Desmond Miles ❖ 014

[failssassin]

Who: failssassin and somarium
Where: Desmond's new club, 'L'Horizon'
Style: Starts in third, but I'll follow anyone's choice
Status: OPEN!!! (I am looking for new CR for Desmond, please come bother the derp?)

It should have been a night like any other at the club, reopened now for a few weeks despite Desmond not throwing a big opening party. Just like the reconstruction

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[livethecreed]

Altaïr had heard that the Club would be opening today and so decided to stop in and see how he was doing. He knew that Desmond had been looking forward to this and was curious about what exactly a club was.

Immediately upon entry he spotted Desmond behind the bar and moved towards the novice. He leaned against the bar in a darker corner and waited for Desmond to have a moment to notice him.

[failssassin]

Despite the Assassin not trying to conceal his presence, it took a few moments for Desmond to notice his ancestor. As soon as he could, he walked back to Altaïr, now seeing how people seemed to shy away from the man subtly, as if despite the Syrian wearing a more simplified version of his Assassin's robes, including a few weapons less, they could sense he wasn't someone to be bothered. The novice couldn't help but to roll his eyes at the hood over the man's head:

"You do realize that a hood here is pretty much a dead give away of who you are, right?" He gestured to the rest of the patrons around the club: all of them were dressed in rather classy clothes. "Take it down, Altaïr. If people ask questions, you can always say we're brothers. Or twins." Unless of course the Master Assassin wasn't ready to call the novice 'family'.

[livethecreed]

Altair hesitated for a moment before pulling the hood off completely. Without it his attire blended better with the slacks and shirts the others were wearing, but he was not used having his face exposed. The Templars knew his face and would not hesitate to attack, and he suspected the police of this world would do the same.

His grip tightened on the hood before he handed it across the bar to Desmond. "That explanation will suit. Most will believe it before we confirm no doubt." He had no qualms about claiming the novice as family. He had proven himself to be smart and capable, and though he needed more training he had the majority of the basics down.

A look behind the bar confirmed the presence of bottle identical to the ones he had consumed with Desmond only days after his arrival and he felt his stomach roll in protest.

[failssassin]

If the police force was suspecting and attacking people on their face, Desmond would have been in jail a long time ago for looking like Altaïr. The fact that he wasn't had the novice thinking that the authorities here recognized the Assassin from his white robes and not from his face. Which meant that he was safer in public with his hood down, as much as it felt weird for the Syrian to show his face to the world.

Desmond took the cowl with a nod and hid it underneath the counter. It was somewhat comforting to know that the Master Assassin didn't mind to be thought of the dame blood from him. It seemed that at least one his ancestors had somewhat accepted him.

The look Altaïr the bottles on the shelves made his descendant smirk lightly. It was really to easy to taunt the other man: "Do you want something to drink?" So saying, Desmond raised his pint of beer to indicate what he meant.

Later on that night!

[heavenlyfinale]

Tifa had paused outside the door of the Club, her hand hovering near the doorknob. Breathe, she thought.

Zack had told her that Desmond had found her like... that. She didn't want anyone to have seen that, least of all him. He didn't deserve it. But, she had a feeling deep down that he had seen more than he had let on. It was the look in his eyes. A bit more world-weary, like a lot of the people she knew.

She couldn't hesitate any longer. In she went, ducking through the crowd of people to get to the bar where she knew he was. Waiting until he was done with his latest customer before announcing her presence. "The night's looking good so far."

\o/

[failssassin]

The voice made him jump lightly: the night had been busy enough that Desmond hadn't had time to dwell on the fact that the small brunette hadn't been around to help him. It had kept him from thinking about her mingled body on the concrete of the alleyway, her blood pooling around her.

And so he was taken by surprise when he turned around to face Tifa, her eyes lit up with life as opposed to the dull, painful look he'd seen last in them. Something in his chest flipped and the novice attributed it to the relief of seeing her alive again. With a grin, he took the few steps that separated them and before he knew it, his arms had come around her shoulders and he was pulling her into a hug. Embarrassed by his sudden forwardness, he let Tifa go with a sheepish smile:

"Sorry....I was starting to think you'd left this place after dying."

[heavenlyfinale]

She was a bit surprised at first with the hug, but she wrapped her arms around him tightly to return it.

"They can't get rid of me that easily. I'm tougher than I look."

She looked down a moment before taking a seat across from him. "Zack told me you were the one that found me."

[failssassin]

The novice opened his mouth the retort that she hadn't been tough enough that night, but realized that now was not the time to spoil her return. Beside, he was dead set on walking her home after every shift she'd pick up at the club. He was betting that Tifa would probably protest at that, but it would be to no use.

He let her settle in front of him, the bar now separating them and he nodded: "Yeah. You were late and you're never let so I went to see if something was wrong and..." He swallowed slowly before frowning as the bloodied images of her body on the streets twirled in his mind, the memories quickly mixing themselves to others from his ancestors' lives. Gritting his teeth, he managed to push them away, focusing on the brunette in front of him, on her smile and and her eyes full of life now.

"Do you....do you remember anything?"