Sequence One Ѽ Arrival [Video]

[failssassin]

[The feed starts with a fuzzy blue view, the sound of fabric shifting can be heard over steps on wood. The blur stops and the blue reveals to be someone's jeans. Then the feed moves again and this time it shows an upside down view of a young man: it's clear that Desmond is holding his communication device in his hand by his side and has

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[fubblesnuggle]

[He's not very interested until he sees the face and hears the voice better. That's when he replies with a slight narrow of his eyes.]

I knew it! Something bad happens and you're not far behind. What the bloody hell did you do?

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[failssassin]

[....What the hell are you doing in his subconscious?]

....Nothing. Not that I know of!

[Well, except that he touched the Apple and stabbed their team leader and slipped into madness or a coma.]

[Video] I lied...I'm too awake...

[fubblesnuggle]

[No! You are you in his dream Deshmund?]

Mmhm. [He's giving you his famous 'judging' look.] Of course you didn't.

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[failssassin]

[No, no, he's pretty sure he's in his head. He's back in the Animus after all.]

I'm serious, Shaun. I have no idea what this place is, beside a really bad nightmare.

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[isanovice]

[ Bad enough that there was one fool who'd already arrived and shared his face, but the look of annoyance he has now is perhaps double what Ezio had received. He's sure of it now; this place was definitely playing it's games. And Altaïr was quickly growing tired of being the 'Gods' pawn. ]

I have no knowledge of anyone by the name of Freud- but you have certainly been brought on a journey.

[ And then, allowing the annoyance to ease into his tone. ]

Who are you.

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[failssassin]

[Still convinced he's stuck in some dark part of his mind, Desmond almost rolls his eyes at Altaïr's comment. Only some common sense keeps him from doing it, some sort of small voice whispering to him that caution might be the right way to go.]

I wouldn't expect you to know him. [His tone makes it clear that he seems to know the other Assassin]...What sort of journey?

My name is Desmond Miles.

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[isanovice]

[ The way the other speaks is almost... strange. Denotes an odd familiarity, though he is certain that this is not Ezio. Desmond's voice is different, his mannerisms as well. ]

They say we have been brought to the Underworld. I cannot claim the truth of these statements, but things here are... strange.

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[failssassin]

[....well it makes sense that Assassins don't get to go to Heaven, if that even exists. Desmond nods slowly.]

How...strange?

[Somehow, the novice's instincts dictates to thread carefully around Altaïr.]

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[failssassin]

[This time, Desmond blinks, open his mouth and closes it quickly. He's see Altaïr, the man hasn't much change from what he remembers him from, but to see a younger Ezio is a bit disconcerting. Why would he imagine his Italian ancestor in his twenties still?]

....I don't know.

[What else can he say? The novice is confused and lost and he's starting to feel unsure about the idea of this being all a figment of his imagination.]

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[failssassin]

[The tone puts him a bit more at ease, but barely. He seriously needs to figure out what the hell this is, because speaking to his ancestors is a bit...freaky.]

No, I meant to say that I don't know why I look like you, Ezio.

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[failssassin]

[He squirms under the scrutinizing glare]

I don't know about triplets or twins. I'm an only child.

[But he can guess who the man was referring to]

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[failssassin]

[It's fine, he's used to it.]

You found your long lost family in this place?

[Well that explains why Altaïr and Ezio are here then. Right?]

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[voodooing]

I think having issues that Freud would have a field trip with is a prerequisite for this place.

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[failssassin]

[He smiles lightly]

I'm starting to see that. So this is just not in my head, right?

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[voodooing]

Last time I checked I wasn't a figment of someone's imagination, so no, I don't think it is.

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[failssassin]

[The corners of his lips tug a bit higher]

Oh. I guess I should have figured this out as soon as I saw you. I don't think I can imagine such a looker like you.

[...Someone spent too much time in a certain Italian's memories...Too bad he can't pick his swag]