Oct 28, 2011 18:04
*Desmond has consulted the magic of the closet and found something very useful. Strapped onto his arm is a working hidden blade gauntlet like his ancestors used so expertly. He tests the mechanism, the blade making a quiet noise of metal against metal as it extends and retracts. Satisfied, he looks to the camera*
I'm gettin real sick of these life or death events. Not sure who I can trust now...I'm going to find a safe place to hole up. Hiding's one of the things I'm good at.
If you're a friend, find me. If you're not...*He extends the blade again* Well...I won't go down easy.
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