Desmond Miles ❖ 006
Who: failssassin and nolessthanseven , later on with halfthelady and ischarming
Where: Somni, the Fire in the Hole Club
Style: Starts in third but we can always change it in the middle because we're special like that
Status: Closish, PM if you want in.
Desmond was thankful for the quiet late afternoon at the club, especially after the long busy nights before Valentine's Day. Now the club was ( Read more... )
Where: Somni, the Fire in the Hole Club
Style: Starts in third but we can always change it in the middle because we're special like that
Status: Closish, PM if you want in.
Desmond was thankful for the quiet late afternoon at the club, especially after the long busy nights before Valentine's Day. Now the club was ( Read more... )
Desmond moved to grab a clean glass and filled it with ice cubes before adding the water to it. He then added a slice of lemon on the rim of the glass, as well as a cherry on a plastic sword, if only to humor Isabelle about serving her an actual drink.
"There you go" he said as he pushed the glass in front of her, his hand lingering there for a moment too long. Unknowingly to them, a small cupid had made his way into the club, shooting arrows of various colors at the patrons there. Spotting them, the cherub drew his bow and reached for a black arrow: they were in the right position for a perfect hit. As soon as Isabelle reached for her glass, the cupid let his bowstring go and milliseconds later, the arrow hit their wrists.
Desmond jerked back lightly as he felt the cold metal of the shackles around his left wrist. He gave an astonished look at the black metal band on his arm, the bracelet almost lost within the intricate tattoo that ran up his arm:
"What the fuck?"
The novice Assassin pulled on his end of the chain, only to see Isabelle's arm follow the move. His expression fell and a frown creased his brow:
"...You gotta be kidding me..."
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"Seriously?" She muttered, plucking at the metal with one finger of her free hand, glancing up and after the tiny floating child. One brow shot up curiously, and she pursed her lips. "Handcuffs? Isn't that a bit kinky for a cherub?"
Isabelle made a mental note - not only were the Fair Folk not the worst things out there as far as toying with people, apparently Angels themselves weren't so great. That explained her, if nothing else. And maybe Jace. Though admittedly, the cuff hardly looked out of place with her own tracery of dark Marks and consequential scars.
Taking up her drink - determined to enjoy it anyway - with her free hand, Izzy took a long sip before tipping her head thoughtfully. "So how long do you think we're going to be stuck like this?"
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The novice turned the handcuff around, studying it. "There's no lock to be picked" he said with a frown. He then looked up at the young woman, part of him admiring how she could stay calm in such a situation.
"Not long if I can help it. No offense to you. I just...you know, enjoy my freedom?" Being kidnapped by Templars was enough to him. He leaned down and reached for the short blade hidden in his right boot. Looking around to make sure that the knife wouldn't sent anyone in a panic, he tried to cut the chain links, but to no avail. Not that it was that much surprising, he had to admit.
"Shit. Any ideas how we can get out of this?"
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Isabelle just grinned, shrugging. "You're telling me. I mean, this wasn't exactly how I expected to hang out. You're great, I'm sure, but this might be moving a bit fast for me." As far as things went, this was hardly enough to make her panic or freak out. Her life wasn't in danger, neither her family nor her friends were in danger, and so there was nothing to worry about. It was just a pair of cuffs, and with any luck, they would be let go within the week. How much damage could come of being attached to him for a little bit?
She drew a well-hidden seraph blade out once his dagger failed, paying no heed to what anyone around - or even what he - may have thought before naming it quietly and attempting just the same: still no luck. "I actually have no idea," Izzy muttered, irritation pulling at the corners of her mouth. "I don't know, maybe I can call someone."
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For someone that lived most of his life hiding who he was, this was certainly a bump on the road he wasn't comfortable with. Stuck like this, he wouldn't be able to work properly, wouldn't be able to train. And Desmond was already apprehending the coming nights. Not because they would have to sleep in the same bed to be able for them to both be comfortable, but simply because he didn't want to have to explain why his sleep was always rocked by nightmares. He already had freaked out Jessamine when she had watched over him after his injury, he didn't need to traumatize another young woman. At least, with his left wrist stuck in the handcuffs, he couldn't wear his Hidden Blade and be a danger to her at night.
Still, what if Ezio decided to visit to check up on him? Because there was no way he was going back to Isabelle's mansion like that. How the hell would he explain this to Jessamine? Not that he really had to, they were just friends, right? Either way, this would probably be something to add to the pile of things his ancestor could tease him with. And he'd rather not have the Italian try to sway the Shadowhunter while she was...attached to him.
Desmond gave Isabelle a small questioning look as she took out her own blade. Why was he always hanging around women that seemed armed and deadly? There was a short-lived disappointed look when her own try failed, and the Assassin moved a hand to check the links more closely. None of their attempts to break them seemed to have even made a dent in the metal.
"You think Magnus could help with this?"
Desmond didn't actually believe in magic or witches and warlocks, despite having seen the power of the Apple back during the third Crusade, but if it meant not having to explain a few things about himself, then he was all for changing his opinion.
