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Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 20/???
(Anonymous) 2013-01-14 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)Welcome to the New Age - Part 21/???
(Anonymous) 2013-01-15 06:20 am (UTC)(link)***
Kanen'tó:kon had been taken aback by Washington’s allowance for them to prepare their ship for the battle. As he had climbed into the small rowboat alone he said that they would be the one’s to initiate the start of the engagement the following morning. His face was blank of emotion, stoically regarding them as he awaited their answer. mFrowning in suspicion he hesitantly agreed as he watched the man row back to his ships, disappearing amongst the crowded vessels once far enough away. Hearing Charles Lee mumble something behind him he turned around with a raised brow. The man was whispering something to Achilles, eyes darting to watch the ships dotted along the horizon. Achilles looked rather annoyed, taking moments to even move a slight space away from Lee, clearly irritated with him being so close.
“What is it?” He asked the two lightly who paused in their secret discussion, Achilles speaking for them both.
“We were deciding what our plan of attack should be tomorrow. I say we go back and evacuate the homestead tonight, do so quietly and efficiently and tomorrow when they come to investigate there will be no trace of us here.” Kanen'tó:kon shook his head before Achilles could go into further detail.
“No, no more running away. Washington will continue to chase us, continue to kill and enslave innocents in his wake because of us. Because of me. If we end him here we will not have to run and hide from him in fear anymore. If we stop him here the people under his cruel hand will be able to go back to their normal lives, move on and go back to the people they were before. He will never be able to rise up again if we kill him here, destroying his fleet would severely cripple him if we fail to take his life tomorrow.” He argued, watching as Achilles face fell into that of frustration.
“I don’t think you realize just how powerful, Washington’s fleet will be against our single ship.” Charles interrupted, casting a glance to his side as Faulkner came over to join them. “You are not a captain, neither am I but I know just how dangerous the engagement tomorrow will be. We must all sit down together and agree on a single plan, perhaps combining ours all together?”
“The crew is ready to sail into anything if that helps.” Faulkner replied gravely. “No matter the risk, we will fight if it means our deaths to save the captain.” He glared lightly at Lee, distrust evident in his eyes and even more so in his voice. As much as Kanen'tó:kon would appreciate if they could in fact agree to trust each other he settled for them just doing their jobs right. Whatever the job may be.
“I don’t think your deaths will be necessary, however helpful they maybe.” Charles snapped lightly making Faulkner’s eyes narrow.
“Now who would fill in the roll of the pest if we were gone?” The smile that crossed his lips might have been in jest but the seething tone as a threat in itself.
“Enough.” Kanen'tó:kon barked, annoyed. He needed no fighting amongst what little allies he had left. “Lee did you have something in mind that could prevent bloodshed on our part?”
“Well I don’t know about saving us from bloodshed.” He began exasperatedly, eyes flicking up to the manor on the hill for a moment, glinting with worry. “But I know what ship the tyrant to be aboard.”
Kanen'tó:kon’s eyes widened in surprise and opened his mouth to demand what ship it was before Faulkner cut him off.
“Well that’s all fine and dandy, but the fact remains that there tons of ships out there armed to the teeth and only one of us. Sure we know what ship to make sure we don’t sink, but how are we supposed to keep ourselves becoming residents of the sea floor graveyard before that? I will say that I can sail decently, but I don’t think even the captain could get out of that mess without a scratch.” Kanen'tó:kon held is tongue for a moment as he thought, the silence enveloping the group was more than just awkward. After a moment he heard the two men begin to argue again, making him instead fall deeper into his own thoughts. It was true, just knowing where Washington was didn’t exclude all the other ships they had to fight through. Would they even stand a chance against it after going through a long and lengthy battle with each? He rubbed his temples as his head began to ache, a bit of fear filling his chest at the overwhelming possibility of losing entered his mind. He could not afford to lose now that they just got Connor back, now that they just gotten the upper hand on the tyrant, now that his people could be facing mass killing once more. That didn’t mean however he should throw the lives of the Aquila crew away, they were just as precious as those whose fates awaited the finally outcome. If only there was a way for him to get onto Washington’s vessel, surely his men would not fire upon their own ship? He groaned in annoyance as the bickering besides him became louder, perhaps if he smashed their head together they would quiet down. He froze as the idea jumped into his head as unexpectedly as their day had been.
