[Instead of doing a lot of panicking and frantic button mashing, Lucy took the time to consider her options when she woke up somewhere unfamiliar and she's been poking around the Dreamberry to uncover whatever she can information wise on this place, sitting down on a flight of non-descript grey stairs.*
She's tense; obvious in the line of her jaw,
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Deep breath in, hold it for five seconds and a long exhale and she smiles again. At least he's learning more than just assassin skills if he knows what she means by the puzzles to locate her.]
I just got here and you were right there with me last time I checked. But I don't want to talk about that here, not until I have the time to make a stronger encryption.
[She disappears from the screen for a second or two, double checking where she is.]
It's in industrial district, by some abandoned warehouses. You need to fill me in on everything you can.
[After a beat, she sighs and gives another smile.]
Be careful.
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Her first reaction has him frown: he's been in this world long enough for her to be worried about him. At least a hell lot more than what Lucy is showing at the moment. And then conversations with his ancestors come back to mind and he tilts his head slightly, mumbling to himself, though the blond might pick it up.]
Huh, so they were right...[....Not that he will ever admit it out loud to his great grand-pas. Time does stop in their world. Or so Desmond assumes for the moment.
The young man nods]
I think I know where you are. It shouldn't take me long to get to you. [There's the muffled sound of clothes as Desmond puts his Dreamberry in his pocket long enough to hoist himself up from the top of the railing on his balcony to the next one. It takes a few moments for him to reach the roof, where he takes out his phone again.]Yeah I will, Lucy ( ... )
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Who was right Desmond?
[Because for her, when she woke up here it had seemed like a moment ago that she and Desmond had been racing through the sewers beneath Monteriggioni, laughing and talking and actually not obsessing over the end of the world so much. She'd been actually doing the other part of her Assassin life - the part Desmond got to relive constantly and she'd been enjoying herself the entire time.
But there's not much she wants to do or say until Desmond gets here and they find somewhere safe to talk. She doesn't like taking these risks]
Desmond, you're scaring me just...just get here and we'll talk and I'll promise to listen to whatever it is you have to say.
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