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It had only half occurred to her that they would have to pick where to stay - either his place or the manor. The manor would probably be the worst place ever, unless Isabelle wanted to just loudly announce that Desmond would be staying over and incite Jessamine's rage. Her room couldn't handle another full dismantling.
She seemed a bit disconnected for a moment, lost in her own thoughts as she wracked her mind for the most useful person she knew. Magnus was up there, but if he was busy, they'd have to find someone else. She didn't really know any other warlocks around, and if magic didn't work on the chains, it would be a wasted effort.
Chewing her lip slightly, she shrugged. "Yeah, maybe. Worth a shot, I guess. Anyone else, while we're at it?"
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There wasn't a moment of hesitation when Desmond answered Isabelle's question: "No, not really. I don't think I know anyone that could do something about this." And no one that needed to know he was chained to a young woman either. Which led him to suggest:
"Maybe you should let someone know about this. In case someone is looking for you?"
Yes, he was assuming they would stay at his place. Or at least hope really hard she wouldn't mind following him there. The bartender almost made a face at his thoughts: that sounded really wrong in his head...
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A brisk series of taps - Isabelle fit every bill of the perfect texter: female, teenage, and with more than enough friends scattered around New York to quality - denoted the text; she paused only momentarily before sending it and continuing her scroll through the contacts list until she found her brother's name. Where they were going to stay wasn't particularly bothering her - Jace would probably give her a look, but he wouldn't say much as far as her going away for a short while. It wasn't like Izzy was really that interested in Desmond, no offense to him. She just flirted with everyone.
She leaned against the counter, waiting for Jace's Dreamberry to either pick up or bump her to voicemail. It was maybe a bit harder to work these things than usual with someone else's hand attached, but it wasn't that difficult.
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While she made the call to her brother, Desmond took the time to call another employee to relieve him from his shift before serving a customer that raised an eyebrow at his cuffed wrist, nodding knowingly before giving the Assassin a thumbs up. The American resisted the need to facepalm and pushed the draft beer in front of the man, turning around in time to here Isabelle laughing. He tilted his head, an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach.
"What was so funny?" he asked when she hung up before grabbing his own beer, draining the glass so they could leave quickly.
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She was well aware that she had avoided the question point blank. But honestly, if she said anything, she would give away the surprise, and that was a huge no-no. So Izzy just continued to grin at him, getting settled in for another short while. "He shouldn't take long, though."
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"Why would he stop by? Does he really need proof that you're really stuck with me?"
Desmond highly doubted that the two siblings didn't trust one another, and he was feeling more and more like the blond man was simply coming over to laugh at him. While the novice was usually patient and mellow, he really didn't want to have to deal with the young man right now. Not until he could figure out a way out of his shackles.
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"I guess he wants to make sure I'm in safe, capable hands," Isabelle teased. "Compared to Irial, though, anyone's hands are safe. As long as they don't wander. Then they're liable to get taken off with a seraph blade." It was as much a teasing comment as it was true: neither Jace nor Alec - were he still around - would hesitate to defend their sister's honor if it came up. And with her in shackles, it wasn't like she could do it herself.
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It was too bad for the siblings that he wouldn't find it terribly funny to be faced with with Jessamine while being linked to Isabelle. But then again, that behavior wouldn't surprise Desmond from them.
The novice settled back on his stool, trying not to show how he wasn't really happy to stay moments longer at the club. Any moment his ancestor could walk in after all.
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"He'll probably bring me something. I think." Just in case, though, she pulled her 'berry out again, sending off a quick text to her brother to bring her an extra dress or two as well. Hopefully he could actually find something in her closet - despite Jessamine's best efforts, the room was now back to its previous state of complete disaster zone. The other reason Izzy didn't want Desmond anywhere near it.
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"Actually, it's more like the other way around." Desmond still had no idea if there were Templars walking around in this world other than Cesare, but it was probably better if he wasn't associated with anyone, for their own safety. He knew the Italian general could be extremely cruel and he had no doubts that the Borgia man wasn't beneath hurting people close to him to get to Ezio if he ever finally noticed a man walking around wearing a younger face of his mortal enemy. There was that and the fact that the bartender still didn't know how many dots the Inspector had connected about him, but he really didn't need for people he hand out with to know that he was associating with a band of Assassins.
Propping his free arm against the counter, he leaned his chin against his hand, thinking for a moment. He needed to see this as an opportunity, right? Maybe he could learn more about Jessamine and her world of Shadowhunters, Mundanes and Downworlders. Isabelle did say she was one as well, right? Even though he could easily tell that the girls didn't come from the same time, what the brunette knew could always help him figure out the blond better, no?
He was about to ask her about it when the door opened, his eyes quickly moving to the people walking in.
[OOC: Time to let them jump in?]
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With a couple dresses in his free arm, he literally dragged the girl after him. Not much of a challenge since he was much taller than she was. That and it was yet another way to get on her nerves. Something that was sure to satisfy him.
"Hey, Izzy! I brought his lover for a visit!"
To prove his point, he lifted the wrist that had the cuff on it to show that said 'lover' had no choice but to go where he went. And he even went so far as to finish it all off with a cheeky grin.
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