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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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Part 1
Part 2
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Part 5
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Re: Mindshift 2/18

(Anonymous) 2011-06-08 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
“L-leave me alone! Pl-please! I’ve buried you, Kadar! Don’t harm me!”
The image of Kadar paused by his unburied weapons, looking down at them.

“I-I know! I was just about to give them back to you!”

It gestured to something in the pile. When Desmond failed to respond, it gestured again. He lowered his arms and walked over, trembling. He hated ghosts. No more horror films, no matter what Rebecca tried to talk him into. He stopped next to the ghost and watched it bend over, gesturing to something in the pile. Hesitantly, trying to ignore the crawling feeling, he reached to where pointing, and found a small ragdoll. It wasn’t anything of value, but it was a cute little thing. He met Kadar’s gaze, and the ghost gestured to it.

“You-you want me to take this?”

The ghost nodded once.

“And give it to your brother?”

It seemed logical, but Kadar shook his head, smiling and gesturing to Desmond.

“Keep it?”

Kadar nodded, still smiling, and ran a hand over his eyes.

“For closing your… Putting you to rest.”

The ghost nodded again, gesturing to the sword at his side.

“I’m not giving up the sword: I have to have something to defend myself with, and–”

He paused when Kadar gestured to the novice’s long sword. It was beautiful, and it wasn’t something a novice would’ve had.

“That was your brother’s, wasn’t it?” he asked as he tucked the small ragdoll into his Templar uniform.

“Do you want me to give it to him?”

Kadar shook his head.

“You want me to use it?”

The ghost nodded. Hesitantly, he strapped the better sword on in place of the Templar sword.

“Thank you.”

Kadar shook his head and reached out, and he trembled when the misty finger touched him. Nevertheless, he found himself smiling as Kadar vanished slowly. He was glad, too, that through the training of the Animus he had gained both Altair’s and Ezio’s abilities, and that with Lucy, he had developed them. He felt confident he could take on anything.

“Hello?” came an old man’s voice.

He jumped and looked to the entrance of the room, watching a light shine through.

“In here!” he yelled, scrambling over to the ladders and hopping up.

“Who’s there?”

“My name is Desmond Miles: I come in peace!”

“You certainly don’t look like it.”

He paused at the top of the ladders to find an old man standing there with a torch. He smiled. “Sorry, I got lost in here, and I couldn’t find my way out. If you help me out, I’ll work for you.”

There was silence as he watched the old man. Finally, the old man laughed. “I thought you were a Templar. Those men have no work ethic. Who are you, Desmond?”

Desmond was surprised. “I’m, uh, did you know of the treasure in these mines?”

The old man wrinkled his brow. “Yes, my brother and I paced these shafts many times until he was murdered.”

He winced. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

He hadn’t even realized he was speaking Arabic. Perhaps the Bleeding Effect had a few good aspects.

“But the treasure in these mines transported me here.”

The little old man laughed. “You are a strange man, Mister Desmond. You’d best not let anyone else hear that story.”

He bowed his head shamefully. “Sorry, I know it doesn’t make any sense.”

He raised his head when the old man put a hand on his arm. “I can tell you are a good boy. You have no place to go, do you?”

Desmond shook his head. “How do you know I’m not lying?”

The old man chuckled and turned around. “With old age comes many benefits. Follow me. I will give you a place to stay in return for your blade. The guards have been heckling me as of late—”

“I can take care of them!” Desmond scoffed and jogged up to the old man’s side. “And that’s all you want?”

“I am moving to Jerusalem to be with my daughter.”

“Oh… You want an escort?”

“Exactly, and in return, I will give you room and board.”

Desmond pursed his lips. “So you have no idea if I’m really a good man, but you know I can wield a blade.”