Lucy Stillman § 001

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Characters: Lucy and Desmond
Setting: Mid-morning, the day Desmond arrived in New Ashford
Summary: Assassin meeting at the pub in order to reassess their situation in this strange world.
Style: Prose.
Notes: Closed.  I swear it's not a date though!

Lucy had found an empty table by the window of the pub and the blond had chosen the seat that faced the

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The man who walked in was both casual and poised, his body moving with a quiet saunter that denoted a cat and a young man with nothing much on his mind. His expression was curious as he looked around, lingering on the people and faces with the air of one who is used to considering the nature of bar patrons. He seemed at home, almost pleased to be in such a place - and to anyone who knew, it would make sense, as Desmond Miles had been a bartender before first the Templars then the Assassins had 'collected' him.

Speaking of which, the source of his second 'kidnapping' was sitting and drinking coffee - coffee in a bar, pub, whatever they called them in England. Desmond gave Lucy a cheeky grin as he approached, waving to her choice of drink before folding his arms as he stopped before her.

"See - I knew you didn't know how to have fun."

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Looking up at the familiar voice, although she had noticed his entrance, Lucy cocked an eyebrow up and nodded at the empty seat in front of her, a silent order to sit down

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"Haven't you heard of Bloody Marys?" Desmond said as he sat down, still grinning, non-plussed by her criticism. "And you don't have to get drunk to have fun, you know."

Regardless of his teasing he grabbed a mug and poured himself a cup as well. He sipped and made a face, then continued to drink as he listened to her question. "Yeah...I still can't believe it." He gave a wry smile. "But I guess I'm starting to get used to it - the kidnapping thing, I mean."

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"I have." She did went to college after all. "And you don't have to drink either to have fun." This time, she granted him a small smile, unable to reign in her amusement.

"I don't think anyone that arrived here believed it at first" she said as her blue eyes swept over the pub's main room. This still felt like a bad nightmare to her and she had to admit that she was slightly jealous at the fact that Desmond seemed to be handle it better than her. Although her heart did sank a little more because she knew she was part of the reason why being kidnapped was something of a common occurrence for the novice.

"I've asked and there is apparently no way to get back to our world." The tone of her voice was probably conveying how she was frustrated by this. They couldn't afford delays in finding the Temples and stopping Vidic and Abstergo.

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"Yeah, that's what I've heard." The other Assassin said, a hint of grimness to his casual tone. "But we have to get back." Desmond paused, then reached into his pocket. Gold gleamed as he held it beneath the table, though no pretty lights or fireworks burst into life as he held the Apple in his palm.

"I think they need this back home more than here."

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"I know we have to. I'm sure if there is a way in, there surely is a way out. We simply need to find."

Lucy leaned back to look at whatever Desmond wanted to show beneath the table cover. The golden light made her gasp and she reached for his hand, pushing it back towards him.

"You...shouldn't show it to anyone!" she whispered in urgent tones, leaning forward this time.

Her brows met in frustration. "How...is this even possible..." Oh God, how could things get possible worse than this? Her team separated, the Apple no where anyone could find it and no way to let the Assassins know of the Temples if they ever find them in this world.

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"It's not...active." Desmond argued before slipping the Apple back in his pocket.

"As for why...well...I had just taken it, right? It must have been pulled through with me - through one of those...gate things."

The young man's brow furrowed. "Hey...do...do you think it could show us how to get home if we got it working again?"

Desmond looked up at her with sudden intensity, an expression on his features not unlike the determination he had begun to attain when working with and in the Animus.

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Lucy pondered for a second the many possibilities as to why the Apple had lost its power. Bringing her elbows to rest on the table, she intertwined her fingers together before letting her chin rest over them, a small frown creasing between her brows

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"Well, until we go home - It'll probably start working again then." Desmond sure as hell wasn't giving up on that, not for a moment. They got here somehow, there had to be some way to get back.

Desmond grinned recklessly at her comment about the Apple's abilities. "Maybe we could ask it to 'beam us up', please?"

He frowned at her last statement, then caught her eye with one of his more serious looks. "Do you think there are...'wrong hands' here... I mean, the ones we're familiar with?" The man snorted at his own question. "As if there needed to be - these Dromos people sound close enough - only they have 'magic' apparently too."

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"I'd hope so" she said softly. After all, the piece of Eden was their only hope to save the world.

Lucy tried to give Desmond a stern look at his sci-fi joke even though she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her from laughing or smiling. The Apple's abilities shouldn't be mocked: they could be very dangerous, but the blond Assassin couldn't help but half hope a beam of light appeared from nowhere to take them home.

She leaned closer to the novice, knowing this should at least stay between them.

"Wrong hands don't need to have a name to do bad things." She had meant it in general. Lucy shook her head: "I don't know if any....one from Abstergo followed us here", before she tilted it, Desmond last statement making an eyebrow arch questioningly.

"What do you know about them? These Dromos, I mean." Because what she could gather was next to nothing about them.

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He sobered his humor instantly at her stern look, retreating into that sort of casual calmness that he had adopted since picking things up with the assassin team. It was still ultimately relieving to be able to be his usual mellow self instead of the strained and angry individual he had been at Abstergo Labs. Granted, he had had reason he supposed - no one could appreciate being kidnapped - but he still felt guilt for the way he had treated Lucy, and the way he had completely given up the knowledge in his DNA to the Templars

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Lucy wasn't as obvious as she seemed to the feelings Desmond could have had for her. In truth, those feeling were requited and while the novice seemed too dense to pick them up where her own boss had, over emails too, the blond Assassin was trying to be careful on this slippery road. The rational part of her still tried to convince herself that she was imagining things, that those signs she was was probably only birthed by the Stockholm syndrome, where the kidnapped fell in love with his kidnapper

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Desmond nodded, personally in full agreement not just 'yes-manning' his fearless leader. "Right." He stood, grinning again, putting serious matters aside with his typical ease. "Well...should we take a look around?"