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[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Oh, very funny.

Haha.

Hey, don't you have the other guy to worry about? Jesus Christ, can't a guy get any kind of rest?

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[tolerateseurope]

Well.

[ He's not quite sure what to say. You're certainly less dead then you were when he last saw you.]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

*Ah, see, he remembers being significantly more dead.*

...hi, Shaun.

*Awkward.*

Did it...did it work?

[pushesgently]

Those of our kind rarely can.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

*Holy shit, it's Altair. Howwhatthefuckeven FFFFFFFFF--*

Y-yeah... I'm starting to see that.

[pushesgently]

[Hi, grandson. You're looking slightly less crispy.]

Some might say you can rest when you're dead, but apparently that is not always the case.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

You're telling me. [So much less crispy. Granted it was only his right arm, but that seems healthy enough now, anyway.]

As long as I don't have to do any of that again, I'll be fine.

[pushesgently]

Perhaps. The question is—what do you want to do now?

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Honestly? I want to sleep for fourteen hours and suck down four cheeseburgers.


[no one ever accused him of being very ambitious.]

[pushesgently]

[...?]

What is a cheeseburger?

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[...Dude.]

Right, you wouldn't know. Uh...it's a slab of ground beef topped with cheese and onions and tomato in between two halves of a bun. They're delicious.

[pushesgently]

They must be very small, for you to want to eat so many.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Not really. I'm just that hungry. It depends on who makes them.

...you want to try one?

[pushesgently]

I would not be opposed.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Great. [oh god he's about to cook for Altair. oh god oh god oh god.]

Give me some time to get everything together. Or we could just...go somewhere that sells them.

[pushesgently]

I have some coin.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Uh, about that. It'll look really weird if you pay with that. We use different money.

[pushesgently]

Perhaps another time, then.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

What I mean is, I'd buy one for you.

[pushesgently]

Then I accept.

[arehl]

...That's an ironic phrase.

[Hey, 'sup, hapless fellow protagonist.]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

How is it ironic, exactly?

[arehl]

...you don't want to know, Subject 17. Believe me.

[Because how do you say 'hey yeah your future is not gonna go well' and not have it sound rude?]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

I have a name you know.

[arehl]

I know. Desmond, right? ...I'm sorry. That was rude of me to call you by the number in the files.

[Pause.] I'm not a- it's not- we're not enemies. Okay?

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Who are you, then? If not an Abstergo flunkie, then who?

I had to

[givetheslip]

I thought your kind was always busy putting their noses where they shouldn't.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[...Fuck.]

You wouldn't believe the shit I've been through in the last year. So, uh. Thank your buddies for that.

8)

[givetheslip]

If it pays your sect back for what you've done, I shall, and be proud of it.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

For what we've done? Oh, man. I almost feel sorry for you. You've got a really rude awakening ahead of you.

[givetheslip]

Don't try to play with my mind, Assassin. It won't work.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

I'm not trying to play with your mind. That's the Templar method.

Do you have any idea what the world will be like if your boss wins?

[givetheslip]

A good deal more peaceful, with more knowledge available to all, I should think.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Peaceful? Maybe. But knowledge, hardly. They want to suppress thinking, Maria. Not encourage it. People ask questions. They're not stupid. If the Templars have their way, no one will even think to question anything. They won't be able to.

Do I need to tell you how they intend to do that?

[givetheslip]

Cease your prattle. I've heard it often enough, and recognized the lies for what they are.

[familyissues]

Our work is never done. Didn't you get the memo?

[ Heya, Self. ]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

.......

]Nope. Noooope. Nope nope nope nopenopenopenope

NOPE.]

....Fuck this, I'm done.

[familyissues]

[ Sigh, it's always the same. He's going to slap himself on the back with his left hand, because his right is, well, MIA-- the right sleeve of his hoodie is folded up and pinned to his shoulder. ]

Deep breaths, Miles, that's it.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[Sorry man, this is way too weird for him at the moment. Gives 'patting yourself on the back' a whole new meaning. He jerks away on reflex.]

Just...don't. Okay? This is... [he scrubs at his face with both hands arrrrrgh WHY] Just one week. One week where I'm not questioning my sanity would be nice.

[familyissues]

[ Touchy, touchy. It's all right, his first day in Asgard after he died was pretty hellacious, with ancestors swarming him on all sides. ]

Oh, it's all downhill from here, Desmond. You'll get used to it. And you're sane, by the way. Sanest you'll ever be.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

...That's not exactly reassuring.

[He can't stop staring at his missing arm. Shit. At least he got to keep his. Even if it is burned to hell and back. It's bandaged in a sling over his shoulder.]

((ooc: oh hey, my roommate plays Giovanni at Asgard! :D This one's going to Mask or Menace, hopefully.))

[familyissues]

[ He misses it, but he'll take being alive any day of the week. He notes his doppelgänger's bandages with some interest, but flicks his gaze back up to the other man's, shrugging. ]

You won't remember any of this when you leave here, so why not roll with it? Maybe I'm just another calculation of the First Civ's, if that helps any.

[ Bro. Bro. Your counterpart has seen some shit, trust him. ]

...Where are you going?


((ooc: Oh nice! I might have an AC to toss at MoM in the future, good luck with your app!))

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Mask or Menace. Every kid's dream, if they grew up actually knowing anything about superheroes.

[Stupid Dad and his stupid sheltering.]

((ooc: ....we may have need of an Altair.))

[familyissues]

Ten years in the Big Apple didn't teach you about Superman?

[ Don't look at him, he read shit like Treasure Island during his days on the Farm. He smiles to show he's teasing though. ]

My mun wants to put Sofia there-- Sofia Sartor? She has some weird fetish for culture shock. The mun, I mean, I feel a little sorry for Sofia.