Throw on your brake lights

[failssassin]

Characters: failssassin and abaxrpg
When: About an hour after Desmond wakes up in the morgue
Where: Random streets in the city
Open or Closed? OPEN! Come help the poor, cold novice!
Rating/Warnings Language and a novice only wearing a bed sheet?

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[stfu_desmond]

The blond frowned when Desmond’s fingers moved to his nose, she didn’t like him honing certain ‘skills’ passed down to him through the generations any more than he did, but at times it was necessary to make use of them. This was one of those moments.

“Templars?”

Her brow raised and she gazed over the edge of the roof in the distance. Unlike him, she didn’t know where the red colors had appeared, she could only imagine where people whom might fall under the suspicion of being a Templar might be lurking around the city. The woman didn’t like the idea of them being here, too, but there was both nothing she could do about it and it was a lot to hope for that they not be present.

She sighed as she often did. “I guess it was too much to ask that we manage to get away from those assholes.”

After a moment she added: “Look, we should get going. Find somewhere to hideout, regroup - maybe Rebecca and Shaun are around somewhere. We should try to locate them somehow.”

And just like that, back to business. Lucy never could keep herself from being business oriented.

[failssassin]

His hand dropping from nose, he nodded at Lucy: "Yeah, either that or very unfriendly people."

It wasn't surprising to see Lucy back in her 'business' mode and if Desmond was being honest with himself, he would have admitted that he not only found it attracting and endearing, but pretty much comforting at the moment. Something about familiarity when lost in a new, strange place.

"Yeah, I guess that's probably the best way to go around. Food and shelter sounds like a good idea to me. I'm guessing we just take what we need in this place. Hopefully, there's some empty apartment or something."

Well, would you look at him? Already assuming they'd room together again. Old habits die hard? Kinda?

[stfu_desmond]

“Just what I like to hear,” she set her hand to her hip and sighed. “Lots of unfriendly folk around. Sounds awesome. Can’t wait.” Ever always with the cold sarcasm.

Glancing to him, she gave a nod of her head. “Right, doesn’t seem to be much of anything in the ways of currency, so. Let’s find a place and then do what we can to gather information around here. Figure out where we are, what’s going on, see if there are any locals anywhere. Whatever we can find, anything we can find really.”

“So,” leaning forward to peer over the edge of the building once more, knowing now that they had to climb back down, she glanced to the man at her side. “First things first; time to climb back down and look for some sort of shelter.”

She gave him a slight smirk. “Just like old times, mm?”

[failssassin]

His lips curled into a small smirk as well: "Yes, but with less lever to pull and medieval toxic waste to swim in. At least, I hope so."

Walking to the edge of the roof and looking down at the wall, already figuring out a path to climb down the building, he turned around to Lucy, a teasing smile on his lips: "Need some help going down?"

He knew all too well that she didn't, but it was still fun to tease her: it was something familiar to him now and a habit he wasn't sure he really wanted to grow out of. And so saying, he moved to drop down on the ledge and started to make his way back to streets, making it there in no time at all. Long hours in the Animus were starting to pay off.

Once back on the ground, he looked up, wanting to make sure Lucy was all right to climb down, and help her if needed be.

"All right, the most 'friendly' people I saw were in that direction' he said as soon as she joined his side, his finger pointing to the north of their position.