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[open] city log! Can I really be the hero?
Who: YOU and YOU and maybe you
What: catch-all open log for all your drug vigilante needs
Where: Final Destination City
When: WHENEVER YOU WANT
Warnings: drugs and vigilanting, at the very least
helpful links: here.
Indeed, ever since that casual Monday outing turned tragic, civil unrest and tensions have been high again in FDC, and worse yet; fingers are starting to be pointed in Smash Academy's direction. After long since flying under the radar of this whole mess, no attacks have happened on the school yet, but who's to say how long that will last?
The city is tumultuous. It's not impossible to still have a completely incident-less outing, but it would be wise to not go out and about with your Smash Academy uniforms on for all to see. Not unless you like fearful whispers and hissing insults behind your back. Even a simple trip to the grocery store could prove dangerous if you aren't careful.
Maybe you're a little more creative however, and are able to purposefully mask features that might otherwise identify you, or you sneak around in the dead of night using the shadows as your cover...
Humans now tend to segregate themselves with other humans, "freaks" tend to ostracize anyone not of their kin, and all this negativity intensifies rapidly if those colorful candy pops are present. Crime and riots are now common than occasional. The FDC Police manages most of the affairs but they can't prevent everything, and would probably appreciate a helping hand regardless if it's from a human or a "freak"... though thanks and courtesy may go one way or another depending on who/what you are.
Who knows, maybe you'll save someone's life and give them a better appreciation for the things you do instead of what you are...
[[As it says on the tin, HERE'S AN OPEN LOG, GO NUTS. Get together with some of your buddies and go play masked vigilante against a group of drug thugs bullying someone who doesn't deserve it (or maybe they do, for all you know). Save someone from a burning building set on fire by some angry social justice warrior animals. Escort someone to the grocery store. Break into the sheriff's office and demand your own brand of justice. Maybe you simply want to get a drink at the bar without incident.
Please feel free to NPC your bad guys/mooks/innocent civilians, or go snag Kat or one of the other lovely lady mods if you have any questions.
ONE RULE: you must use anime thread titles. That's all.
Edit: I lied. Rule 2: tag yourselves in.]]
What: catch-all open log for all your drug vigilante needs
Where: Final Destination City
When: WHENEVER YOU WANT
Warnings: drugs and vigilanting, at the very least
helpful links: here.
Indeed, ever since that casual Monday outing turned tragic, civil unrest and tensions have been high again in FDC, and worse yet; fingers are starting to be pointed in Smash Academy's direction. After long since flying under the radar of this whole mess, no attacks have happened on the school yet, but who's to say how long that will last?
The city is tumultuous. It's not impossible to still have a completely incident-less outing, but it would be wise to not go out and about with your Smash Academy uniforms on for all to see. Not unless you like fearful whispers and hissing insults behind your back. Even a simple trip to the grocery store could prove dangerous if you aren't careful.
Maybe you're a little more creative however, and are able to purposefully mask features that might otherwise identify you, or you sneak around in the dead of night using the shadows as your cover...
Humans now tend to segregate themselves with other humans, "freaks" tend to ostracize anyone not of their kin, and all this negativity intensifies rapidly if those colorful candy pops are present. Crime and riots are now common than occasional. The FDC Police manages most of the affairs but they can't prevent everything, and would probably appreciate a helping hand regardless if it's from a human or a "freak"... though thanks and courtesy may go one way or another depending on who/what you are.
Who knows, maybe you'll save someone's life and give them a better appreciation for the things you do instead of what you are...
[[As it says on the tin, HERE'S AN OPEN LOG, GO NUTS. Get together with some of your buddies and go play masked vigilante against a group of drug thugs bullying someone who doesn't deserve it (or maybe they do, for all you know). Save someone from a burning building set on fire by some angry social justice warrior animals. Escort someone to the grocery store. Break into the sheriff's office and demand your own brand of justice. Maybe you simply want to get a drink at the bar without incident.
