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]

Her lungs had ache with a horrible pain when she had come to inside the morgue that she’d found herself in. There was a haunting feeling that came with being pulled through what one could call an Underworld, one that bothered the nerves and didn’t go away easily. Lucy was still coming to terms with what had happened when she’d ventured from the area out onto the streets. It wasn’t until she had arrived on the sidewalk in the first place that she realized she wasn’t sporting any actual clothing.

And so, like the young man wandering about, this blond had a grip on her linens so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She had already spent a good long time wandering along the sidewalk cursing under her breath about the lack in modesty and why she had to be naked of all things, but here she was. Walking the streets of an unknown city in a paper gown that she was sure was more than see-through enough for her to be desperately uncomfortable with, Lucy continued to press onward

[failssassin]

The former bartender was already reaching for the ledge of the second story window when the familiar voice hailing him. It wasn't the shout that was unexpected to Desmond, not the fact that someone in this strange world already knew his name, it was the voice, that same one that haunted him ever since he had woken up in the Underworld, that made him falter.

"Shit!" Losing his hold on the ledge and having no real grip on the bricks with his bare feet, the novice was left toppling back, his ancestors' knowledge of landing the only reason why he landed in a crouch on the sidewalk. The blanket around his waist shifted enough to show his upper thigh, but Desmond didn't seem to notice. It took a moment for him to raise his gaze to where he had heard his name being shouted: he couldn't believe he had heard her for real, he was still afraid this was all a new torture devised by whomever had brought him here

[stfu_desmond]

Wincing at the sight of the bartender falling from the side of the building, Lucy lifted a hand to shield her eyes just in case his blanket was to fall from his waist. Glancing to him again, she shook her head gently and lowering her arm, moved to make her way across the street toward him somewhat hurriedly. Once she was near enough to the man to recognize him properly, not that she needed to look at him any further to know who he was as his voice had been more than enough, she welcomed the smile and offered one of her own in reply to him. Small though it was, at least it was there.“Desmond,” she sighed softly, relieved. Despite being there in, well, paper - she was thrilled for the familiarity of the young man

[failssassin]

For a long moment, the novice gave the blond a confused look. He had heard the relief in her voice, had seen the smile on her lips and yet he couldn't understand why they were there. Lucy was acting as if nothing had happened in Juno's Temple, and Desmond clung to the surrealist idea of him stabbing her having been an illusion created by the Apple. It didn't make sense why it would have created such thing, but that thought alone, as delusional as it was, was certainly better than the alternative. Desmond knew it was selfish not to ask about it, because he could enjoy the Lucy he remembered in Monterriggioni and so the novice stayed silent about the incident. For the moment, at least. Beside, they had more important things to attend to right now

[stfu_desmond]

Thin eyebrow arching at his comment about her dreams, Lucy set her free hand to her hip to grasp it and lowering her head, she peered at him as though looking over the rims of invisible glasses to him, narrowing her gaze. “You don’t know a thing about my dreams, Desmond.” And she’d like to leave it that way. Certain bits of her past history liked to haunt her, her nightmares were mistakes she made that she’d never be able to take back - things she wouldn’t have wished on her worst enemies, to be honest. At least, though, giving him the look she was she could hope that Desmond would think she were ‘joking’ about matters.

“So did I,” she gave a slight nod, looking off in the distance. “Wasn’t exactly my kind of awakening, if you know that I mean, but… Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. We’re here now, wherever ‘here’ might be.”

Where the hell were they? There weren’t that many distinguishable buildings and unfortunately, the woman didn’t recognize any of them. Maybe Desmond did, who knew

[failssassin]

The look she gave him was only met with a curl of his lips, making it clear that he wasn't sold on her dreams being more entertaining than she pretended them to be. Though Desmond had to admit, he was curious about what she could dream at night, of whom she could dream of too. He felt a bit cheated that all of his team knew about what could haunt him while he just had inklings about what could keep them up at night

[stfu_desmond]

There was a shiver that crawled along her spine at the mention of his toe tag. She’d had one as well, of course, but didn’t really want to think about it. “Yeah, same here. I’m not really sure where the hell ‘Abax’ is but it doesn’t sound like any place on earth, at least.” Which was unfortunate, because now not only did Lucy have to convince herself that she wasn’t in some sort of form of the underworld since she woke up to find herself being noted as ‘dead,’ she had to come to terms with the idea that she might not even really be on earth anymore

[failssassin]

As he buried his guilt about killing her deep inside of his heart, Desmond gave a playful roll of his eyes at Lucy's comment. It was so much easier to pretend nothing happened and slide back into old habits than facing the truth. It was stupid and juvenile, he knew that much, but he wasn't ready to let her go. Especially not when she stood in front of him, alive and well

[stfu_desmond]

“Yeah, it was the whole idea.” The blond gave a nod, a smirk on her lips. She would have set a hand on her hip if it wouldn’t have caused the paper gown to possibly tear or shift and reveal anything that she would have preferred Desmond not see. Just a friendly teasing session novice, that’s all this was - it was helping to keep her from freaking out about the situation, as it were. “I’m just surprised that you retained it

[failssassin]

He shrugged lightly: "Really? Because at the rate of how my brain gets turned into mushy, it shouldn't be surprising that it's turning into a skill sponge of some sort." Desmond knew he should joke with his sanity, especially not after what he could remember of his world, but by now, it was a defensive mechanism, just like it had been when he had laughed at his upbringing at the Farm

[stfu_desmond]

For the briefest of moments, Lucy frowned at his jab at his own sanity. Not again… she told herself. She withheld on lifting a hand to rub at her brow, like always managing to keep a straight face, calm and cool in the moment despite how much she would have liked to talk about it. Instead of trying to talk to him like a normal person would, she looked off and away from the young man, choosing not to reply to his little cracked joke

[failssassin]

While Desmond didn't like using the skills he had been giving through the Assassin bloodline, he knew it would be a good idea to use the Eagle Vision to determine if there even were more people than the few he had seen beside Lucy. With a slight frown, he activated it and looked around on the streets from the higher point of view they were. Surprisingly, there were more white silhouettes than what he had first expected. But what was even more surreal was the clear and define mix of red and blue hues on the streets.

He winced as a stab of pain shot through his head and quickly his vision came back to his normal one. He rubbed the bridge of his nose before looking back at the blond:

"There's a few more people around the hospital where we woke up. Some have started to explore the city from what I can guess. I think we're not...alone either. I'm pretty sure there are other Assassins here. And Templars as well..."

They really couldn't run away from this war, couldn't they?

[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

[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.