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Desmond Miles ❖ 014

Oct 05, 2011 23:03

Who: failssassin and somarium
Where: Desmond's new club, 'L'Horizon'
Style: Starts in third, but I'll follow anyone's choice
Status: OPEN!!! (I am looking for new CR for Desmond, please come bother the derp?)

It should have been a night like any other at the club, reopened now for a few weeks despite Desmond not throwing a big opening party. Just like the reconstruction ( Read more... )

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livethecreed October 7 2011, 05:13:52 UTC

Altaïr had heard that the Club would be opening today and so decided to stop in and see how he was doing. He knew that Desmond had been looking forward to this and was curious about what exactly a club was.

Immediately upon entry he spotted Desmond behind the bar and moved towards the novice. He leaned against the bar in a darker corner and waited for Desmond to have a moment to notice him.

failssassin October 8 2011, 04:31:22 UTC

Despite the Assassin not trying to conceal his presence, it took a few moments for Desmond to notice his ancestor. As soon as he could, he walked back to Altaïr, now seeing how people seemed to shy away from the man subtly, as if despite the Syrian wearing a more simplified version of his Assassin's robes, including a few weapons less, they could sense he wasn't someone to be bothered. The novice couldn't help but to roll his eyes at the hood over the man's head:

"You do realize that a hood here is pretty much a dead give away of who you are, right?" He gestured to the rest of the patrons around the club: all of them were dressed in rather classy clothes. "Take it down, Altaïr. If people ask questions, you can always say we're brothers. Or twins." Unless of course the Master Assassin wasn't ready to call the novice 'family'.

livethecreed October 11 2011, 04:50:47 UTC

Altair hesitated for a moment before pulling the hood off completely. Without it his attire blended better with the slacks and shirts the others were wearing, but he was not used having his face exposed. The Templars knew his face and would not hesitate to attack, and he suspected the police of this world would do the same.

His grip tightened on the hood before he handed it across the bar to Desmond. "That explanation will suit. Most will believe it before we confirm no doubt." He had no qualms about claiming the novice as family. He had proven himself to be smart and capable, and though he needed more training he had the majority of the basics down.

A look behind the bar confirmed the presence of bottle identical to the ones he had consumed with Desmond only days after his arrival and he felt his stomach roll in protest.

failssassin October 13 2011, 04:21:28 UTC

If the police force was suspecting and attacking people on their face, Desmond would have been in jail a long time ago for looking like Altaïr. The fact that he wasn't had the novice thinking that the authorities here recognized the Assassin from his white robes and not from his face. Which meant that he was safer in public with his hood down, as much as it felt weird for the Syrian to show his face to the world.

Desmond took the cowl with a nod and hid it underneath the counter. It was somewhat comforting to know that the Master Assassin didn't mind to be thought of the dame blood from him. It seemed that at least one his ancestors had somewhat accepted him.

The look Altaïr the bottles on the shelves made his descendant smirk lightly. It was really to easy to taunt the other man: "Do you want something to drink?" So saying, Desmond raised his pint of beer to indicate what he meant.

livethecreed October 15 2011, 22:06:50 UTC

Don't think that he didn't catch the taunt in that question. In fact, if the glare he directed towards Desmond was any indication, he was willing to fight back, even though that had been an embarrassing experience.

"I will take that." He nodded his head towards the pitcher in Desmond's hands, hoping that if would not be stronger than the brew they drank before. He knew that even if it was disgusting he would have to keep a straight face to win this little battle.

failssassin October 22 2011, 21:37:53 UTC

If there was a battle the Master Assassin had little chances to win against Desmond, it certainly was a drinking battle. But the novice knew the man wouldn't turn down a challenge, and all honesty, the Syrian had been particularly amusing the last they drank together.

He nodded and went to the beer tap to poor a pint of blond: the brew a lot more weaker than the brown beer he was drinking. Better ease his ancestor into the beer drinking after all.

"Here. That comes from the fermentation of malt and wheat. I thought Muslims were not allowed to drink though?" Desmond had always assumed Altaïr followed the Quran despite his lack of faith in a higher power.

livethecreed October 25 2011, 04:08:59 UTC

Altaïr sipped from the glass before he responded, trying to decide how to answer.

"I am not Muslim. I do recognize some of the teachings, but I am not a follower of the religion." He took a longer drink before setting the glass down and continuing. "Plus, I believe my 'job' means I am not suitable for the Islamic community." You know, that whole 'do not kill' thing kinda doesn't work for him.

failssassin October 31 2011, 04:26:15 UTC

Desmond nodded at the Syrian's explanation, and then shrugged lightly as the Assassin brought up the nature of their 'jobs'. "Ezio was...is a Christian. Not that I think he ever followed the Bible's preachings, to be honest." Because that man had sinned more than enough before even reluctantly joining the Brotherhood.

The novice nodded towards the pint in Altaïr's hand. "So? What do you think? a lot less weaker than whiskey, isn't it?"

livethecreed November 1 2011, 22:03:43 UTC

Desmond, please don't get him started on the whole Christian thing. The Crusades it and of themselves say just so much about them. At least in his mind. "Ezio is free to make his own decision when it comes to this." Which was all he was willing to say on the matter.

"I like this. It is does not seem like it is burning as you drink it." That actually had freaked him out a bit to be honest. Cool liquids should not burn!

failssassin November 9 2011, 17:55:13 UTC

Desmond nodded at the Syrian's opinion of Ezio's religious choice, and as he thought about the Church back in Renaissance Italy, he was reminded of something. For a moment wondered if he should tell his ancestor about the Italian associating with a Templar, even though this Cesare wasn't a member of the Order in his world. True, he couldn't tell Altaïr right here right now about it, but perhaps the Masyaf Master should know about this.

The Assassin's comment broke his train of thought and Desmond focused back on him, his lips curling into a smug smirk: "That's because the percentage of alcohol in it is a lot lower than in the whiskey." You're such a wuss Altaïr.

livethecreed November 12 2011, 19:47:46 UTC

"That would account for it." And really Desmond, it's not like he really had access to alcohol, especially alcohol with that potency. Plus it impairs your logic and reflexes, something bad for an Assassin.

"This is what you do in your time?"

failssassin November 19 2011, 04:00:55 UTC

True, and it's really too bad. Drunk Altaïr was a very entertaining Altaïr.

Desmond nodded: "Yeah. Before I got kidnapped by the Templars, I was working at a club called 'Bad Weather' in New York City. It was nice."

In truth, it was an easy life: no training, no speeches about the end of the world, no thoughts of the Evil Templars and the Good Assassins. It was a normal life, something he had long for the moment he walked out of the Farm.

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