❝ you suffer the cost when all this is lost. ❞
Who: milesawayfrom & trickster_mk2
What: Desmond decides it's time to act, now that he's been informed on how to take down Gabriel. Holy Oil armed, he sneaks into the Temple of the Venetian District and intends to do whatever he has to in order to knock the angel out of power.
Where: Venetian District Temple
When: Night, 9/10
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Rating could possibly be bumped depending on how things turn out, but, it shouldn't be too bad! Maybe.
The last few weeks had been hell. Desmond had to rely on everything that he learned in the Animus, and then the training he received as a child. It wasn't easy, but it just reaffirmed to him that he was doing what he wanted to do. What he needed to do. Helping people and taking down and insane reign that was only hurting the people, as opposed to actually helping them. Originally, Desmond had stayed back and simply gathered information. He eavesdropped, interrogated a few soldiers. It wasn't until the broadcasts started and that things got increasingly worse that he knew the Trickster needed to be taken down. Either by death or the weird Holy Oil thing. One way or another, the bastard needed to be taken out.
He was pretty sure Ezio would get on him for not having backup. He was pretty sure that Clay would call him a dumbass, and that Kaylee and Kate would freak out when they heard. That didn't change the fact that Desmond was going to do this. He had talked to Queen Elizabeth I, and the woman that Elizabeth trusted. He was going to keep their identities secret as well as he could. There was no way Desmond was going to let either of them get hurt if he failed. He was pretty confident that he wouldn't.
Desmond scaled the outside of the Temple, finding a way into it from the roof. He closed the rooftop door quietly behind him and began to quietly make his way down to the lower levels. His hood was up, an original hidden blade hiding under his hoodie sleeve, and the oil tucked away, securely, in his pockets. He found his way into what looked like a throne room--he had a damn throne room? Desmond cursed under his breath before slowly making his way into the room, his extra sense kicking in to find anything that his normal eyes may not see.
What: Desmond decides it's time to act, now that he's been informed on how to take down Gabriel. Holy Oil armed, he sneaks into the Temple of the Venetian District and intends to do whatever he has to in order to knock the angel out of power.
Where: Venetian District Temple
When: Night, 9/10
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Rating could possibly be bumped depending on how things turn out, but, it shouldn't be too bad! Maybe.
The last few weeks had been hell. Desmond had to rely on everything that he learned in the Animus, and then the training he received as a child. It wasn't easy, but it just reaffirmed to him that he was doing what he wanted to do. What he needed to do. Helping people and taking down and insane reign that was only hurting the people, as opposed to actually helping them. Originally, Desmond had stayed back and simply gathered information. He eavesdropped, interrogated a few soldiers. It wasn't until the broadcasts started and that things got increasingly worse that he knew the Trickster needed to be taken down. Either by death or the weird Holy Oil thing. One way or another, the bastard needed to be taken out.
He was pretty sure Ezio would get on him for not having backup. He was pretty sure that Clay would call him a dumbass, and that Kaylee and Kate would freak out when they heard. That didn't change the fact that Desmond was going to do this. He had talked to Queen Elizabeth I, and the woman that Elizabeth trusted. He was going to keep their identities secret as well as he could. There was no way Desmond was going to let either of them get hurt if he failed. He was pretty confident that he wouldn't.
Desmond scaled the outside of the Temple, finding a way into it from the roof. He closed the rooftop door quietly behind him and began to quietly make his way down to the lower levels. His hood was up, an original hidden blade hiding under his hoodie sleeve, and the oil tucked away, securely, in his pockets. He found his way into what looked like a throne room--he had a damn throne room? Desmond cursed under his breath before slowly making his way into the room, his extra sense kicking in to find anything that his normal eyes may not see.