— Desmond stood on the platform as the train he was waiting for came to a stop and people de-boarded. Once they’d cleared it for new passengers Desmond got on immediately and found an empty compartment but quickly realized he’d have to amuse himself for a bit till his passage was underway. There wasn’t much to do though so he took to fiddling with the inner guts of his hidden blade and cleaning the exterior of its mechanics. He’d have to do a better cleaning later.
A man came by as the train was about to depart and stamped his ticket before leaving him as the train began the laborious task of pull itself was a dead stop. Desmond leaned against the fold down table and stared out at the receding platform as the compartment door opened. His hand made a reactionary fist and the hidden blade popped out of its put away position.
“Peace bambino,” said a familiar voice as Desmond quickly looked away from the window as the door slid closed.
“Non sono un bambino,” said without thinking as he glared at the man dressed in the red and white striped shirt. He noticed after a moment that there weren’t just two of them there (he was expecting two at least), but there was a third, standing just behind Ezio and Altair.
Ezio laughed at him and without being invited sat next to him, Altair and the strange man sat opposite. “You’re accent is terrible,” Ezio informed him, Desmond preferred to ignore him.
“Who’s he?” Desmond looked at the third man.
“A friend, you haven’t met him though,” Ezio said. Desmond looked at the man and understood, like the rest of them he had a scar on the right side of his lips.
“Where’s the Apple?” Altair asked. Desmond pulled it out and rolled it between his hands on the table.
“Heh, we match,” the stranger said and put a hand into a satchel Desmond hadn’t noticed before and pulled out another Apple, putting it on the table with Desmond’s. The two Apples started to thrum and glow, they sang together for a brief time before falling silent as the men who were watching them.
“So, this is it?” Desmond asked looking at Ezio and Altair.
“Yeah,” Altair said, “Think you can handle it kid?”
Desmond stared across to Altair and put out his left hand, the muscles along the underside of the arm tensed and the hidden blade shot out, “I was born to handle it,” he said seriously, face set.
-Fin- -- Non sono un bambino= I am not a child (or according to my translator since I don't speak Italian
Now, the reasons behind the fact that the Brotherhood suddenly went evil? After reading through the emails in ACB my brain was just like "omg that is suuuuch fishy shit right there." Not to mention the red pathway leading away from the door all the way down to the front of the villa. Fiiiiiiiishy!!!!!
Dunno who Assassin #3 is. I just thought it would make sense that there wouldn't just be two assassin's in Desmond's family history that were fucking awesome. He just happens to only know two of them.
Also... why do I enjoy writing Assassin's annoying others? Honestly? Ezio is such a good troll XD
Re: Raptors (4/4)
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Desmond stood on the platform as the train he was waiting for came to a stop and people de-boarded. Once they’d cleared it for new passengers Desmond got on immediately and found an empty compartment but quickly realized he’d have to amuse himself for a bit till his passage was underway. There wasn’t much to do though so he took to fiddling with the inner guts of his hidden blade and cleaning the exterior of its mechanics. He’d have to do a better cleaning later.
A man came by as the train was about to depart and stamped his ticket before leaving him as the train began the laborious task of pull itself was a dead stop. Desmond leaned against the fold down table and stared out at the receding platform as the compartment door opened. His hand made a reactionary fist and the hidden blade popped out of its put away position.
“Peace bambino,” said a familiar voice as Desmond quickly looked away from the window as the door slid closed.
“Non sono un bambino,” said without thinking as he glared at the man dressed in the red and white striped shirt. He noticed after a moment that there weren’t just two of them there (he was expecting two at least), but there was a third, standing just behind Ezio and Altair.
Ezio laughed at him and without being invited sat next to him, Altair and the strange man sat opposite. “You’re accent is terrible,” Ezio informed him, Desmond preferred to ignore him.
“Who’s he?” Desmond looked at the third man.
“A friend, you haven’t met him though,” Ezio said. Desmond looked at the man and understood, like the rest of them he had a scar on the right side of his lips.
“Where’s the Apple?” Altair asked. Desmond pulled it out and rolled it between his hands on the table.
“Heh, we match,” the stranger said and put a hand into a satchel Desmond hadn’t noticed before and pulled out another Apple, putting it on the table with Desmond’s. The two Apples started to thrum and glow, they sang together for a brief time before falling silent as the men who were watching them.
“So, this is it?” Desmond asked looking at Ezio and Altair.
“Yeah,” Altair said, “Think you can handle it kid?”
Desmond stared across to Altair and put out his left hand, the muscles along the underside of the arm tensed and the hidden blade shot out, “I was born to handle it,” he said seriously, face set.
-Fin-
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Non sono un bambino= I am not a child (or according to my translator since I don't speak Italian
Now, the reasons behind the fact that the Brotherhood suddenly went evil? After reading through the emails in ACB my brain was just like "omg that is suuuuch fishy shit right there." Not to mention the red pathway leading away from the door all the way down to the front of the villa. Fiiiiiiiishy!!!!!
Dunno who Assassin #3 is. I just thought it would make sense that there wouldn't just be two assassin's in Desmond's family history that were fucking awesome. He just happens to only know two of them.
Also... why do I enjoy writing Assassin's annoying others? Honestly? Ezio is such a good troll XD