IC||voicegivemenamesNovember 19 2010, 21:43:00 UTC
Desmond, Ezio has left Somarium. I am not sure if this is permanent or temporary but as soon as I am able to tell, I will inform you. If you wish to have any lessons, you may contact me.
IC||voicefailssassinNovember 19 2010, 22:36:13 UTC
[Though Altaïr can't see it, this message had Desmond frowning]
I thought no one could leave this world?
[There's a pause. He would have preferred the Renaissance man as a trainer, seeing that the Italian could be less of a pain the ass than their common ancestor, but now there's no choice. And probably no time left, if anyone can be sent back to their world at any moment]
Yeah, I still do. [Even if he's going to feel every muscles in his body for a month Altaïr will be done with him] When are you available?
IC||voicegivemenamesNovember 20 2010, 16:12:42 UTC
Not of their own volition or choosing. We had another brother here, Malik, he disappeared and has not returned.
[Hey, he's got a good plan for a training exercise.]
As of now, I am always available. You can find me here.
[He sends over the co-ordinates for the bureau. Figure out how to get in yourself.]
[[ooc: If you want to log this...there's something I need to ask the mods first involving an npc assassination contract. Want some real active learning Desmond?]]
IC||voicefailssassinNovember 20 2010, 16:47:02 UTC
That's just great.
[He says, his tone dripping in sarcasm. This doesn't make Desmond like this world much more. There's nothing he hates more than not having control over his life. There's no need to say that such thing has been trying him for the past month or so.
He gets the coordinates and almost groans. Desmond is working late tonight. You have the best timing, really. Still, Altaïr can hear sounds of footsteps, keys being reached for and the rustle of fabric as the Assassin in training puts on his coat.]
I'll be over shortly.
[ooc: I'd love to! I think Lari is awake now, if you want to ask her. And this is going to end up with me stained in blood, isn't it? :| ]
ic + action...ish.halftheladyDecember 27 2010, 05:56:04 UTC
[When Desmond opens his door he'll find a beautifully wrapped present on the doorstep. Inside will contain a jacket, a bracelet she thought suited his tastes and several books about the Victorian era.
Alongside it, there's a card with loopy script on it reading:
Merry Christmas! From Jessamine Lovelace
It seems she was too embarrased to actually give it to him in person.]
[Jessamine on the surface seems composed but in reality, it's taken quite a bit for her to get up the nerve to call Desmond. Around her neck is one of her usual delicate chains, but the charm on it is far from usual. The glittering diamond ring that Desmond proposed to her with hangs there but it's hidden beneath her dress although it's easy to see the faint outline of it if you're looking close enough. Her wearing it was a step enough because when she had first woken up with Desmond lying next to her, she had hastily stuffed the ring into the very back of her jewelery box
( ... )
ic + video (You have no idea how this made me squee <33)failssassinMay 9 2011, 16:09:38 UTC
[When Desmond first picks up the call, it's clear that he's slightly surprised to see Jessamine on the screen: he hadn't expected her to call, though he's pleased by her call. In the background, sounds of heavy construction can be heard: hammers against nails and woods, saws and drills providing a rather noisy environment.]
Jessamine! Ah, just a second...
[The sound is partly muffled, but no enough so and it's easy to pick that the bartender is moving around in what seems to be his club and he tells somebody out of screen that he's walking out, that if there is anything they need him for, to just call him. Then a few moments pass and it's becoming clear that Desmond has walked out of the building and has found a peaceful place a few street corners away. The short walk gives him time enough to get nervous about this call: when they had awaken from that strange dream where they'd been engaged to one another, the novice had been curled tightly against the blond, the covers separating them the only hints that he hadn't been a
( ... )
ic + video (I'm gladdd <3)halftheladyMay 9 2011, 16:20:36 UTC
[Her heart hammers in her chest when he picks up and she can only nod when he moves to a quieter location. The sounds were startling at first, but then it dawns on her that he had mentioned something about his nightclub being rebuilt.
While he moves, she takes the time to try and compose herself. This is a terrible idea. Everything that her society dictated to her - any sort of social protocol that she had learned said that doing this sort of thing was wrong. But then again, most of everything she had done while she was here was wrong. The thought alone made Jesasmine cringe, especially when she thought back to a week ago. She was trying to desperately to stick to her ideals because that's all she had ever known and was convinced all that she wanted in life. A proper life. A lady-like life. Ever since arriving here, all she's wanted to do was return home to London even if it was to the Institute. At least there she could get her life back on track. There she could find a proper, normal gentleman to be her husband. Her hand goes
( ... )
ic + video (Hey, I miss RPing with you bb)failssassinMay 9 2011, 17:59:55 UTC
Yeah. Right before this whole...thing happened, the club got burned down. While you were sleeping, I mean.
