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You don't strike me as the sharp type. I suppose I should make my intentions clear. I don't plan on staying for very long. My time is over. My role, finished. And your "head" is an inappropriate place for spirits.

[Talk about displeased. Ziio crosses her arms and looks to the distance, her tone slowly becoming softer. However, she changes her English in favor of a very distinct Mohawk dialect.]

I promised him I would be with him. Keeping you company may endanger that. My son comes first. Do something.

[A pause. Then she turns, her expression devoid of any amusement.]

...Are you finished? It is a good song, and while I see the resemblance to what happened, I'd appreciate no comments from you. [Ziio sighs.]

You can't possibly know how it really feels.

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[What would be the point of pushing him away when their paths have long diverged already? Though their meeting now is something else altogether. Color her curious. Ziio's face remains impassive, but her eyes have a spark in them, as intense as it was years and years ago.] ]

I see.

[She pauses, studying Haytham like a hawk. She has much to say to him. Would their ends have been any different if she had enough power to keep his sights away from the darkness? Would he have allowed that sacrifice?

Was she right all along? That he would be consumed by the Templar's vision to the point where he could not see anything else? But these words and thoughts, she does not say. Instead, she says something simpler. Her tone is as ominous as her smile; there is no mirth, no warmth. Only fear. A little regret.]

You didn't find whatever it was that you wanted. [ "Again." Ah, how the past repeats itself. ]

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[He moves his hands behind his back, affecting a pose of deep thought, and gives a bitter smirk.]

No. Not in my lifetime. Connor saw to that.

[Unfortunately, he doesn't realize Ziio isn't the one who named him Connor, or that their son even has a different name. All in all, the amount he knows about both Ziio and their son is very little.]

[She notices his gray hair, and the subtle crows feet around his eyes. She knows that his journey has been hard on him. A lifetime indeed. Ziio silently muses on the things he missed. The things she missed.

But at the mention of an unfamiliar name, Ziio can't help but wonder some more. She places a hand on her hip, leaning her weight against one side.]

Connor. [A foreign name.] One of your people rose up against you? [You were bound to get school'd sooner or later, absentee daddy Haytham.]

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One of...

[The odd question startles him out of his thoughts. He's not sure what to make of it alongside his assumptions.]

No, not one of mine. He joined the Assassins, possibly because he thought that I had something to do with your death-- I didn't, I promise you. It wasn't my men who attacked your village.

[He speaks fast and worriedly, defensive from an accusation she didn't even make.]

[Two things strike her. She narrows her eyes after his hurried words flow out of him like an uncontrollable stream. Ziio circles him, her stony expression turning suspicious.]

[His reply unnerved her. First of all, who would want to join such a burdened Brotherhood for revenge against her dying? Second, why the anxiety? Why the hesitation? Ziio's instincts were going haywire. So she gets straight to the point. She was never one to mince words.

Ziio makes her way towards him, gaze aflame for answers. For the truth. And for now, she ignores the part about washing his hands clean from the responsibility of the destruction of her village, because something is telling her it's not important at the moment.]

Who is Connor, Haytham? [She doesn't miss a beat.] Who is the man that ended you?

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[Ziio is smaller than him, so much younger than him now that she's close to half his age, but when she rounds on him her intensity causes him to step back without thinking about it.]

Surely you haven't forgotten our son. Or do you still mean to keep his existence from me? It is a little late for that.

[Ziio's not quite sure which came first. Was it the numbing feeling of fear freezing her in place? Knowing that she has failed in protecting Ratonhnhaké:ton from the dark hunger she couldn't bear seeing in Haytham's eyes? Or was it the paralyzing guilt of inadvertently leading him on a road which may not have an end? Which may very well kill him?

Her own son killed his father. Her son -]

[She does not break eye contact, but she does follow Haytham's lead and takes a few steps back herself.]

Ratonhnhaké:ton became an Assassin. [Ziio speaks as if saying it out loud would make any difference. Maybe it would convince her. For who? For her? For the village? Did he know? Should she have told him about Templars and, and -]

[Ziio retaliates. Her mama!wolf instincts are coming out.] Between the both of us, I would be the least likely to forget about our son. [She frowns rigidly.]

Radoor-- Rahong--... [~~Oh my god Haytham why do you even try.~~ His tongue immediately trips over the name, but thankfully he stops attempting after a moment and just frowns.]

...I see. Achilles must have changed his name.

[After Connor Davenport, no doubt. Haytham knows about Achilles' family, because they were a token he used against him when he exterminated the rest of the Colonial Assassins. But those are not details he is going to share with Ziio.]

I never saw him when he was a boy. But you will be pleased to hear that he grew into a strong and noble pain in the arse.

[A little bit scornful. ...And a little bit proud.]

[There were far too many things running through her mind that Ziio found herself lost on what to say next. Achilles taught him how to be an Assassin? Ratonhnhaké:ton sought his father out not because he wanted the truth, but because he wanted revenge for her death? Which apparently the Templars had no hand in?