“We smash our ship into Washington’s.” He stated softly, the two men stopped in their bickering and turned to him a tad confused.
“What?” Charles Lee asked, a hint of dread in his voice.
“We smash our ship into Washington’s. That would surely get us aboard and that would make sure Washington’s men do not fire upon us as they might hit his as well.” He explained as he felt a grin tug at his lips, the act of continuously smashing their ship into Washington’s would surely take away the risk of enemy fire.
“It isn’t that simple, boy.” Faulkner sighed lightly as he rubbed the back of his next, taking a moment to think of how t give a reasonable explanation. “ Smashing ships together like a pair of rocks won’t do us any good, we’d sink the ship if we did enough damage to one of it’s sides and Washington could use our ship as a shield from cannon fire so the others could fire upon us. We couldn’t board it by just bashing into it either, he would just turn her away leaving us to fall into the water as midway through, then what’s to stop another one of his ships from coming up along our side and boarding us? As great as it sounds it isn’t that well of an idea for taking down that tyrant.”
Kanen'tó:kon paused for a moment to rethink his strategy before speaking once more. “I am the only one who needs to board the ship. All you have to do is ram the ship a single time, I will leap onto the ship and take out Washington. The crew just then has to hold on until I successfully take him out.”
Faulkner let out a troubled breath, sounding a little frustrated as he replied. “Letting you go on alone to take him out? I don’t think you should go by yourself, you’d be dead before your feet even touched the wood of the deck. Besides just because you take out Washington doesn’t mean the rest of his fleet would surrender, we’d still be in high water until the whole lot of them are gone.”
“No.” Charles interrupted a little surprised and a grin spreading across his lips. “Washington’s controlling the soldiers in a way you will never understand and in a way that would take much more time to explain to someone who shouldn’t even have any knowledge about it in the first place. If the boy and I board the ship together we will have much more of a chance, as soon as Washington is taken care of consider the rest of his fleet nullified. I trust you can hold your own for longer than a second, if not we were doomed from the start.”
Faulkner looked like he was contemplating tearing Charles’ head off before he sighed in resignation. “I suppose you two wouldn’t have done much aboard the ship anyway, seeing as you both lack even the most basic of knowledge when commanding a ship.” He paused, even though it was an insult addressed to the two of them it was directed at Charles who fumed silently with a heated glare. “Then I will do so, only if Achilles however allows it.”
Kanen'tó:kon turned to the old man who had remained silent through their whole discussion. He was sitting back a few steps in a poorly made chair that was no doubt brought to him by one of the Aquila crewmen, staring at the ground. They stared at him for a few moments, waiting for him to either agree or disagree with what they had in mind. He lightly glanced up after a few tense moments, looking at them solemnly.
“As I stated three years ago I shall say again, I have retired from my Assassin role. I will not be the one to send you all to your deaths, such a heavy burden would break these old shoulders of mine. “
“Achilles,” Kanen'tó:kon began softly, making to be careful with what he said, “we are not going to our deaths, if I had any doubt that this plan would not work I would have chosen another way. There is none, well not that I can tell, so please if you know of a better way then enlighten me so I can make sure the risks have been lower.”
“If you trust in Faulkner’s abilities to get you aboard that ship while making sure to stay alive long enough that you may take out Washington, that you trust in yourself to not make any mistakes when getting onto the ship so that you can put a stop to Washington’s tyranny, if you trust that Lee will not betray you and stay by your side to defeat him then you have made the wisest choice.” Achilles took a moment to get up from his seat, his legs wobbling lightly making Kanen'tó:kon jerk forward to help him but held back when the man held up a hand. “ I will remain here to treat your wounds when you return. Just make sure you don’t ruin those robes.” He moved inside Faulkner’s small home before he could protest in response. He sighed softly before he turned around to face the two men who shuffled softly in response.
“We best get to work then.”
The preparations took all night and even went into the early hours of the morning as the morning fog rolled through the bay. Kanen'tó:kon shuddered lightly from the cold as he pulled the robes closer around himself before resuming his task of moving a box of cannonballs onto the ship. He rolled his eyes as he heard Lee grumble in anger behind him.
“We are trying to get onto the ship as fast as possible, I don’t know how he expects to do that with all this blasted weight!” Charles snapped as he set down another box of cannonballs, stretching out and rubbing his back with a light wince. “What’s the good of sending us out to battle without being at the top of our condition.”
