mean a LOT to me! :3
Re: FILL 32/? (A second interlude)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 12:56 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 32/? (A second interlude)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 01:58 am (UTC)(link)Poor Achilles. To think that poor Connor, his student and leader of the Brotherhood, has become so broken and has left the Assassin's. On Achilles' watch, too! I wonder if he blames himself, even though it's not his fault? I teared up a bit at that, no lie.
No Clipper, don't fall for the bad man's lies! Connor loves you! CONNOR WOULD NEVER BETRAY YOU! Unless, of course, Haytham works his wiles some more... *worries*
Hickey is my favorite Templar after Haytham, you knoow. :3 He's a slimy bastard, but he's also funny and kind of adorable, imho. You have nailed him perfectly in this, you know! I can't help but like him even though he's awful. ;-; And you know...he still hasn't screwed Connor over yet...what is he planning?!
I love you. Please, keep giving me all these feels! :D
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 11:41 am (UTC)(link)Bear in mind two things: Achilles is probably better at feeling stupidly guilty as Connor is, and also everything the Inner Circle do is on Haytham's orders.
I will do my best to keep giving you feels, anon!