And if only they were in the past, where he could make snide jokes and she would roll her eyes and counter with a quick rebuttal of her own. A strong and noble pain in the arse? Of course. He would have gotten the strong and noble part from her, and the other half of that from him. He'd smirk, and she'd shrug her shoulders, and they'd share something special in the silence that followed. If only she had enough patience to entertain jokes about her son, her son who killed him, presuming that Haytham retaliated --

Ziio sharply turns her head away from him and holds up her hand in a gesture of silence. She keeps her gaze on the ground, her voice a soft yet intense rumble coming from her chest.]

Enough. You will tell me everything that I ask for. [No buts.] Leave nothing out. I will know.

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[Haytham opens his mouth, closes it, stiffens his shoulders defensively. He is rarely speechless, but Ziio had always been impossible to talk back to, and it leaves him unsettled. Part of her charm that had drawn him to her, really.]

...Very well, then. What do you wish to know?

[He is reluctant. He had lost her so easily before with so little insight into his Templar motivations. He has no desire to enrage her now, especially after what had happened. He hadn't seen her death, or even known of it until decades after the fact, but the image was haunting all the same, and the last thing he wants to do now is fight with her. But she also deserves the truth, or at least some of it.]

[Without hesitation, Ziio begins the interrogation. ~~That's what it certainly seems like, at least.~~]

You said that Ratonhnhaké:ton became an Assassin because he blamed you for what happened to me. [Pause. Ziio turns to Haytham with an unreadable expression. She is quieter this time, with less intensity and more...anxiety.]

Was he right? [Ziio would take her son's word over Haytham's any day, but if anything, she was fair, and she would hear him out if only to give better perspective to Ratonhnhaké:ton's answer.

And maybe she asked this first for her own peace of mind. Between trying to save as many people as she could while being buried underneath a pile of burning wood, she didn't quite get the chance to glimpse at the perpetrators.]

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I never asked him exactly why he took up the Creed. It may have had much to do with his recklessly disproportionate love of freedom.

[He sighs, lifting a hand to pinch the space between his eyes, exasperated by memories.]

He blamed me, but he was wrong. I never ordered them to-- they never... it was George Washington. Edward Braddock's officer. Do you remember him? I think you might... you knocked him from his horse and held him down with a knife to his throat.

[That little thought he can't help but subtly smile at. It is a shame she didn't kill him and save the both of them all this trouble later on, but the memory of her smashing the handle of her knife into his face gives him some satisfaction.]

[She listens intently, catches every word and every breath and every pause in his speech. Ziio takes a moment to glance up at his eyes, and she finds a certain strain of sincerity she is all too familiar with. Perhaps this was the truth. What reason did he have to lie?

Yet Ziio is not satisfied. Her arms go rigid, hands balling up into closed fists by her sides.]

You would do well to hold your tongue when you speak to me about my son. [Needless to say, she's not very happy with how bitter you sound whenever you talk about him. :/]

[But she does admit, she is caught off-guard by the sudden rush of memories. It was a better time than what they were left with. Fighting side-by-side, one learning a little bit from the other.] I remember.

[And just as fast as that moment came, it was replaced with the return of her incredibly inquisitive gaze. Her tone, hardened once more.]

Does he know this? Did you tell him? [She sounds almost accusatory.]

[Haytham does not like where this is going, but he endures Ziio's interrogation and judgement without moving from his spot, waiting now for the inevitability of her ordering him to leave and never approach her again.]

Yes. Washington himself admitted it to him, with a little pressure. It was the only way to furnish proof to Connor. If I merely told him myself, he would not have believed me.

[There was really no winning with that information. He waited until he had proof, and Connor hated him for delaying it.]

[And he braces himself with a grave frown, because he suspects he knows where her line of inquiry will go next.]

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what is impulsive muse

a-aahh, i'll do my best so as not to disappoint!!! ;~; /NERVOUS FIRST TIME AC ROLEPLAYER

it is impossible to disappoint me, also he'd be sooo painfully shocked if he saw her outside DM /sob

there would definitely be a lot of "wtf's" passed around, that's for sure xD AND LOTS OF FEELS.

so many heart-breaking feels ;;

THIS CONVERSATION IS GOING TO BE PAINFUL FOR THEM BOTH, AHAHAHAHA

I'm surprised you're new because your Ziio is so perfect already

oh my god how humbling, thank you so much :'( asdfgk; if i missed something though, please tell me!

do you have any plans for her outside DM? /chinhands

no plans right now! not sure if i have the qualifications to app her anywhere yet @_@

I'd be happy to at least play with you more in memes or something :>

I'd love that as well! ;) just link me up or whatever <3 i'm super enjoying our threading!

and you can link me up as well o/

out of curiosity, are you in a game right now? :3

mohawk_tomahawk and I are in SmashAcademy, and I'm also in Zodion