Desmond Miles ❖ 007

[failssassin]

Who: failssassin and all of somarium !
Where: In front of his club, in Somni
Style: Starts in third, but I'll match any
Status: OPEN! Desmond's club falls victim to the Prohibition mob and gets burned down to the ground. Come comfort him! Or laugh at him! Or be part of the mob! Police officers and firefighters very much welcomed in this thread as well!
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[uncute_one]

[The light of the flames flicker and reflect off of Jade's glasses, and the Colonel raises his arms, a shining glyph appearing underneath him.]

O violent torrent, Splash!

[A great waterfall above the blazing ruin, putting out most of the fire as Jade turns to Desmond.]

We should get away from here before anything else happens.

[failssassin]

[As if losing his club isn't enough, Desmond watches, dumbfounded, as a stranger produces water out of thin air and extinguish the fire.]

H-how.....how did you do that?

[He's heard of magical being in this world, but this is the first he's witnessed it. He pushes himself on his feet and turns to the stranger]

Yeah...it's probably best. Though I can't think of anything happening worse than this, to be honest.

[uncute_one]

A Fonic Arte, but this is neither the time nor the place to explain.

[Jade is walking away already, although he does shrug at Desmond's next words.]

Well, you could always die.

[failssassin]

You know that you can't really die in this world, right?

[Still, the crowd does seem on the violent spectrum of excited and it's probably best if Desmond doesn't stick around for too long. He follows after the other man]

Thanks....I guess.

[nolessthanseven]

Isabelle had just been shopping, trying to find some element of familiarity amidst the crazy flapper dresses. Maybe something in leather. (Nothing, naturally.) The commotion had caught her attention; the sight of billowing smoke and a familiar (and incredibly irate) voice drew her in until she was shoving through the crowd trying to get to Desmond. The crowd either didn't notice her - maybe the result of the freshly painted stealth runes she felt stinging on her back - or just didn't care when she joined Desmond, lightly tugging at his arm. "Desmond. Desmond," Izzy started, pausing as she watched everything go up in flames.

"By the Angel..."

[failssassin]

Though Desmond felt the tugging at his arm, it took a few moments for him to look away from the brazier, as if he was hypnotized by the flames. Meeting Isabelle's dark eyes, his conferred how at lost he was at the moment. Sure, to anyone else, this was just a club, a place where he was working but for the novice, it held a bigger meaning. It was the only place where he felt at ease, where he could pretend he didn't have nightmares every night, that he didn't have to save the world back home, that he should be training to be a killer. It was the only place that let him remember his life before getting kidnapped by the Templars.

The Assassin opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by another violent explosion and the man winced, unconsciously taking a side step to shield the Shadowhunter from the fire.

"What are you doing here, Isabelle?" His tone of voice is genuinely concerned as he continued: "We should move to a safer distance..."

[nolessthanseven]

She flinched at the next blast, suddenly torn from her sympathetic thoughts; though Shadowhunters weren't much for offering condolences most of the time, she knew mundanes well enough to know that this club meant something. Enough to warrant a worried stare.

Isabelle slipped one hand around Desmond's arm, tugging more firmly. "Then let's go," she told him, "There's nothing we can do here, besides kill them all. And I'm willing to bet the police will probably frown upon a sudden bloodbath of mundies over a club." As if to prove her point, her mouth pursed tightly, and she glanced around: the mob - just short of carrying pitchforks, and what was up with that? - didn't seem to be letting up until everything was gone.

[failssassin]

Desmond let himself be stirred away from the mob and he shook his head: "I can't kill them." It wasn't that he hadn't the skills for it, it simply went against the Creed, one he was following despite not being a fully fledged Assassin yet. Not that he was about to tell that to Isabelle.

Once away from the crowd, the novice turned around to watch the building burning again. "I can't believe this is happening. I mean, I thought the clothes were extreme, but this....this is really going overboard. It's like...no one remembers their life before we got those cards."

He was rambling, yes, but it was hard to make sense of everything. It felt like he was watching someone else's past, like this should belonged to one of his ancestor's life, not his own. The era was all wrong and Desmond wasn't really prepared to face the prejudices that came with the period.

[walk_in_grey]

Allen had seen these kind of events unfold along his travels. Angry mobs trying to eject social pests. But this scale was a little larger than what he was used to or what he had faced during his years with his master. When he saw where the mob was exactly, he frowned and made his way through the crowd. Thanks to the suit this world had forced on him, he didn't stand out as much. Not to mention these bastards were more focused on the destruction than the white haired young man making his way through.

He arrived just in time to see Desmond get struck in the stomach with the tommy gun. It was too late for the club Allen could tell that fire would not go out without a substantial amount of water. So instead he focused on the men pinning Desmond down.

"Let him go! Haven't you done enough!?" Allen pushed aside one of the protesters and balls up a fist to strike another in the jaw.

[failssassin]

Right the moment the weight on his shoulders disappear, Desmond stood up and turned around to see Allen fighting off the rioters. The crowd seemed to shift its attention from the burning building to the white haired young man fighting and the novice knew it was a good thing. He reached over for Allen's shoulder:

"Stop it. It's not worth it. They're not worth it." Desmond was sad and pissed off about the lost of his club, but it was still not worth a bloodbath. "We...should get out of here too" he added as a common growl seemingly came from the angry mob. Things were probably about to get ugly in here.

[walk_in_grey]

He was doing alright though, thanks to his superhuman strength in his left and the monkey like agility and dexterity earned during his training with Fou, he was easily keeping up with the protesters. Still Desmond wanted to end this as peacefully as possible it seemed and he had promised Lenalee to not get into such potentially nasty situations so he nodded and tossed another demonic glare at a protester who seemed ready to charge at him. The man instantly jumped back and hid behind another.

"If you're sure. Let's go then."

[failssassin]

It wasn't a question if skills: Desmond could see very well how the other young man could hold his own in a fight. But the Assassin in training refused to hurt innocent people, even if they were responsible for burning down his club. That and the sheer number of rioters was overwhelming and they would certainly be disadvantaged in the fight. It was clear that they were out for blood, but the bartender didn't want to find himself at the end of their fists.

"Yeah, I'm sure. There's nothing we can do now for the club."

He turned his back to the brazer and made his way out of the crowd, but not without having to shove his way out from time to time. He gave a quick look at Allen to make sure the other male was following him.

"....Thanks for help me..."

[scoreatouchdown]

[It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Travis just looked at the whole scenario unfold from a safe distance. He recognized the man who seemed to own the bar but didn't recall a name or anything much besides his face. Not that it mattered. He was just here for the festivities.

As soon as the building starts burning down, he smirks a little. This place sure takes its "roleplay" seriously, don't they. A whistle emits from mouth.]

Tough crowd you've got here.

[failssassin]

[Desmond looks back at the voice and almost rolls his eyes off as he recognizes the self-claimed 'best' Assassin.]

Did they hired you to kill me too? Or are you just here for the fireworks?

[His words hold a certain amount of sarcasm, but it should be expected, no?]

[scoreatouchdown]

[The sarcasm doesn't seem to affect Travis at all. He just turns to face Desmond, looking all too amused by what was taking place.]

The fireworks mostly. Looks like someone's pissed about it.

[failssassin]

[Desmond gives Travis a dirty glare]

Wouldn't you be if someone burned down your club?