drabble -o6
[Today they used David Bowie's song as the title to their question XD I like that]
Fandom: Inception/Assassin's Creed
Rating: PG
Characters: Altair, Ezio, Lorenzo
Summary: Series of character drabbles, using the concept of the film Inception.
i. the extractor
He hated water. Hated the feeling of the high pressure pushing in from all around him, restricting his movement and forcing out the air from his lungs. Much less being shoved into it just so he could "wake up" from that second-level dream-
Well, it had been a major scew-up.
Altair spluttered, franctically grabbing onto the side of the tub and clambering right out like a cat, but not before snarling at the architect, who knew to step a good distance away.
In his mind, he still saw, that woman shooting his friend right before his eyes, taunting him, her presence as deeply embedded into his mind as the guilt that seemed to consume his heart.
The mission had been a failure - why must she always appear at such crucial times? Altair gently bit his lip before standing up properly, his facial expression stern as he looked over to his point man, who was massaging at what should have been the wounds from the previous level, his face lightly wincing - although it was most likely more so due to fresh memory of how the pain felt so real.
ii. the point man
Ezio quickly pinned the waking target down, throwing him onto the chair once he was completely disarmed (not without a brief word an apology, however), although he could still feel the lingering pain in his side.
Well, it was not exactly everyday you get shot by pretty, long-dead, subconsciously-projected wives. He had the tact not to say that aloud, however.
"Stai bene?"
"How about I drown you just to wake you up, every morning?"
"Threats, now? You're pretty fine, then," Ezio remarked in a rather casual manner, before nodding to signal that they should get a move on and kept watch on the growing riots on the streets. It had been a while since he decided to work with Altair - wanting to prove for himself, that he too, could be responsible, could play his part as a member of the Order.
iii. the tourist
"How did you find this place?"
"There is so little that you can hide from a certain associate of yours and an obviously displeased wife-"
Lorenzo's lips thinned. Did Giovanni realise just what he had let Ezio into? Either way, they had failed the audition that he had put them to. Although it had turned out to be a failure (he had to admit, they were rather close at least), Lorenzo was determined not to barge from his decision with these particular two easily - if not them, he had little choice left if he should want to keep Firenze up - even if he wanted to try to avoid bringing harm to Giovanni's children- and prevent the Borgia from becoming a superpower. If what Giovanni had said was true then the Borgia would be a common enemy - Rodrigo was sickly, there was little he could do for his company soon, and Cesare had to take over. But if the situation went on as such, the Medici would lose their hold on Italy.
Later, he found himself pressed against the carpet. Flawed. Their team was still flawed, and if anything it should be because of that architect they had.
"A line of polyester. Which means that I am not in my private apartment."
Lorenzo's lips curled up slightly.
"A dream within a dream. I am impressed."
He could tell that they were losing time, from the way they were hurrying and trying to force an answer out of him. If his sources were true, there was a way to get them interested in what was to be done.
Fandom: Inception/Assassin's Creed
Rating: PG
Characters: Altair, Ezio, Lorenzo
Summary: Series of character drabbles, using the concept of the film Inception.
i. the extractor
He hated water. Hated the feeling of the high pressure pushing in from all around him, restricting his movement and forcing out the air from his lungs. Much less being shoved into it just so he could "wake up" from that second-level dream-
Well, it had been a major scew-up.
Altair spluttered, franctically grabbing onto the side of the tub and clambering right out like a cat, but not before snarling at the architect, who knew to step a good distance away.
In his mind, he still saw, that woman shooting his friend right before his eyes, taunting him, her presence as deeply embedded into his mind as the guilt that seemed to consume his heart.
The mission had been a failure - why must she always appear at such crucial times? Altair gently bit his lip before standing up properly, his facial expression stern as he looked over to his point man, who was massaging at what should have been the wounds from the previous level, his face lightly wincing - although it was most likely more so due to fresh memory of how the pain felt so real.
ii. the point man
Ezio quickly pinned the waking target down, throwing him onto the chair once he was completely disarmed (not without a brief word an apology, however), although he could still feel the lingering pain in his side.
Well, it was not exactly everyday you get shot by pretty, long-dead, subconsciously-projected wives. He had the tact not to say that aloud, however.
"Stai bene?"
"How about I drown you just to wake you up, every morning?"
"Threats, now? You're pretty fine, then," Ezio remarked in a rather casual manner, before nodding to signal that they should get a move on and kept watch on the growing riots on the streets. It had been a while since he decided to work with Altair - wanting to prove for himself, that he too, could be responsible, could play his part as a member of the Order.
iii. the tourist
"How did you find this place?"
"There is so little that you can hide from a certain associate of yours and an obviously displeased wife-"
Lorenzo's lips thinned. Did Giovanni realise just what he had let Ezio into? Either way, they had failed the audition that he had put them to. Although it had turned out to be a failure (he had to admit, they were rather close at least), Lorenzo was determined not to barge from his decision with these particular two easily - if not them, he had little choice left if he should want to keep Firenze up - even if he wanted to try to avoid bringing harm to Giovanni's children- and prevent the Borgia from becoming a superpower. If what Giovanni had said was true then the Borgia would be a common enemy - Rodrigo was sickly, there was little he could do for his company soon, and Cesare had to take over. But if the situation went on as such, the Medici would lose their hold on Italy.
Later, he found himself pressed against the carpet. Flawed. Their team was still flawed, and if anything it should be because of that architect they had.
"A line of polyester. Which means that I am not in my private apartment."
Lorenzo's lips curled up slightly.
"A dream within a dream. I am impressed."
He could tell that they were losing time, from the way they were hurrying and trying to force an answer out of him. If his sources were true, there was a way to get them interested in what was to be done.