Sequence Five Ѽ Bleeding Effect 2 (character update)

[failssassin]

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).

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[video]

[curemoonlight]

[ Yuri watches the dream idly, but it's the falling and painful noises that catch her attention fully. ]

Are you alright?

[video]

[failssassin]

[The video feed starts back, Desmond is standing again, though he's leaning heavily against his dresser. Not that the young lady could see it]

Yeah. I just bumped my toe against the foot of the bed. Hurts like hell.

[Such a bad liar he is]

[video]

[curemoonlight]

[ It's okay. Yuri won't call him out on it. ]

Bad enough to fall out of your bed, then?

[ Just kidding, she will. And she's smile while she's doing it. ]

[video]

[failssassin]

[And he will forever be grateful for it! He smiles a little]

Maybe. I think I might even broke something.

[Video]

[livethecreed]

[Altaïr just stares for a moment before he manges he speaks, because of both the statue and Desmond's comment which he totally didn't undersand btw, but don't think that's letting you off the hook!

Ultimately it is Desmond's pained groan which spurs him to speak.]

Desmond! Are you injured?

[Video]

[failssassin]

[He groans again and it takes a few moments for him to remind himself that the familiar voice is real and not a figment of his imagination. When the feeds come back on, Desmond is frowning with a hand pinching the bridge of his nose.]

Not I'm fine. I just....have a bad hangover.

[It's not exactly true, but it's not exactly false either.]

[Video]

[livethecreed]

[The look he's giving you, clearly doesn't believe you. So tell grandpa the truth. And then explain the statue.]

[Video]

[failssassin]

[He shifts uncomfortably under that look. Then he clears his throat. Desmond doesn't want to explain the whole Bleeding Effect to his ancestor. He doesn't want him to know that he's slowly losing it after all.]

I get really bad headaches. And they are really bad when I get up in the morning.

['Please believe it, please believe it...']

[lastyears_model]

[ In all honesty, it's the image of Shaun Hastings that brings the journalist's curiosity into play at first whilst watching the sequence play out over her own Dreamberry like some strange form of television program. Her brow furrow into a deep frown, however, as it progresses.

Especially the moment the man seems to wake up. Concerned for the stranger, she thought it best to check if he was okay. If anything, he might need some help. Worry laces her tone as she speaks to him. ]

Hey- Hey, are you alright? Can you hear me?

[failssassin]

Yeah, I can hear you.

[Does the voice sound familiar? It might just! But the hand that covers the screen moves and the face of Desmond comes on. He looks a little shaken not that he will admit it, and there's a fresh gash on his left eyebrow. He obviously split his head when passing out.]

I just got out of bed too fast.

[Desmond raises his head to touch his forehead and hisses as he feels the wound there]

Ow...shit...

[lastyears_model]

Na- [ No no, stop that train of thought right there. The face doesn't match the voice, but wow are they similar sounding. It wouldn't have made much sense for the treasure hunter to be dreaming about some time with Shaun and the other people in there anyway. It wouldn't have made much sense at all, now that she thinks about it more clearly.

Shaking off the oddity of them sounding quite similar, she frowns at the cut over his eye, watching him get somewhat better situation now that he's not passed out on the floor. ]

You should probably get that looked at, [ Lifting her hand, she motions to just above her own eyebrow to demonstrate what she means. ] might need stitches.

[failssassin]

[He raises an eyebrow, confused for a moment. But then he connects the dots.]

You know Nathan?

[Yup, the two men met. Over having the same voice. He winces as the blond mentions stitches.]

That bad?

[Slowly, Desmond stands up and he reaches to click the lights on before he puts the Dreamberry back on his dresser, the angle of it revealing that he's not wearing much. He even leans over it as he takes a closer look at his reflection in the mirror. In the midst of his strange dream, the headache and the passing out, he might have forgotten the cute blond on the other end of this call]

....It's not that deep....

[Action]

[45defender]

[Chloe has yet to see his dream, as the thud and the gasp from the next room obviously catch her attention before anything else ever could. She darts up in her bed, throws the sheets off and despite her hardly appropriate bedroom attire (that being rather short shorts and a skimpy spaghetti strap) she makes her way into the next room.

Privacy thrown out the window, she turns the doorknob and enters none too quietly.]

Desmond? [She takes a few steps in, squinting in the darkness.] Are you all right? What happened?

[Action]

[failssassin]

[Of course, of course, Chloe has just heard the whole thing and now on top of everything else, she'll be able to tease him about passing out right after getting out of bed. Because there's no way in hell he's telling her the headache currently pounding in his head is the reason he fainted. He moves to sit up on the floor, leaning back against his bed. There's something warm trickling down the side of his face and even in the dark he can smell the iron and he knows he managed to split his head when he fell down.]

Yeah, I'm fine Chloe. I just tripped and fell down.

[It's a good thing it's dark and she can't see his eyes and know that he's lying.]

[Action]

[45defender]

[A rather dramatic sigh, before she moves to sit right next to him.]

You're a poor liar, you know.

[She should know, she's practically the queen of it. Though, the familiar scent of blood, while not strong, can still be detected even to her. Her eyes have now adjusted well enough to make out the outline and simple details of his face, and the stream of blood doesn't go unnoticed.

She places a finger under his chin and tilts his head forcibly toward her.]

... You're bleeding. [A statement. You better realize it, Desmond.]

[Action]

[failssassin]

[He's not exactly surprised to hear that from Chloe. He can lie just fine to hide his identity from the Templars, but when it comes to the people close to him, he sucks at it. He's not going to deny nor confirm what the treasure hunter just stated.

His hand reaches over to wipe some of the blood off his face before he's forced to look at Chloe. Despite the darkness, he offers her a small smile.]

It's nothing. I'm fine.

[Except for the splitting headache, but Desmond knows it's not because of the fall.]

[nolessthanseven]

[there's something not quite right about that dream. Especially after his past dreams. Isabelle frowns slightly when she calls him up, concerned for more than one reason.]

Des? Talk to me.

[failssassin]

[There's the muffle sound of fabric shifting as Desmond sits up on his floor. He keeps his thumb over the camera of the Dreamberry because he can feel warm blood trickling down his face. He split something when he fell down and he doesn't want Isabelle to worry for nothing.]

I'm fine, Izzy.

[Even if he's still partly shaken from his dream]

[nolessthanseven]

I heard a thud. That usually doesn't bode well. [the fact that he is hiding himself from her means she needs to worry.]

[failssassin]

[Grabbing his shirt at the foot of the bed, he presses it over his wound. How many has he ruined by now?]

It's dark, I hit my dresser while trying to get my Dreamberry.