Please feel free to NPC your bad guys/mooks/innocent civilians, or go snag Kat or one of the other lovely lady mods if you have any questions.
ONE RULE: you must use anime thread titles. That's all.
Edit: I lied. Rule 2: tag yourselves in.]]
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Connor dropped everything. This was now serious. He had never seen this man in his entire life, he was sure of it. You'd remember some guy with a scar on his lip.
And to react in such a way.
Connor leaned in closer to the bartender, eyes filled with confusion and seriousness at the same time. He wanted answers, and NOW. He whispered in case any ears and eyes were on his tail. But he was stern.
"Who are you? How do you know of me?"
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"Guess it's doing a half-assed job of making me feel crazy today," he muttered to himself. Sorry, Connor. The line's busy.
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Just so you know, Connor could plainly see you. He wanted to talk to you. Because sir, you were acting so strange. Almost like the nonsensical people hopped up on those pops...
...Color Connor curious. You brought this on yourself for making zero sense to him.
He leaned in even closer. He had enough of this bullshit and madhouse of people acting loopy.
"I have had enough of this game playing," Connor tried to simply sternly say. "Have you come into possession of the drugs?"
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Woah, HOLD UP. Drugs?
Congratulations, hallucination. You have his attention. Come to think of it, this Connor also had quite the fleshed out figure. This wasn't typical to how Desmond would see things. Usually his dreams were vivid, rich with detail, but in the overlap of history and present, they moved like ghosts, their voices faint in passing.
Once, Desmond had reached out for his ancestor. Ezio Auditore. He stood before him, ran his fingers through an emptiness of a man once whole.
And Desmond, very slowly did the same toward Connor here. He reached out carefully, uncertainty brushed along thick brows. He was empty like the others. Ratonhnhaké:ton would be a ghost, too. He had to be.
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He did not like this.
When Desmond went out to reach him, Connor simply stared at it and recoiled backward.
After a moment of looking like it was awkward, it just got him mad. He glared at Desmond's hand and resisted the urge to smack it with his hand.
This was too weird. But he was unsure if it was threatening. Or just...weird.
He was going to be mad though. He was done before, and now, he was 100% DONE.
"What are you doing?" Connor asked. "Have you lost it? I told you, I have no time for this."
it's about to get real
fo realz yo
Unbelievably. Frustrating.
You were crazy, dude. Very crazy. You were on those drugs, he was sure of it. Connor only expressed his feelings by raising his voice just a bit and not letting go of his glare.
"What are you going on about now?" Connor stated, exasperated. "I can see you, as well as I hope you can see me or any other patron at this bar!"
It was official, he thought you were not well. YOU WERE NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD.
You've gone mad JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
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"No," he started firmly, denying his hallucination's right to exist. He isn't having it. Once he accepted they were real, then he's really lost his damned mind.
Not that it was ever going to get much better. He could control most of it, but this...
Still. How could this be happening? How could Connor see him? It was forever a one-way mirror into the past and that changed very abruptly.
This still begged a very important question, though: "This bar... Where am I?"
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....
"Are you not the bartender?"
This was real life.
He gave up on finding head or tails of this. Why are you behind this bar?
"I think you need to see a doctor immediately. You are not well."
1/2
He remembered the fire that pierced his body and burned like no other. It consumed more than just his insides, melting away at flesh and bones, liquefying his existence, scorching his mind. It consumed his very spirit, a fire born to save the world with his demise.
It was painful but Desmond remembered it all too clearly. Eyes fell to the hand that he felt begin to char and crisp, but it and the watch above it remained intact. Fleshed out and functional. Flickers of what was, as if that memory had been one in the Animus, faded instantly. It had happened.
He had... died.
Which means...
2/2
yeah that's what that means.no subject
"Who ARE you? What concerns me is how you know my name."
