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Who: Altair ibn La'Ahad (diadermic) and Desmond Miles (bleedaffected)
When: Sometime this afternoon.~
Where: The streets of sector four
Summary: Assassins gone wild! Altair notices Desmond with Eagle Vision. Confrontation ensues.
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Brotherhood, as well as other Assassin's Creed mumbo jumbo.
Since his time of arrival at Siren's Port, Desmond hadn't spent much time at "home." He wasn't even completely ready to call it that, despite what the greeters, and Lucy, and the entire goddamn city had told him. In fact, the reality that Lucy was up and around and telling him anything at all made him worry in and of itself. There was something sincerely fucked up about this entire situation, and if it turned out to be that the two major corporations running this city weren't Templars, the Core wasn't a Piece of Eden, and he wasn't being monitored at all possible hours of the day, Desmond was ready to completely throw in the towel as to what he understood "real" to be anymore.
And so, other than to sleep and shower, Desmond made it a point to stay as far away as possible from that cozy little apartment that had just been so conveniently handed to him the second he'd arrived. When he was out, he never really had anywhere in particular to go-- except maybe to Lucy's now and again-- but he'd been slowly learning the layout of the city and spent most of his time people-watching and eavesdropping, searching for anything at all that could possibly help him. So far, his track record wasn't looking very good. Either everything here was as real as the greeter said it was, or the inhabitants of this city were some of the best actors in the history of man. What always struck him as the most peculiar, though, is that, despite the fact that this Core had allegedly brought these people here against their will, no one seemed to be concerned with finding their way out or getting home. No one seemed to even try. It was the one big thing that kept Desmond's suspicion raised, and he wasn't going to let it go any time soon.
That, indeed, was his mission for the day. He roamed the streets of sector four with his hands in his pockets and his hood raised, trying to listen for anything-- anything at all-- that could've altered him to the true nature of Siren's Port and its people.
When: Sometime this afternoon.~
Where: The streets of sector four
Summary: Assassins gone wild! Altair notices Desmond with Eagle Vision. Confrontation ensues.
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Brotherhood, as well as other Assassin's Creed mumbo jumbo.
Since his time of arrival at Siren's Port, Desmond hadn't spent much time at "home." He wasn't even completely ready to call it that, despite what the greeters, and Lucy, and the entire goddamn city had told him. In fact, the reality that Lucy was up and around and telling him anything at all made him worry in and of itself. There was something sincerely fucked up about this entire situation, and if it turned out to be that the two major corporations running this city weren't Templars, the Core wasn't a Piece of Eden, and he wasn't being monitored at all possible hours of the day, Desmond was ready to completely throw in the towel as to what he understood "real" to be anymore.
And so, other than to sleep and shower, Desmond made it a point to stay as far away as possible from that cozy little apartment that had just been so conveniently handed to him the second he'd arrived. When he was out, he never really had anywhere in particular to go-- except maybe to Lucy's now and again-- but he'd been slowly learning the layout of the city and spent most of his time people-watching and eavesdropping, searching for anything at all that could possibly help him. So far, his track record wasn't looking very good. Either everything here was as real as the greeter said it was, or the inhabitants of this city were some of the best actors in the history of man. What always struck him as the most peculiar, though, is that, despite the fact that this Core had allegedly brought these people here against their will, no one seemed to be concerned with finding their way out or getting home. No one seemed to even try. It was the one big thing that kept Desmond's suspicion raised, and he wasn't going to let it go any time soon.
That, indeed, was his mission for the day. He roamed the streets of sector four with his hands in his pockets and his hood raised, trying to listen for anything-- anything at all-- that could've altered him to the true nature of Siren's Port and its people.