On playing ACII and getting to THAT strange dream

[pushesgently]

Stop your laughter. No matter what you saw, Maria and I were not flirting, and the conclusion of that chase was not for your eyes.

[Yeah, someone is slightly annoyed that the bleeding effect just happened to show Desmond the conception of one of his ancestors.]

There's no reason that such a brief appearance should encourage you to take me from my world and place me in another. Focus on the man from Italy, if you're enjoying his tale so much. My work is not a game, and I refuse to play in one of yours.

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[herotypical]

Save your breath. [ buffy tilts her head as she speaks, taking in the whole...monkitude-goes-thug thing this guy seems to have going on in his wardrobe. ] Complaining to the average keyboardist rarely makes a difference. Turns out that refusals and threats don't frighten'em much.

Hi.

[pushesgently]

[Scholar, Buffy, he looks like a scholar. An exceptionally well-armed scholar. Learning is pain.]

I have other means of persuading her.

Hello.

[herotypical]

...Have you tried chocolate? Chocolate tends to work on those of the her persuasion. I should know, being a her myself. Get the gal a box of chocolate and write a little please don't dump me in a game note under the lid.

[pushesgently]

I doubt dessert is enough to convince her. And I won't beg.

[unfetter]

These writers seem very much the tyrants, non? The more resistance they receive, the more they desire to bend us to their will.

[ and, she agrees. ] The irony is that we already do, n'est-ce-pas? I believe the writers enjoy that.

[pushesgently]

They're something less than Templars, but they have more ideas about controlling our futures than is right.

[unfetter]

More like those beings from the past, oui? They speak in riddles, and I am not sure if they prefer order or chaos.

[pushesgently]

I suspect they prefer whichever amuses them most at any moment. There's little rhyme or reason in them.

[lifescratched]

You were chasing each other? Why?

[Connor, honey, no. Stop before you hurt yourself.]

[pushesgently]

[...the facepalm was not a common gesture during the Crusades, and yet Altair feels compelled to place his hand upon his forehead.]

A mischief of sorts, on her part.

[Oh, like he didn't enjoy the chase.]

[lifescratched]

That is a strange way to cause mischief.

[The point. It's sailing over his head.]

[pushesgently]

[Like a Leap of Faith. The hint of a smile appears beneath his hood.]

Perhaps. But it was an excellent way to make a son.

[Well, someone's sure proud of himself.]

[goneonenight]

You have something against flirting?

ihu

[pushesgently]

[Nothing but :|, strange lady.]

Such behavior is for children.

lies

[goneonenight]

[She's used to it, pissy man]

I'm not talking about pushing each other in the mud or tugging on pigtails. There are better ways to get someone's attention.

shhh

[pushesgently]

And what would you recommend?

[libete]

They seem to enjoy looking at things that are not for their eyes. [ Aveline tilts her head to the side, considering. ] But curiosity is not all bad, I do not think.

[pushesgently]

Curiosity can lead us to a great many discoveries. But I don't think that would be so in this case.

[libete]

[ Mun has kept her in the dark about this particular scene, so she's got no idea what he's talking about in context.

She grins a bit. ] A killing of the cat, non? I do sympathize with your plight.

[pushesgently]

[At least someone's missed it.]

If this is common for the mundanes, we may face a plague of dead felines. Perhaps you'll fare better with yours.

[ancestrals]

Yeah - Can't really say it was for my eyes either.

[ Hello, you've never met him before, but he sure as hell knows you. ]

[pushesgently]

[Look of suspicion!!!]

I don't believe your eyes were in a position to see anything.

[You're not allowed to be annoyed, Desmond, you exist because of that roll in the hay.]

[ancestrals]

[ He has all the right!! He understands what how ancestors are made unlike connor ok. Srsly. ]

It's a - long story? [ Oh god how do you even.

Have this conversation. ]

[uccisione]

[ Ezio is doing his best to not laugh.

Okay, so maybe not his best, because he is snickering pretty hard. Sorry, Altair, he knows exactly what you're getting on about. ]

[pushesgently]

[And Altair pretty much makes this face =n=

Have some respect for the Assassin who came before you, Ezio. He gave you that sweet-ass armor, after all.]