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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Part 4
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Fill: Glitch 1/??
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 08:00 am (UTC)(link)~:~:~:~:~:~
He thought it a side effect of the Tripto. Or maybe he was just staying in too long.
(Wouldn't be the first time I started seeing things because of this fucking machine.)
The blond man to Norman's right wasn't paying much attention to him, humming tunelessly to himself as he leaned over the bar to look at the alcohol. They were the only ones in the room, though he'd given his “order” to the waiter and that AI should've been behind said bar going through the motions of mixing said fake drink.
Norman continued to run his fingers lightly over the keys of the piano, watching the man finally pick up a bottle of what appeared to be wine. The agent raised an eyebrow; by what he could see of him, Norman would've bet the strange AI to be programmed to select something along the harder liquors. The blond frowned at the bottle, generous mouth pulling down like the it had somehow offended him.
(Why'd you pick it up in the first place--)
The thought trailed off to shock - the bottle in the AI's hands flickered, bits seeming to flake off it in shiny fragments as it changed shape. Norman's jaw dropped, reaching his gloveless hand up to rub at his eyes under the glasses, worried that his dismissed thought of being in too long was behind the glitching.
(No blood...so--)
The AI himself flickered the next second, this time the fragments accompanied by what appeared to be code and odd swirling patterns. Norman saw a very different shape take the man's place; something tall, white, and had a splash of red about his (his?) waist. The agent jerked up and back, knocking the bench over as he put some room between himself and the glitching AI.
The sharp bang of the toppled bench startled the AI. The figure whirled, dropping the bottle and crouching low. As the glass shattered on the floor, Norman could now see that the white shape was in fact a robe of some sort, complete with low hood that practically covered the AI's face, and -
(Fucking shit! Is that a sword?)
The AI lunged, leaping over the plush chairs between them. Norman barely had time to think, to reach for a gun that he didn't have (because he took it off while in the office and never fucking needed one while in the ARI), and then the freaky AI was tackling him. The force of it knocked Norman over the toppled bench, and his head cracked against both floor and part of the wall. Amazingly, the ARI hadn't been knocked off.
Dazed, Norman attempted to blink away the white flooding his vision, feeling a hand press threateningly on his throat while another fisted in his shirt. He briefly saw underneath that white hood - of glaring gold eyes, a scarred lip, and dark heavy stubble. Then the AI fragmented again, more like static this time, before the shape seemed to snap back into the form of the original blond.
Now, now Norman struggled. As he tugged viciously at the hand cutting off his air, his other arm pulled back and swung at the AI's head. His fist connected with a sharp pain, but the AI just seemed to shrug the blow off. Norman struggled further, felt more than heard the AI curse as he bucked underneath the heavy weight. The agent was rewarded with his own blow to the head, and more stars sparked across his vision.
Gasping and desperate for air, somehow Norman was able to shift a leg to knee the AI in the gut, twisting as he did so. This rolled the AI into the bench, the blond grunting from the impact and loosened his grip. Norman curled in and shoved out with his legs, catching the blond in the gut and shoving him further away. Gasping for air as he scrambled to his feet, Norman sidled along the wall, carefully putting more distance between them.
But the AI was still on the floor, arms curled around his stomach as he gasped himself. Norman stared down at the man as he dropped into a defensive crouch. Better to be ready if he was attacked...again--?
(He – he fucking—the fucking AI---it--he attacked me! How the fuck--?)
“What the fuck is goin' on?”
Re: Fill: Glitch 1/??
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 12:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Glitch 1/??
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 05:28 am (UTC)(link)Working on the second part now, hope to have it up soon!
Fill: Glitch 2/??
(Anonymous) 2013-03-27 06:09 am (UTC)(link)“Stumbling in the dark,” the AI muttered, glancing up at the agent and rubbing a hand across his jaw. A rather deep bruise was forming on that pale cheek, and Norman frowned.
(What kind of AI is this?)
“Sorry, what?” Norman's words were clipped, tension winding higher in him as the flickering AI stood.
“What's going on,” was the reply, a hand waved dismissively at him as the AI reached for the bench and set it upright. “You're stumbling in the dark.” The blond sat heavily on the padded seat, leaning forward and running his hands over his face. Norman had finally maneuvered to put one of the upholstered chairs between him and the glitchy blond.
“I wasn't—I don't understand what you mean.”
“No, you wouldn't. But then, your kind never do.” The man glanced up at him and leaned back, bitter smirk twitching on his lips.
“What do you mean, my kind?” Norman practically spat this, his forced partnership with Blake having stretched his patience thin. The events of the Origami Killer case were still fresh in his mind, and the tone the AI was taking with him borderlined the tone the the sneering detective always had whenever they interacted.
“Just like that.” The AI was up now, stalking forward. Norman began to back up, belatedly realizing he'd positioned himself in the corner; the chair between them also blocking his path to get away.
“Brainwashed, ignorant.” The man flickered again, static fizzing and sparking as the AI disappeared for a brief second. Norman jerked as the blond rematerialized just in front of him, shoving the agent back against the wall and pinning him in the corner.
“Blind.” This last was hissed against the agent's ear, and a chill shivered its way up Norman's spine. He shoved the man away, hands fisting in the AI's shirts when the man stubbornly refused to back up more than arms length away.
“I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about!”
“Hah! Those glasses of yours are just proof of who you work for,” the blond spat at him, “Not many companies make VR stuff nowadays. Not like that. They have nearly all the control of that market.”
“The ARI?” That made Norman pause. Outside the FBI and the company that made the ARI interface, there were few people who really knew what the ARI was. And the few AI he'd used in the interface rarely acknowledged the system they were programed for, not directly at least. The waiter had been the only one programmed to recognize symptoms from overuse, one that would learn and grow as the user interacted with him. Which was why Norman sometimes got “lectured” on his Trypto addiction.
“Abstergo developed those pretty glasses of yours, and that glove. They don't hand those out to anyone outside their own.”
(Abstergo? That...pharmaceutical company?)
“Look you crazy AI, I'm FBI. I don't know who made my ARI, but I highly doubt it was a drug company.”
That earned the agent a laugh, and the AI shifted again, back to that white robed man. The sensation of the material shifting in his hands was...odd. A strange tingle that seemed to crawl into his hands and up his arms.
“Really?” the scar on the AI's lips stretched as he smirked down at Norman. The AI was taller than the blond form had been, and his voice had changed as well, far deeper in timbre and Norman swore the accent was Italian. “FBI? I suppose it was only a matter of time before they figured out how to take over that agency.”
“Who the hell are 'they?'” Norman growled, giving the white robed figure a shake. The odd feeling in his arms wasn't dissipating, and Norman was finding it hard to keep his grip on the AI. In fact, the sensation seemed to be climbing up to his shoulders. Frustration spiked, and the agent glanced down at where he gripped the AI.
(The hell--?!)
Instead of hands, all he saw was static.
I'm so sorry OP, for taking so long on this chapter!
Clay wasn't cooperating, and just wanted to keep beating on poor Norman.Hope you like? And I'll try to be faster w/ the next one!Re: Fill: Glitch 2/??
(Anonymous) 2013-03-27 07:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Glitch 2/??
(Anonymous) 2013-03-31 10:16 am (UTC)(link)