There’s a light chuckle behind him as Faulkner set down the last box of cannonballs. “How do you expect us to defend ourselves with out ammunition? The Aquila is a fast ship no matter how much weight you try to hold her down with. She will get you to Washington’s side before you even expect it.” Charles grumbled and pushed past them as he headed back onto the dock and over to the fire to warm up.
“Listen, Kanen.” Faulkner started, the nickname was used because of the man’s inability to pronounce his full name, looking somber. He pulled out a small bundle of cloth from his pocket, glancing at it for a moment. “Connor and I had found this together on one of our expeditions for the treasure of the famous Captain Kidd.” He didn’t go onto explain what he meant despite the confused look he gave the man. “We found something incredible, but strange. He asked me to hang onto this before he well fell into Washington’s hands. I don’t need you dying on me and causing us to go through two incredible losses.” He uncovered the cloth to reveal what looked like a small ring that was a strange greenish blue color. Kanen'tó:kon picked it up, glancing at the object strangely as the man placed the cloth back in his pocket. “Make sure you wear that and never take it off.” Before he could ask why Faulkner had already moved away, taking his position at the wheel as the final members of the crew, including Charles, boarded the ship. He lightly slipped it onto his finger before the man joined him at his side, shivering as he rubbed his hands together. Glancing at the ring one last time before looked ahead into the clearing fog, the bows of Washington ship’s looking like sharp arrows.
“Of course we’d have to fight in this frigid winter weather.” Kanen'tó:kon chuckled lightly as he glanced over to the cranky man. “We’ll freeze to death before we’re even across the bay, let alone this whole battle.”
“Well good thing we will win quickly then.”
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Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 21/???
(Anonymous) 2013-01-15 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)I did not think that was possible.
But seriously, poor Charles. Here he is, legitimately trying to help, and almost everyone but Kanen'tó:kon is treating like he's infected with the plague. -_- Faulkner, dude, let's not give Charles any reason to make sure your ship is blasted to smithereens in the end, 'k? :)
On another note, soooo glad that Kanen'tó:kon has the magnetic ring thing. I wonder if it'll work for blades and swords and not just bullets? 'Cause Faulkner may just have made Kanen'tó:kon invincible. :D
...is it evil that I'm hoping that Kanen'tó:kon finds Connor in the condition Washington left him and then takes revenge on Washington with Haytham? :D
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 21/???
(Anonymous) 2013-01-15 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 21/???
(Anonymous) 2013-01-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 21/???
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-24 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)Welcome to the New Age - Part 22/???
(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)***
Although Connor’s anxious shuffling annoyed him to the greatest extent--enough to wonder if the guards would mind him getting up and beating the boy--he much preferred noises than silence. So when the room suddenly fell quiet without any warning in particular his ears pricked up, listening for the smallest amount of noise even in his half-awake state. Years of being numerous dangerous situations such as these had taught him the advantage of being a light sleeper, the creaking of a door opening had the same effect as cannon fire. Before he could open his eyes or snap at Connor about the intruder his body went stiff and then fell completely limp, absolutely helpless to his mind’s demands. He felt his limbs readjusted sluggishly and a soft snore he would never make escape his lips, infuriating him as he realized the tyrant was pulling his strings like a puppetmaster. The purpose as to why escaped him.
Until he heard a gasp escape Connor’s lips across from him.
He should of immediately realized just what kind of ‘visit’ Washington had intended to make as soon as he had entered through the door. He snarled mentally as he heard the murmurs of a hushed conversation across from him, the rustling of fabric following a pause in their discussion. He struggled against the invisible bonds trying to do anything to let the men know that he was in fact awake and ready to kill the tyrannical bastard in front of him. He heard Connor let out a choking gasp and the sickening sound of skin against skin, feeling himself become nauseous by the disgusting sounds in front of him. Trying to tear himself free even though there was absolutely no way he could get out of the Apple’s influence, no way he could tear Washington off of Connor and finally end that wretched beast’s life. He growled lowly as he felt Washington adjust his body with the artifact’s influence, akin to that of sleepy stirring, as Connor muffled a sharp groan in response. The act felt like it took ages, every second slowly dragging on as he continued to struggle, looking for anything to free him. Was this really happening? Did he really not expect Washington’s sudden appearance in the dead of night, fully knowing that the man must have realized Connor would be left unattended by his allies? He couldn’t believe that he was once again letting his judgement slip up so easily, leaving his weakness open for this man to stab at.
