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[inbedatsix]

[Instead of doing a lot of panicking and frantic button mashing, Lucy took the time to consider her options when she woke up somewhere unfamiliar and she's been poking around the Dreamberry to uncover whatever she can information wise on this place, sitting down on a flight of non-descript grey stairs.*

She's tense; obvious in the line of her jaw,

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[inbedatsix]

She was quiet as he explained and whilst the visions were an expected side effect, it was one of the side effects they would no doubt hope to get rid of in the future but for now, it was one of the more unfortunate side effects and as long as they monitored it, Desmond should be okay. And whilst being told he'd had more visions was something of a worry, the stress of arriving somewhere like this would easily have been a trigger but he'd been here long enough now that he'd hopefully have adjusted to it. He wouldn't even be back in an Animus for a long time now if he'd been here seven months with no way of getting back so in progression via Ezio's memories would grind to a halt. Really, it was a good thing he'd managed to get in training and keep it up on his own.

"That's one of the main reasons for the Animus as far as we're using it. We're not just concerned with locating Pieces of Eden like the Templars but we need you to be able to fight." Because this was going to turn into a war of some sort in the end and everyone would have to be able to fight. Although the thought of Shaun fighting was equal parts funny and worrying.

"Guards?" Great, was she going to have rocks launched in her direction if she decided to go for a midnight stroll up the side of a building and along the rooftops? "I'll be sure to keep an eye out then."

She folded her arms and frowned; she needed to find out just how this world worked here and how people could leave and come back and then disappear without anyone finding out why - she would hope that the matters had been investigated and studied but then again, she couldn't be so sure.

"Is there any information on this world that isn't gathered by the residents? If time is static here then it means there's ample time to look for clues about all of this. But fifteen years in one week...that's insane."

[failssassin]

"Yeah, I know..." Lucy had made it clear when she had busted him out of Abstergo that the Assassins needed his help, not just his memory. And he was still fine with the idea of fighting for mankind's freewill alongside the Brotherhood and seven months later, that resolve hadn't wavered, even if he had no idea when he'd be able to go back to his world. It had been the main reason why he had kept training even after his ancestors had left this world.

He nodded, shrugging lightly as he unlocked the door of the building, making his way to the stairs, climbing slowly the seven flights to his apartment. "I ran into one once, but I know they don't like people running on rooftops."

Desmond thought for a moment before shaking his head: "Not that I know of. The natives don't seem to know much about their world and they don't look like they want to know, actually. I was told that people going back to their world don't remember their time here and Ezio mentioned that he went back to the exact moment he remembered before coming here. I think it's safe to assume that time stops while we're here."

They finally reached his apartment and the novice let in Lucy with a small smile: "Welcome to my place, I guess." The suite was rather clean for a bachelor pad. It was barely filled with anything that seemed personal to Desmond. Back in their world, he barely kept mementos with him since he moved around a lot. That trait had carried over to this world as well, it seemed. Still, if Lucy looked closely, there were some objects that spoke of him: the Italian poetry books Serenity gave him for Christmas, as well as the books on the 19th centuries from Jessamine were stacked over the mantle of the fire place in the living room. On the coffee table was Leonardo's small flying machine model that had too been in his Secret Santa gift, along side the rolled up plans for the club's reconstruction. On a table laid against the wall dividing the living room from the dining room was located the mini-bar kit Chloe had given him before she left the wold, the small bottles of alcohol aligned nicely, the whiskey one emptier than the others. The kitchen was a bit more messy, seeing as the bartender had left his dinner preparation in a hurry to get Lucy.

[inbedatsix]

"I can sort of see it from their standpoint; even when you know what you're doing and you've got the right skills to do it, you can still get hurt. People might see it and try and end up being seriously injured because of it. That and the possibility of theft." People lived here, they had possessions and well, not everywhere was like renaissance Italy with its casual regard to leaving boxing of florins lying out in the open. "Still, there have to be times and places where it's allowed." She'd take her chances anyway if she felt like going for a quick jaunt; she'd just be sure to wear a hoodie and keep the hood up and over her face. Dark clothing, simple and plain, easily mistakable for anyone who happened to be on the city rooftops.

