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Desmond Miles ❖ 007

Apr 14, 2011 22:28

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!
Warnings: ( Read more... )

isabelle lightwood, jade curtiss, desmond miles, travis touchdown, allen walker, !location: fire in the hole

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nolessthanseven April 15 2011, 03:09:53 UTC

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 April 15 2011, 03:30:29 UTC

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 April 15 2011, 03:38:54 UTC

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 April 18 2011, 03:43:20 UTC

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.

nolessthanseven April 18 2011, 05:14:34 UTC

"Exactly. And that just means we have to get ourselves out of here and figure it all out away from the mob. Mobs won't help us," she told him, a frown semi-permanently marring her features. She fully noticed the rambling, fully noticed that he was distracted by that burning building - not that Izzy could really blame him. If the manor went up tomorrow, she'd probably be just as devastated. And that wasn't even her life, it was just a place she lived.

Isabelle planted one hand on his cheek, turning his face back towards her; her eyes were sympathetic, yet firm, offering no ifs, ands, or buts. "Come on, Des. This isn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened around here. Snap out of it."

failssassin April 20 2011, 02:41:35 UTC

The hand on his cheek was enough to break him out of his staring: Desmond wasn't used to be touched. He turned his head and met her gaze, one hand raising up to let long fingers gently curl around her wrist, bringing her arm back down.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's get out of here" he said quietly as he started to make his way through and out of the crowd, his hand sliding to take hers so he could guide her through the mob. His stride slowed down as they turned the corner of the street, the shouts of the angry mob lessening as they put more distance between themselves and the burning club. Letting go of her hand as he turned around, Desmond offered a very small sheepish smile:

"I know. But in between this place turning into candy, monsters attacking and things freezing over, this is the first time I've seen the people of this world turning against one another." Despite himself, a frown creased on his forehead: this couldn't announce good things for the coming weeks, could it?

nolessthanseven April 20 2011, 02:56:57 UTC

Isabelle allowed him to lower and take her hand; she fell easily into step with him until they'd escaped the crushing mob. She shrugged away a shiver, glad to be out of the claustrophobic space, and ran a hand through what little of her hair was available to the gesture.

"It's definitely weird, don't get me wrong. I mean, I haven't heard of anything like this happening before. Between the weird clothing and," Izzy paused, glancing back over her shoulder in the direction of the club, "Well, that...I don't know that the next couple weeks are going to be that great."

failssassin April 20 2011, 03:19:48 UTC

"Strangest I heard was an invasion of dinosaurs. I guess that still steal the cake on the weirdest things to happen." There was an hint of a smile on his lips as he said that, trying to lighten up the mood with some humor.

But the hand in her hair finally brought his attention to something else than his own lost and he gave her a surprised look:

"What happened to your hair?"

nolessthanseven April 20 2011, 03:37:39 UTC

"Yeah, that happened...maybe a couple weeks after I arrived," Isabelle laughed, shrugging briefly before the reminder of her hair set in.

"Somarium happened," she replied wryly. "I mean, it's only pinned up-" Demonstrated pointedly by a rough tug at it - while it doesn't move, the fact that her usually long hair is still there is addressed. "-but I can only imagine what it's going to end up like. Dress is kind of cute, though."

failssassin April 21 2011, 17:07:50 UTC

Desmond moved to look at her hair more closely: "It's...hum...nice. And I'm sure nothing will happen to them. It's not like people are going to burn them or something" he added up dryly before shaking his head. Isabelle didn't deserve to be at the end of his frustrations.

"I'm sorry."

nolessthanseven April 21 2011, 19:06:37 UTC

She pursed her mouth sympathetically, shrugging away the comment - whatever would be would be; she'd just get extensions or something until it grew back. But the club's destruction was still weighing heavily on Desmond, that much was obvious. Not that she could really blame him.

"Hey, why don't we do something else? Get your mind off things a bit?"

failssassin April 23 2011, 16:12:43 UTC

Desmond gave Isabelle a small confused look. She wanted to willingly spend time with him? Well, that was...well, unexpected, maybe. Not that the novice minded: when the Shadowhunter wasn't around her brother, she could be nice enough.

The young man nodded slowly: "...Sure. What did you have in mind?"

The bartender had difficulties seeing how he could get the burning down of his club out of his mind, but he was willing to try. There was too many unpleasant thoughts lingering in his head anyway.

nolessthanseven April 23 2011, 19:48:34 UTC

She shrugged, looking awkward for a long moment. It wasn't her first choice - Desmond could be grating from time to time, but as long as he was bothered by the destruction of his club, he couldn't be that bad. So what could it hurt to hang out with him briefly? Maybe she'd get to know him better.

"I don't know. Somni's huge. Lunch or something? Maybe gape at some of the weird old-fashioned stuff hanging out in the windows?"

failssassin April 28 2011, 04:14:04 UTC

Desmond couldn't help the grimace on his face at the mention of shopping. Back in his world, that was certainly something he didn't miss from his life before the Templars crashed in.

"I...think lunch. Yeah, I guess lunch would be best." He wouldn't be the nicest shopping partner right now.

The bartender led the Shadowhunter to a small coffee he knew to be just around the corner from the club. It now looked more like a dinner and as the Assassin pulled the door open for Isabelle, he silently hoped the food would still be good.

nolessthanseven April 28 2011, 04:21:13 UTC

"I can do lunch. I probably don't need any more dresses anyway," she laughed, shrugging away that she ever suggested shopping. Isabelle followed him easily, trying for cheerful as she chatted his ear off about nothing at all - anything to distract from the matter at hand. When they finally reached the quaint little joint, the brunette glanced around admiringly.

"You come here often?"

failssassin April 30 2011, 22:23:09 UTC

Not that he would have ever admitted it, but Desmond was grateful for Isabelle's attempt at getting his mind off the burning of his club. Hearing idle chatter was something he definitely wasn't used to, but it was comforting, somehow. It felt so strangely different than the silence he basked in back home with Lucy, Becca and Shaun, and it wasn't like all the mundane conversations he had while working, here and in his world, were meant to cheer him up. It was so new and normal that the Assassin almost felt out of place.

He nearly didn't catch her question and blinked at the brunette before answering her:

"Huh? Well, yeah. Though it used to look more like a cozy coffee shop than a dinner."

Stirring Isabelle to a booth, he let her sit first before sitting in front of her. He wasn't really hungry, but he could use a cup of coffee. He gave a curt now to the waitress offering them the menus.

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