Once again letting Connor take the fall for his idiocy. He should have known that the fool would have discovered other uses for the Apple with his constant fiddling, messing around with it for nights despite not even learning the simplest of secrets. He supposes it was his own arrogance of believing the tyrant to be a bumbling drunk with such an artifact that was past his intellectual understanding. Whatever the case his mind had lead him onto believe it mattered very little now that the damage had been done. All he could do was sit there and wait for the ordeal to be over.
As he mentally shrieked to block out any of the more vile noises that spilled out from the two’s lips.
It ended nearly as quickly as it began with the sound of Washington readjusting his clothes while a body fell to the floor, more than likely belonging to Connor. No sooner had the boy fallen onto the ground Haytham nearly stuttered with a choked gasp as control over his body suddenly returned to him, leaving him spasming with all the movements he had attempted while seized up. He snapped open his eyes, immediately locking them with the smug ones across from him, the malicious grin stretching across that beast’s face. He felt himself roaring in anger before he could even stop himself, curse this damn Apple.
“You horrid bastard!” He struggled at his chains, overwhelmed momentarily by the sheer outrage that took him, the anger that had been silently simmering ever since he had become frozen was now a blinding rage. He had to take a moment to try and calm himself down from his quick loss of control of his emotions, another foolish mistake.
“So you were awake the whole time were you?” Washington asked with false innocence. That was nearly enough in itself to make Haytham fall back into his state of uncontrollable anger. Since when had he started caring this much about what happened to Connor? “It seems you weren’t quiet enough, Connor.” Washington tutted lightly, taking amount to glance down at his still from. That was it, he really couldn’t be blamed for the snapping the threat right at him.
“I’ll kill you for this, for everything you’ve done, all the stupidity your ignorance has reaped. I’ll do it slowly, when your mind his free from that blasted thing as you sob out over and over ‘I don’t know what I’ve done wrong!’ Then when I think you’ve had enough I’ll kill you, never once telling you what you torture was for, even as the life fades from your eyes, you’ll die as ignorant as you were in life.” Haytham hissed as Washington chuckled amusedly.
“A bit dramatic isn’t, Haytham? Perhaps you should tone down your desire to be the center of attention with such interestingly designed fools’ plans. I thought of a much better demise for you, I think you’d like it. Tomorrow when I have won, I will take you out to the cliffs behind the house and have the Apple force you off. Clean and simple isn’t it?” He mused thoughtfully, his tone taking to one of that of terrifying glee.
“What if I survive Washington? You know how much of a pest I can be.” He cautioned lightly, oh he definitely would make sure he would come back to kill him. Or haunt him.
“If you do, which I seriously doubt, I look forward to seeing you upon my door step ready to be thrown once more. I shall do that until you finally die, your luck will run out soon enough.” Washington sounded like he was ready to chuckle, his voice as dripping with amusement at the sight of Haytham’s unraveling. Damn it all, he was supposed to be the one in control here, he was supposed to be the one taunting Washington as he struggled to put all his plans back in line. He was too good at forgetting Lady Fate’s hatred for him, what had he done to anger the beautiful gentlewoman he wondered.
Perhaps she had always been a bit of a wench.
He was so taken by trying to calm his ruffled feathers he barely noticed the sharp movement of Connor springing up from the ground, like a possum who had been playing dead, knife poised and deadly. He drove the dull blade he had been hiding somewhere in his robes into the relaxing body in the seat, hoping that the poor excuse for a blade wasn’t stopped by layers of cloth. Connor missed the tyrant’s neck by a mile and while he scoffed somewhere in the back of his mind at his poor aim he couldn’t really blame the boy for missing after his imprisonment. He was actually surprised he didn’t stab the chair instead. He heard the guards behind him point their muskets at Connor as Washington howled in pain--he would never admit the grin that spread across his lips was that of some twisted, sadistic glee--and glared at the boy with absolute fury before punching him back onto the ground. The smug attitude that had entered him faltered for a moment as the boy fell limp before it returned as the stubborn child smiled as Washington ripped the knife from his shoulder. With Connor out cold nothing stood in his way to keep Washington from him, perhaps Connor’s impulsiveness to stick something painful into the tyrant wasn’t that great of an idea. Washington gripped his shoulder tightly as red blossomed beneath his hand, drenching his clothes. Haytham for some mad reason actually felt a little relief from that, not because the tyrant was still alive but for the simple fact he bled. After going for so long as a God among men it was easy to forget that Washington was just as killable as he had always been.