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Well, doesn't hurt to give him a name. "Uh, right! I'm Desmond. And - " With a pointed finger - "I'm not crazy. I know you but I don't think you'd believe me if I told you how."
There. Hopefully that would settle him down a bit. He'd seen Connor kill tens of men in mere moments. He wasn't about to aim to piss this guy off and go and get himself killed again. (What even happened after death if you died again?) All things considered, Desmond had about a thousand questions of his own, but he wasn't nearly as annoyed as grandpa here.
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Maybe he was marginally calmer. Maybe. But you needed to stop beating around the bush. Connor sat in his chair comfortably. Nnnnoooot going anywhere. He can wait allllllll day.
"If you want me to believe that then you must give me some information. To my knowledge, I do not know anyone by the name 'Desmond'. That name is hard to forget."
p.s. this thread makes me happy
Figuring he'd already gone this far, it didn't hurt to spew his birth name. Desmond leaned against the counter to keep his voice down, staring at the slick brown top with little thought for how clean he had kept it. The light reflected dimly as a suitable distraction from looking at the man he was regarding right in the face. It wasn't as weird as it could've been but nevertheless...
"Well... What if I told you I'm from your future? Like waaaay into the future?" Let's start this slow because jesus christ, this was gonna take a minute.
I am glad our derps have that effect on you
This guy knew it. Just...WHO WAS THIS GUY??? Finally, Connor widened his eyes. You did it, you broke him just a little. He cracked. Only his people called him by that name. Achilles heard it, but decided it was too hard so he then had adopted his son's.
Okay no, time to get himself to together. And try to absorb what he just learned.
"I suppose you would call this place the future in comparison to my time."
He already knew that part, in other words. Future didn't shock him anymore. Just confused him. So okay.
"So you are...from MY future?"
C':
It was at a point that Desmond wasn't entirely sure what was safe to tell him. Connor was here (wherever here was) and that was already an issue in regards to time. He'd seen movies, read some books and comics. You don't fuck with time.
Heck, in the Animus, it would cause desynchronization to stray from how history had run its course, but this wasn't the Animus. Not that he was aware of. Not unless Rebecca and Shaun were playing a sick joke on him. He didn't hear his father barking at them about getting back on track.
It was right then that Desmond felt a softness in his heart to realize he had just been patching things up with his father before shit went down. However it came and went, more important matters at hand. He had this ancient father to deal with.
"I'm from the year 2012," Desmond edged closer to where he was going with this. "I'm an assassin, like you."
... That came easier to say than he thought. Than it ever had before.
8'D
He sat for a second as if trying to let this soak.
An Assassin. Here.
He thought he was the only one. One from this time. Well 2012...this was 2013, just months.
He just took a hand and placed it on the bridge of his nose for now. Dead silence.
A flood of questions brewed inside, he had no idea what to ask first.
Re: 8'D
At least Desmond was where he chronologically belonged, even if the location was a mystery.
At least... he assumed he was. The looks of the world seemed no more or less different than what he knew.
In any case, he certainly hoped he hadn't just broken the brain of his ancestor. Speaking of which, he wondered if it would even be safe to reveal exactly how he was related to Connor in the first place. Maaaybe a little slower than that would be worth the effort.
"And..." C'mon, Desmond... "I know a guy who happens to think he knows everything there is to know." And can be a real dick about that sometimes. "I wouldn't say all that but he definitely has his history in order. That's why I know who you are."
He wasn't really lying, at any rate, right?
8''''''''''D
Dumb. Though Connor got it that that is what the guy acts like and shown no outer feelings on that.
He could perhaps sympathize with that, being around people who act like they know everything.
Now something then came up and started eating at him. History? Connor made history? Oh, he was sure no one was ever going to mention him. He didn't want it either...
"...Are there others like us? Who know of us?"