[For a moment, Desmond wants to ask if she noticed the fresh flowers by her bed when she woke up. But he doesn't, although he tries to remind himself that he should apologize for sneaking in her bedroom to change the flowers. Lest he wants his head offed by little Alice.
He shifts awkwardly for a moment, wondering what he should or can say. The Assassin decides to go with the safest thing to say, even if it's the lamest.]
[Surprisingly, Desmond is not thinking about any of his ancestors showing up again and so he frowns lightly]
Templars? Please, don't tell me Vidic showed up. [But then he realizes that Lucy doesn't look too worried or anxious and the frown turns into a smile] Becca got here, didn't she?
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I thought no one could leave this world?
[There's a pause. He would have preferred the Renaissance man as a trainer, seeing that the Italian could be less of a pain the ass than their common ancestor, but now there's no choice. And probably no time left, if anyone can be sent back to their world at any moment]
Yeah, I still do. [Even if he's going to feel every muscles in his body for a month Altaïr will be done with him] When are you available?
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[Hey, he's got a good plan for a training exercise.]
As of now, I am always available. You can find me here.
[He sends over the co-ordinates for the bureau. Figure out how to get in yourself.]
[[ooc: If you want to log this...there's something I need to ask the mods first involving an npc assassination contract. Want some real active learning Desmond?]]
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[He says, his tone dripping in sarcasm. This doesn't make Desmond like this world much more. There's nothing he hates more than not having control over his life. There's no need to say that such thing has been trying him for the past month or so.
He gets the coordinates and almost groans. Desmond is working late tonight. You have the best timing, really. Still, Altaïr can hear sounds of footsteps, keys being reached for and the rustle of fabric as the Assassin in training puts on his coat.]
I'll be over shortly.
[ooc: I'd love to! I think Lari is awake now, if you want to ask her. And this is going to end up with me stained in blood, isn't it? :| ]
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Alongside it, there's a card with loopy script on it reading:
Merry Christmas! From Jessamine Lovelace
It seems she was too embarrased to actually give it to him in person.]
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Jessamine! Ah, just a second...
[The sound is partly muffled, but no enough so and it's easy to pick that the bartender is moving around in what seems to be his club and he tells somebody out of screen that he's walking out, that if there is anything they need him for, to just call him. Then a few moments pass and it's becoming clear that Desmond has walked out of the building and has found a peaceful place a few street corners away. The short walk gives him time enough to get nervous about this call: when they had awaken from that strange dream where they'd been engaged to one another, the novice had been curled tightly against the blond, the covers separating them the only hints that he hadn't been a ( ... )
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While he moves, she takes the time to try and compose herself. This is a terrible idea. Everything that her society dictated to her - any sort of social protocol that she had learned said that doing this sort of thing was wrong. But then again, most of everything she had done while she was here was wrong. The thought alone made Jesasmine cringe, especially when she thought back to a week ago. She was trying to desperately to stick to her ideals because that's all she had ever known and was convinced all that she wanted in life. A proper life. A lady-like life. Ever since arriving here, all she's wanted to do was return home to London even if it was to the Institute. At least there she could get her life back on track. There she could find a proper, normal gentleman to be her husband. Her hand goes ( ... )
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[For a moment, Desmond wants to ask if she noticed the fresh flowers by her bed when she woke up. But he doesn't, although he tries to remind himself that he should apologize for sneaking in her bedroom to change the flowers. Lest he wants his head offed by little Alice.
He shifts awkwardly for a moment, wondering what he should or can say. The Assassin decides to go with the safest thing to say, even if it's the lamest.]
How...how have you been?
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/wrong journal for this
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[Why yes, she's warning you in advance so you can make a better first impression.]
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Templars? Please, don't tell me Vidic showed up. [But then he realizes that Lucy doesn't look too worried or anxious and the frown turns into a smile] Becca got here, didn't she?
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He's related to you.
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Yeah, and leading him directly to me at the same time. [The smile drops lightly, because let's face it, he misses their spazztastic team mate as well.
He takes a double take at the mention of being related to the new arrival and he tilts his head]
Which one?
[He's already grabbing his hoodie and keys to head out.]
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