ITP: GET IN THE ANIMUS!!

[eaglecocktail]

[there is a sign:

"EVER WONDERED WHAT YOUR ANCESTORS WERE LIKE

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[solipsismmortal]

[there is an oddly-shaped shadow in the corner of your periphery--and when you turn your gaze toward it, it disappears.]

[bluefalconed]

[ coming across Desmond's body hacked to pieces, knife out and shouting ]

Who is responsible for this? Who yourself!

[solipsismmortal]

[it's silent save for the quiet windy rustle of the cornstalks; but it seems that someone was here until recently]

[bluefalconed]

[ This is where assassin skills come in handy. Look at the ground around Desmond's body to see if there's any sort of track or something. ]

[solipsismmortal]

[it's faint--someone definitely did their best to hide any tracks--but it's there, and the way the grass and leaves just slightly bend point vaguely north.]

[bluefalconed]

[ Follows that trail, quietly and as slow as possible so as to not miss anything, knife still out at the ready. ]

[solipsismmortal]

[after a while, you sort of get the sense that--odd as it sounds, someone or something is following you.]

[bluefalconed]

[ Looking behind him out of the corner of his eye, trying to not make it known that he has this feeling ]

[solipsismmortal]

[nothing is there, but for a second you feel as though something warm breathes down your neck]

[bluefalconed]

[ Quickly turns, looking around ]

[solipsismmortal]

[you get about a split-second of this face before being shot in the neck]

[bluefalconed]

[ WELL FUCK ]

[solipsismmortal]

Disappointin'. Yer little buddy back there put up more of a fight.

[flips the pistol he was carrying over in one smooth movement and clocks it hard against the side of Malik's head]

[bluefalconed]

[ Sorry, I'm from the twelfth century and haven't been shot before. :| ]

[solipsismmortal]

[EXCUSES. shoves Malik onto the ground and straddles him, pulling out a switchblade and clicking it open]

[bluefalconed]

[ Vainly reaching for his knife that he dropped when he got shot. ]