"It's the most logical explanation for any of this with regards to the time gap between the two of us when we both remember more or less the exact same moment before arrival. It's odd about the residents," actually, it was unnerving and she rubbed a hand across the back of her neck to get rid of the hairs that had stood up on the back of hr neck. "Is it brainwashing or something controlling them?"

Inside, she took the time to look around and she had to admit, she was impressed because well...she'd assumed that Desmond would turn into a slob of some sort now that he had a chance to settle down without any real fears and it was a welcome surprise to see it like this. She'd need to find a place of her own if she was going to be here for any length of time. She paused at the model and went across to get a better look at it before turning to look at Desmond.

"Where did you get something like that?"

[failssassin]

"Well, it's not exactly allowed there, but the industrial part of the city if often not well guarded. That's where I usually train. Nights are pretty good for that as well, somewhere in between 3AM and 6AM." That was why Desmond always trained right after closing his club: the guards were getting sleepy from their night watch and getting sloppy and lazy. They weren't in the mood to chase what they might think could be a simple shadow and the novice took advantage of that. It still didn't mean that he wasn't wearing his hood up at all time when he was free running.

The bartender nodded as Lucy mused on the resident of this world and then slowly shrugged. "I don't know. They seem content and almost...used to people coming in and out of this world. I'm guessing it's always been like this and they never questioned what they were told by the authorities or that...'Overlord' lady that keeps popping up when things happen around here. People don't ask questions when they're complacent, no? Just like in our world." That could explain how the Templars easily got at the top of the population and the war with the Assassins was easily hushed away as well.

Desmond watched the blond look around his apartment as he slipped off his hoodie. If she had voiced out how surprised she was to find a clean place of living, he might have been a little bit insulted. He did have discipline drilled into him as a child back at the Farm, and his old habit of always expecting to run and to become invisible quickly had never truly died. Perhaps at some point they would have, but when Ezio had let him know that Cesare Borgia had come to this world a few months ago, Desmond had realized that any of their enemies could 'crossover', including Vidic, and while the novice was more than ready to drive his Hidden Blade through the man's neck, he knew he would have to stay off the radar if the Templar ever showed up. Hence the clean, almost impersonalized apartment, the quick and easy way out through the adjacent roofs. Shaun had been more or less right in their world: he was slightly paranoid. Weeks of imprisonment tended to do that to you.

"I have an extra room for you if you want. I mean...until you find a place of your own if you prefer!"

If he was being honest, Desmond was torn on the matter. One part of him was hoping Lucy would stay with me, if only to bring some sense of familiarity to this world, some sort of comforting thought that he wasn't alone from his world in here. He missed the blond more than he could ever admit it and to be around her all the time was something he wanted back. But at the same time, he liked his new found freedom in this world. This was exactly how his life was before getting kidnapped and sent to Abstergo. Work, reading, staying low, this was a routine he knew like the back of his hand. The only difference was that here, here he made friends, close friends even, when back home he'd push people away. That need, that craving for deeper bonds had only been accented after gaining false memories of a life without any Templars or Assassins, memories about what could have been if he had been born normal and out of a regular family instead of one carrying an important bloodline. Though he knew this could be something he could share with Lucy, Desmond was realizing that the blond had never really got that sort of life in their world. For her, it would have been training, then working for Vidic then saving his ass and then training him. She deserved to be free as well and there was no doubt in the novice's mind that he was probably too much of a reminder of their world for Lucy to always be around him.

His train of thoughts was interrupted as his team mate looked closely to the flying machine model and the bartender chuckled lightly:

"Last Christmas, there was a Secret Santa exchange. This was part of my gift, although I'm wondering I my Secret Santa simply didn’t mistaken me or Ezio. This was also with Italian poetry books. I still have no idea what most of the poems are about. I guess I'm not that close to being insane yet."