Sequence Five Ѽ Bleeding Effect 2 (character update)
Warnings: Offensive language and subject matter (racism jokes)
Effects: None
Notes: This is the scene I tried to condense here. Also, this is a character's update dream, so Desmond will be updated to the end of Sequence Four of the Brotherhood game (I'll put up more information on his profile meme in a bit).
Desmond is in the white room again. The one he knows so well because it means he's back in the Animus and this time, his heart pounds like crazy because he knows he might be about to see a portion of his life back at home. Either that or a very bad nightmare again. Suddenly, he feels the pull in and a scene is constructed around him, block by block, until he finds himself back under the Villa on Monterriggioni. The Animus is at the center of the room, Lucy and Shaun at their respective desks, Rebecca leaning over the computer by the orange chair.
For once, the novice is not sitting in it, and he walks around the Sanctuary until he stops before the statue representing the first ancestor he met. He knows what he's about to say is stupid, he knows the joke is not really that good, but he's tired, his head hurts and he feels cranky from the disturbed sleep he's having ever night now. He knows he shouldn't say what's he about to say, but he still does.
"Hey, wassa matter you, Altaïr?" he asks the statue in a very badly reproduced Italian-American accent.
"HEY! That's racist!" Oops, looks like someone heard him and Desmond turns around and snaps back at Rebecca.
"You're a racist!" He already regrets his words: Becca doesn't deserve to be at the end of his frustrations. But tempers flare easily went cooped up like they all are and Desmond feels he's in worse position than them since he can't even get out in public. No late night at the pub for him and God knows how he envies Shaun and Becca for that night they spent outside the Villa.
"Really? That's what you guys are doing?" It comes without surprise that Lucy intervenes already. She's been doing a lot of that lately, but usually he bickers with Shaun, not with Rebecca. That he turns on the technician that easily is a clear sign of his exhaustion. They are closer than this, him and Becca. And while it shouldn't, it irks him even more that the blond picks up on it and tries to stop him before he says anything stupid. Which, of course, doesn't really work.
"Oh no, God forbids I take a break." his tone drips with sarcasm, despite that this is a partial lie. He's the one always pushing for longer sessions in the Animus, the one always pushing the limits of his body and mind. "I just spent the last three fucking weeks inside that machine" he says as he points out the orange chair of the Animus. He can't help the resentment he feels toward the apparatus. Sure, they might be able to save the world with it, but that damn thing has become the bane of his existence.
"No no, you're right! Let's all just screw around while the world falls into pieces!" Desmond can't help but wince at that: he deserves it after the prank he played on Shaun the night before. Still, he hates it when Lucy uses that tone with him, especially when he knows she's right but he's too pigheaded to admit it. His tone softens, but barely: he's still riled up and tensed and sometimes he feels like no one really understands what he's going through. Though part of him wishes they would never know either.
"Hey, this isn't easy you know!"
The headaches, the nightmares, the pity looks he gets when he walks out of his room, the uncomfortable laughs when he jokes about his sanity? All of it only adds weight to the imprisonment. Sure, this time he's with allies, but the 'not getting out of the building part' is still the same. Desmond can't even remember what daylight looks like anymore. Well, real daylight anyway.
"Yeah, like we're all on vacation out here?" The bartender knows Rebecca has a point here, but before he can even point out that she's not the one having her brain slowly fried up, Lucy cuts him off:
"Enough! Look...Everyone's under a lot of pressure, but we're the only ones who can stop Abstergo. So we need to keep it together."
"She's right, we need to be a hive mind, people." He catches Lucy's glare at him, as clear as her blue eyes, and though his tone is sarcastic, he's actually honest.
For the first time since the argument broke out, Shaun actually gets his fat ass off his chair and walks in to join the conversation:
"Anyone up for some reconciliatory yoga? Anyone?" It's the breaking point for Desmond: the tone is mocking, as usual, and the novice doesn't find it very funny. Nor does Lucy and she voices it out as she shoots the historian a killer glare: "Very funny guys!"
Turning his heels around, Desmond makes his way to up to the villa, but not before grumbling out a: "Fuck off, Shaun." But before he gets to the top of the stairs, the scene dissolves into blocks again: white light blinds the novice as he feels the normal pull out of the end of a session in the Animus.
[The video feed starts as Desmond wakes up and all it shows is the ceiling. For once, the Dreamberry was left the night before on his dresser instead of the night table and there's the sound of fabric shifting as Desmond gets up to pick up the inevitable calls that will come after this. But all the feed catches is a pain-filled gasp right before a loud thud sound. For a long, long moment, only silence feels the feed and finally the sounds of someone moving is heard, along another pain-filled moan and then a soft 'Fuuuck'. A hand covers the screen of the Dreamberry and shuts the recording off.]
