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*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 ( Read more... ) -
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You know those times you've just gotta get out of your own head? This is one of those times ( Read more... ) -
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*The video feed comes on to show Desmond...wearing a bartender's attire. Nice white shirt, black vest, bow tie, the whole nine yards. Leaning back, he grins gesturing broadly to a sort of makeshift bar he's set up. Really don't ask questions, assassin powers*Hey! So, I've kind of noticed you know, everyone's in a mood. So I figured why not ply my ( Read more... ) -
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*Once again we see the Des in his not so natural habitat, pacing back and forth in his room. He's paler than usual, the dusty colour of his skin reduced to an ashen sickly pale ivory.
Coupled with his white hoodie, he's quite dazzling to look at.
After a moment, he finally stares straight into the camera, leaning over a table in his room*Anyone ( Read more... ) -
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*Here we see the Des in his not so natural habitat. His room is a strange hodgepodge of what looks like gray stone walls with a pile of pillows in a corner and a very fancy mansion-like look to another side. Barely visible is a stark white wall, plain and featureless. His bed is now the Animus 2.0, a bright orange glorified arm chair not really ( Read more... ) -
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*It's early in the morning, asscrack of dawn most might call it. Usually by now, Desmond has been up, been yelled at at least three times by one person, had coffee and would be off to live it up at Ezio ( Read more... )