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[ After his less than pleasant chat with the Head Doctor, Desmond threw the phone across the room and started making his way straight to the Assassin's Hideout. Especially since there had been a lovely present sitting outside his door. He really shouldn't be moving around, but he doesn't really care at the moment. His leg still hurts like hell, injured from the serpent when he tried to save Darcy, and then the deep cuts on his chest from when another creature attacked him and Ezio. There's too many emotions running through him to focus on the physical pain. He's anxious, angry, hurt, and maybe even a little bit unsettled. Desmond isn't scared of the golden orb he shoved in his backpack. What has him in knots is the fact that it was in Aliunde. There's no way they can trust it to people back home, so there's nothing that leads him to trust it with people in the city.
Desmond makes his way to the hideout, backpack pressed up against his chest with one arm as he limps along the sidewalk. He's just in his eagle shirt, no hoodie, and looks like hell. Literally, he threw on his shirt over his sweatpants and tossed on his shoes, untied, and doesn't really care how he looks. ]
(( ooc: open to all~ find him on his way to the hideout, or assassins can find him in the hideout if you'd like :D ))
Desmond makes his way to the hideout, backpack pressed up against his chest with one arm as he limps along the sidewalk. He's just in his eagle shirt, no hoodie, and looks like hell. Literally, he threw on his shirt over his sweatpants and tossed on his shoes, untied, and doesn't really care how he looks. ]
(( ooc: open to all~ find him on his way to the hideout, or assassins can find him in the hideout if you'd like :D ))