Effects: None
Notes: This is the scene I tried to condense here. Also, this is a character's update dream, so Desmond will be updated to the end of Sequence Four of the Brotherhood game (I'll put up more information on his profile meme in a bit).
Desmond is in the white room again. The one he knows so well because it means he's back in the Animus and this time, his heart pounds like crazy because he knows he might be about to see a portion of his life back at home. Either that or a very bad nightmare again. Suddenly, he feels the pull in and a scene is constructed around him, block by block, until he finds himself back under the Villa on Monterriggioni. The Animus is at the center of the room, Lucy and Shaun at their respective desks, Rebecca leaning over the computer by the orange chair.
For once, the novice is not sitting in it, and he walks around the Sanctuary until he stops before the statue representing the first ancestor he met. He knows what he's about to say is stupid, he knows the joke is not really that good, but he's tired, his head hurts and he feels cranky from the disturbed sleep he's having ever night now. He knows he shouldn't say what's he about to say, but he still does.
"Hey, wassa matter you, Altaïr?" he asks the statue in a very badly reproduced Italian-American accent.
"HEY! That's racist!" Oops, looks like someone heard him and Desmond turns around and snaps back at Rebecca.
"You're a racist!" He already regrets his words: Becca doesn't deserve to be at the end of his frustrations. But tempers flare easily went cooped up like they all are and Desmond feels he's in worse position than them since he can't even get out in public. No late night at the pub for him and God knows how he envies Shaun and Becca for that night they spent outside the Villa.
"Really? That's what you guys are doing?" It comes without surprise that Lucy intervenes already. She's been doing a lot of that lately, but usually he bickers with Shaun, not with Rebecca. That he turns on the technician that easily is a clear sign of his exhaustion. They are closer than this, him and Becca. And while it shouldn't, it irks him even more that the blond picks up on it and tries to stop him before he says anything stupid. Which, of course, doesn't really work.
"Oh no, God forbids I take a break." his tone drips with sarcasm, despite that this is a partial lie. He's the one always pushing for longer sessions in the Animus, the one always pushing the limits of his body and mind. "I just spent the last three fucking weeks inside that machine" he says as he points out the orange chair of the Animus. He can't help the resentment he feels toward the apparatus. Sure, they might be able to save the world with it, but that damn thing has become the bane of his existence.
"No no, you're right! Let's all just screw around while the world falls into pieces!" Desmond can't help but wince at that: he deserves it after the prank he played on Shaun the night before. Still, he hates it when Lucy uses that tone with him, especially when he knows she's right but he's too pigheaded to admit it. His tone softens, but barely: he's still riled up and tensed and sometimes he feels like no one really understands what he's going through. Though part of him wishes they would never know either.
"Hey, this isn't easy you know!"
The headaches, the nightmares, the pity looks he gets when he walks out of his room, the uncomfortable laughs when he jokes about his sanity? All of it only adds weight to the imprisonment. Sure, this time he's with allies, but the 'not getting out of the building part' is still the same. Desmond can't even remember what daylight looks like anymore. Well, real daylight anyway.
"Yeah, like we're all on vacation out here?" The bartender knows Rebecca has a point here, but before he can even point out that she's not the one having her brain slowly fried up, Lucy cuts him off:
"Enough! Look...Everyone's under a lot of pressure, but we're the only ones who can stop Abstergo. So we need to keep it together."
"She's right, we need to be a hive mind, people." He catches Lucy's glare at him, as clear as her blue eyes, and though his tone is sarcastic, he's actually honest.
For the first time since the argument broke out, Shaun actually gets his fat ass off his chair and walks in to join the conversation:
"Anyone up for some reconciliatory yoga? Anyone?" It's the breaking point for Desmond: the tone is mocking, as usual, and the novice doesn't find it very funny. Nor does Lucy and she voices it out as she shoots the historian a killer glare: "Very funny guys!"
Turning his heels around, Desmond makes his way to up to the villa, but not before grumbling out a: "Fuck off, Shaun." But before he gets to the top of the stairs, the scene dissolves into blocks again: white light blinds the novice as he feels the normal pull out of the end of a session in the Animus.
[The video feed starts as Desmond wakes up and all it shows is the ceiling. For once, the Dreamberry was left the night before on his dresser instead of the night table and there's the sound of fabric shifting as Desmond gets up to pick up the inevitable calls that will come after this. But all the feed catches is a pain-filled gasp right before a loud thud sound. For a long, long moment, only silence feels the feed and finally the sounds of someone moving is heard, along another pain-filled moan and then a soft 'Fuuuck'. A hand covers the screen of the Dreamberry and shuts the recording off.]