❝ 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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[mamassassin]

Maria had more time on her hands than she knew what to do with. There had been little for her to really do in the City of Aliunde and, while she appreciated their company and assistance, she had been trying not to rely on her son and descendent too often. And it wasn't as if she couldn't take care of herself. On the contrary, Maria Auditore could still be a handful if one were to think her age would make her senile

[milesawayfrom]

Desmond had entered the rather empty looking hideout and sat down at the desk Ezio normally occupied. He dropped his bag on the floor (after awkwardly moving it around his shoulder) and kicked his feet up on the desk. He put his one good arm behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. Isabela had agreed to help, which was good, but he wasn't sure how to help her get the business up on it's feet. Desmond had said he would help and he intended to, but he only made so much and most of it went to the Brotherhood was it was.

He looked up when the sound of the door opened, seeing Maria Auditore walk in. Desmond stood up right away. It was still a bit awkward talking to her, but he was getting used to her being there.

"Salute, Maria."

[mamassassin]

"Salute, Desmond," replied Maria with a smile. Seeing him get to his feet she waved for him to sit back, shaking her head. "Per favore, do not get up on my account. Sedere." Her tone at that last word was the same stern but in only a way a mother could say it tone.

The carefully wrapped bundle was set down on the desk. When noticing his arm in the sling an eyebrow rose, a questioning look upon her face. She had long since grown used to seeing her sons coming home in bandages or slings. That was how boys and young men were. That didn't mean she couldn't be concerned though. "Out getting into trouble are you?"

[milesawayfrom]

There was a protest on the tip of his tongue, but he knew the mother tone of Maria Auditore well enough by living Ezio's memories. He did as she instructed, slowly sitting down back in the chair and making sure he didn't smack his arm into something and hurt his shoulder more.

"You are kind of an important figure." Desmond gave a lame excuse for falling into manners he had picked up from his ancestors. His eyes then went to the cake and blinked at it before looking back up to find her questioning look. Oh, crap.

"Not really." He said. "I just got into a brawl. Nothing big."

[getsometreasure]

[ I'mnotevenherewhat ]

Nathan's been....well, what hasn't he been doing? He has been spending his time in the library, given what they've found underground. So he was trying to dig up some dirt on a few things. The good kind of dirt; the type that made him grin from ear to ear with success.

But right now? He was just on the way to the bar. Of course, his journal was stuffed into his back pocket, habitually. But he casually walked down the street, up until he saw a very familiar figure approaching the same door as he was.

"Desmond!" He called out, quickening his pace.

[milesawayfrom]

[ SURE YOU'RE NOT. ]

Desmond was not surprised to see that Nathan looks like he hasn't slept in days. He imagined that Nathan stays up all night reading ancient texts and trying to find clues. He turned and waved back to Nathan, one arm still in the damn annoying sling. Well, that was embarrassing.

"Nate."

[getsometreasure]

And he'd be right. Though, Nate's caught a few hours of sleep here and there. Sleep is kind of a waste of time. Except he has to learnt hat he DOES HAVE time to spend in this place. Unlike his home, where every second counts at times.

At seeing the sling, his brows shoot up, as he grins, slightly. Though, honestly. He's a bit concerned. "Woah, what happened there?" A pause. "I thought it was me falling on my ass back in the tunnels?"

[milesawayfrom]

"I didn't fall on my ass. I fell on my shoulder." Desmond quickly thought of how to explain it without putting the Order at risk. "My mentor decided to give me a lesson in combat. I got the shoulder injury, he got some pretty bad bruises."

Desmond knows more than he'd like to about not sleeping well. Thanks to genetic memories that bled into dreams, not to mention the nightmares from it all? Sleep wasn't something he knew very well the last few months. Still, he'd make Nathan sleep if he had to.

[notbuiltforthis]

[Pepper was just taking a walk to relax. It was working reasonably well, until she didn't look around a corner as she turned and ran into Desmond before she could step out of his way.]

[milesawayfrom]

[ Prosebreaker. Desmond stepped a few steps back, centering himself to make sure he didn't fall back on his already injured shoulder. He looked up at the woman he ran into. He hadn't seen her before, but hell that wasn't anything new. People arrived weekly in Aliunde. He gave her a glance over to make sure he didn't hurt her. ]

Guess I should watch where I'm walking. Sorry. [ He frowns. ] You okay?

[notbuiltforthis]

[You said we could and I am lazy. Pepper caught herself in time to avoid hitting the wall to her left. She glanced over the stranger and shook her head. She ought to pay more attention while walking...]

I'm not hurt. Are you?

[She had noticed the sling a few moments earlier, and hoped she did not do any more harm.]

[milesawayfrom]

[ S'all good. He was still a little worried. Thank God he didn't have an assortment of weapons on him at the time. ]

I'm good. [ He did more damage to the injury by climbing up on rooftops than anything else. ]

[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.

[finalheavens]

[Tifa might be walking outside of 7th Heaven when she sees him. Just the person she wanted to see! Surprise, surprise, she knows of his birthday. Tifa knows all.]

Desmond! How are you feeling?

[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond has no idea she knows. Surprise indeed. ]

Eh, a little better. Nothing I can't handle. How are things going, boss?

[finalheavens]

Good, actually! And you know you can just call me Tifa, right?

[She smiles at him, winking. Reaching into the back pocket of her pants, she pulls out a card. She offers it to him.] Here. Happy birthday.

[milesawayfrom]

Tifa is a lot less formal.

[ He grins, just joking with her. He uses 'boss' in a weird kind of affectionate way. Then he takes the card, and before even looking at her gives her a suspicious leer. ] Alright. How did you find out about that?