He seemed now he was overly curious.
no take the hood off bb you'll sparkle in the bar lights
Despite the response lingering at the tip of Desmond's tongue, he was caught up in observing the man before him and without reservations, he offered a genuine smile. Desmond hadn't forgotten what Connor had gone through and as to what he could be feeling within this moment. That history hadn't left him or what he had done behind. It made Desmond want to tell him everything. Tell him he understood him on a level no one else might have in this world.
Desmond wasn't a man of a thousand eloquent words, however. All he had was his eased posture to tell Connor he trusted him. He did. He could. He knew who this man was and what he truly believed. It was what drove the final nail into his own destiny.
"Yeah," Desmond finally offered. "Yeah, there are."
/blushes all in this thread
This Desmond. He would understand probably more than Connor would ever think at first. If he knew of HIM, how much did he actually know? To this day, do the Assassins still fight the long fight? Against the Templars as well?
What about Desmond himself? How did he come into the Brotherhood? Who else could he mean? Connor had heard that, to this day, America was still independent and free. He'd wondered how much the land had changed...
Again, so many questions.
To see Desmond smile eased Connor up completely. It finally did sink in that it was nice to see someone from his world that wasn't a Templar.
"I...do not know what to say," Connor said, "I have so many more questions and yet..."
ME TOO jfc /BLUSHCAT
Grabbing two beers as close to a pale ale as he could find (this bar - wherever it was - had an unusual variety readily available, which seemed strange to Desmond and only further convinced him he was dead) and broke them both open with a quick snap against the counter. The caps popped right off and left them with two drinks waiting to be had. Who needed bottle openers? Please. He was a trained Assassin, son, accuracy was his game.
... But no, really, thank god he didn't break those necks. That would've been hella embarrassing.
Desmond slid the water-kissed umber bottle on a coaster toward his newfound companion with a healthy serving of a cool grin.
"You and me both. Let me ask you one, though." A fairly important one, considering Connor was almost 250 years older than he was but they occupied the same room, healthy as oxen. "Where are we? How are you here?" A beat. "Okay, that was two, but you were grilling me earlier."
/melts
Connor tried to motion with his hands that the drink wasn't necessary. He didn't come here for a drink after all. But too late, the ale was placed next to him. Or...was it ale? It was in an odd looking bottle.
A Buttwieser?
That was okay, he could look appreciative of it and not really drink it. It was nice of him after all. And besides, Connor could admit he was a bit rude before. Asking questions or not, it wasn't really necessary. The man in front of him was an Assassin; whatever could've went through Connor's mind before he knew that fact would have him be mistaken.
"...You are right, and I am sorry for that," Connor said as he motioned the beer closer, just to acknowledge that Desmond's gesture didn't go unnoticed.
"I assume this means you have just arrived? This place is called Final Destination City. I had came on accident just shy of two months ago. I was then told to stay at this place called Smash Academy. I am sure you have heard of it; it is a...prestigious school here."
Yeah those were the words.
FOREVER LATER.... Sorry ;3;
The name of the city, though? That name? "Final Destination... City?" Wow. For assuming he was dead and all... "That sure, uh, sounds pretty final." Maybe he wasn't as far from the truth as he speculated.
Just as he bordered asking Connor if this bar was called the Styx, he paused on the name of the school. A school? In the afterlife?
"Can't say I've ever heard of the place, to be honest," Desmond pondered aloud. No matter how many times he mentally repeated the name of the school in his brain, he came up empty. "Still, hard to believe you just went on a walk and took a turn at the wrong tree and wound up in the future." Would it be wise to suggest that they were likely just both, y'know, dead?
It was then Desmond glanced toward the door again. Gruff voices buried by aggression, laid on thick enough to make Desmond's heart skip a cautious beat. He kept his eyes on it, trying to grasp what he was hearing outside. Were they someone either Assassin needed to worry about? So much for resting in peace.
"Is something going on out there?" He asked, changing the subject to possibly more pressing matters.
I would wait forever
ouo HUHUHUHU
OvO
TY FOR WAITING OAO