The Apple just made it a bit more difficult, but when had his line of work been easy?
“I see you have corrupted him once more.” Washington growled as he stood up and marched over to him, glaring down angrily.
“You cannot blame the boy’s hatred of you on me. You created that all on your own.” The punch to his face wasn’t unexpected but it still hurt horribly. Haytham grumbled softly as he stretched his aching and swollen jaw lightly as the man fumed. He really needed to learn to watch his mouth a bit more. A strong hand grabbed his collar and lifted from his seat, making him look down at cold eyes.
“Perhaps not, but I will make sure you never bother me again.” Haytham grunted as Washington dropped him in a heap to the floor before grabbing him by his hair and dragging him towards the back of the mansion.
“You’re going to kill me off now are you?” Haytham asked, the surprise in his tone actually came from the shock that he had actually waited this long in the first place to do so. The tyrant didn’t respond as he continued to tug him along, which only piqued his curiosity rather than his fear. Why not just use the Apple and force him to walk off? Why take the long and laborious process of the act of forcing him off? Perhaps he actually believed the bonds on his wrists to be working? Haytham wanted to laugh at the absurd thought. Surly the man would have realized they were completely useless against the blades that hid along his arms? All it would take was a little flex from the already loose roped before they sliced in half from their sharp edges. Did Washington know that? Did the man even expect that? After the great lengths he went to that made sure Connor wouldn’t leave and after Kanen'tó:kon’s escape wouldn’t he have taken more precautions with him? Maybe he thought him to be too blind to see how he could get away with the danger of the Apple in his grip. Maybe he wanted Haytham to break free so he could give him a more painful death by sword? Or maybe he had actually not realized what he had done himself. The back door opened with a loud creak as Washington continued to pull him towards the cliffside. He would have to time the breaking of the bonds perfectly, enough to catch Washington unaware even if he expected it before snatching the Apple from his grasp and running. The mind control would hopefully wear off quick enough so that he wouldn’t have to worry about musket balls becoming embedded in his flesh as he took care of Washington. The were nearly to the edge as Washington let go of his hair--thankfully, it truly was quite painful-- before turning around. The loud explosion of cannon fire below them nearly made the both of them jump in surprise. It was just the distraction he needed as he moved his wrists and felt the blades snap out and through the coarse rope around his wrists making him reach up to snatch the Apple away from Washington.
The pieces of metal that hit his arm and hand were another.
Haytham wanted to hang himself from the nearby tree in humiliation for how quickly he had forgotten about Washington’s guards. Like ghosts were they and a enormous fool was he. Washington quickly kicked Haytham away, leaving him to hiss as he cradled his wounded arm. His hand was covered in blood spilling from where his once left ring finger was, now dangling by skin and sinew--ironic to lose that finger out of all of them. The sound of cannon fire so close was absolutely deafening as Washington kicked him over before placing a boot upon his neck.
“I was really hoping for more of a fight with you.” So the man had expected it, a pity he escaped too soon. Perhaps being behind Washington would have made sure it was he who became the new home for the musket balls. “I suppose I just have to go forward with the original idea, a lot less interesting I would say.” Washington snatched his collar before pulling him off the ground slightly and to the edge. He reached for his sword with his free hand only to have it slapped away by Washington. “Don’t make this harder for yourself Haytham.”
The cracking of a ship’s mast echoed in his mind before he even got a glimpse of the sea.
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-25 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)Oh Haytham, you care about Connor more than you know. If you do write two endings, I hope Haytham survives in at least one of them.
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 22/???
(Anonymous) 2013-01-26 05:48 am (UTC)(link)The Aquila better do its job quickly or Haytham might end up as sushi. Anon is really glad to see Haytham's POV. He always brings an extra special something to the game, even if he is wont to dismiss his own affections for his son.
//pets Haytham//
This anon is really glad that A! anon is back and commiserates with A! anon as to fleeing muses.
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 22/???
(Anonymous) 2013-01-26 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)WriterAnon
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-06 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)This... is strangely coincidental.
Re: WriterAnon
(Anonymous) 2013-02-06 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)Sorry if you've already heard of this... I just had to let this out ;A;