❝ we're going out tonight to kick out every light. ❞

[milesawayfrom]

Who: milesawayfrom and YOU! (OPEN TO ALL)
What: It's Desmond's birthday, but he's not out and about partying or letting it be known. Instead, he's either wandering the streets of Aliunde towards 7th Heaven or he's chilling in the Assassin's Hideout.
Where: Near 7th Heaven/Assassin Hideout
When: March 13th! Evening/Night
Rating: PG-13 for PROBABLY BAD LANGUAGE

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[lilgreasemonkey]

Kaylee wasn't fooling anyone with how "casually" she just happened to enter the hideout and find a mound of pillows to claim right near Desmond. The whole of the hideout and she was right there. But she was worried about her Aliunde brother and what he might've done to get in a brawl with someone.

[milesawayfrom]

Desmond looked up from the papers on Ezio's desk and gave Kaylee a lopsided smile. Arm aside, he didn't feel as bad as he did before. He turned to her, crossing his arms.

"What are you working on today? New inventive ways to torment good ol' Des?"

[lilgreasemonkey]

She stopped her rummaging through her bag to look up at him. Seeing him smile brought out one on her own face. Smiling, that was a good sign.

"Oh, how'd ya know?"

[milesawayfrom]

"You were the one that said it was your new favorite past time." He reached over and gently punched her in the shoulder. Kaylee was like a younger sister to him by this point. Hell, the entire Brotherhood was more like a family now.

[lilgreasemonkey]

"It ain't the only one." She batted playfully at his hand. "... 's just the one that works best right now on account of you bein' such an easy mark."

[milesawayfrom]

"Just the main one, right?" He joked and pulled his good hand back. Then he squatted down beside her to look at everything she had brought. "Thanks, Kay. You sure know how to make a guy feel better. What are you working on?"

[lilgreasemonkey]

"Oh you're real welcome Des." She pulled out half of a hidden blade mechanism. "Look familiar. I'm just 'bout done with your second one. With the modified design. Got a bit sidetracked fixin' up a few things for the recruits."

[milesawayfrom]

Desmond held back a childish remark. He was supposed to be some sort of example towards all the novices anyways. "Hey, it's fine. Their gear is more important than mine. I know how to fight with just one hidden blade."

[lilgreasemonkey]

"An' I got the others all set an' their hook blades ready to go. There's no need to fuss." She tried not to grin too much at calling him fussy.

[milesawayfrom]

"It's not being fussy. It's called priorities." Desmond muttered, gently shoving her with his free arm.

He learned how to fight from Altair first. Then Ezio. He could work with just one blade and an assortment of knives. The gun, however, was something he needed to talk to Kate about. He needed to know how to fight with modern technology just as much as the traditional assassinating ways.

"Ezio can handle the hook blades. I'm not sure how well they mesh with the walls of the building here. Aliunde isn't Constantinople."

[lilgreasemonkey]

"'Priorities' ... only in the lower forty-eight right?" Oh she liked riling him up. Though nudging him back was just a few steps away from an all out shoving war.

"He's gotta have some plan if he ordered them. At least, I'd really hope so. They look nice." Not that she'd brag too much about her own work but she was quite proud of turning those sketches into the real thing.

"Just like he's gotta have some plan for me upgradin' his gun design."

[milesawayfrom]

He laughed at her use of the term. "Well, hopefully they'd have them in all fifty-one states. Not just the forty-eight."

Then again, most people were either lazy or too busy with work. Regardless if they were Assassins, Templars, or people caught in the middle. "I'm sure he does. Ezio's life is the Order... maybe that'll change when we get him home."

Ezio could finally stop. He could settle down with Sofia and have a family that he deserves.

"You're kidding. He's got you working on the hidden gun too?"

[lilgreasemonkey]

She looked extra happy at making him laugh. "Hopefully or else what do they got instead?"

"Ya really think it will?" She liked the sound of that for Ezio. The Order was like a family, as she knew just from her little vantage point and what Desmond told her, but the thought of him having a real family was just ... nice. Really nice. Though it did help the image that he already had practice dealing with rowdy people messing up his dens.

"Nope! I've seen a bunch of different types of guns on Serenity an' Ezio said he'd like somethin' fixed up. Just for himself ... at least for now. 's been real fun thinkin' on it."

[milesawayfrom]

"A pretty messed up system." He shrugged.

Desmond nodded. After all, he was there in Aliunde. Ezio had to get back eventually. Right? How did that even work? If time froze for them when they were here, and both he and Ezio were present... he didn't want to think about it. That was more Rebecca's area anyways. Or, at least, it sounded like it was.

"I never understood how that gun didn't take out his wrist."

[lilgreasemonkey]

"After lookin' at that design he drew up I gotta say ... I agree with ya. The type of bullets he was usin' - I know what it is." She leaned closer to him.

"He got Leonardo to give him new wrists too." She started to giggle.

[milesawayfrom]

"Leonardo was a genius. He probably found some way around it." Desmond sighed. He didn't pretend to understand it. Especially since, technically, Altair made it first.

Then he laughed. "No, I'd know about that."