smash_logs | [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.]]

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Eyes that pierced through Desmond, sharper than any blade he could wield, cutting through the fog for a brief glimpse of clarity: A name... But not just a label alone but a story he'd heard before - no, seen.

A story he lived.

Haytham's presence brewed the storm of memories; his voice thunder, fingers lightning. Desmond's brain was electrified, a single touch bringing him back to life. Back from the -

"You're supposed to be..." Dead. He was staring Haytham Kenway right in the face, which could mean one thing, and one thing only.

"You're not real," he murmured, his life within the walls of the Grand Temple quickly returning to him in a swift heartbeat. Observation showed that the bleeding effect's strength wasn't prevailing, the only man corrupting his reality standing right in front of him. "Pouring a glass of wine for a ghost." Desmond laughed at himself. "I'm not that lonely."

"Pardon? Are you feeling all right?" Haytham had been called a lot of things, but never a ghost. He wasn't sure if it was meant to be an insult or of the boy was just mad. Probably the later. He placed the bottle far to the side and regarded the bartender intently.

"I'm certain that if I were a ghost, I would have better places to haunt than a bar," he said, pinching his fingers around the stem of the overly-full wine glass and lifting it to take two gulps-- yes, swallowing instead of sipping.

The only issue with Desmond's conclusion was how the 'ghost' seemed to be addressing him. As in, directly.

A sweat trickled down the back of his neck, cold and wakening. He held his breath to the cease his heart, as if Haytham could hear it beating from where he stood. The shades of this bar were darker, torn from the flashing lights he knew of the club where he once worked. This definitely wasn't the same place. This wasn't where he belonged.

So that absence before wasn't just a detail he was missing - it was the entire world he stood upon as he knew it to be.

Desmond couldn't reserve the shock wave going through him. It was vibrating words from the pit of his stomach and all he could muster up from the mess was probably a terrible idea to say at all.

"Haytham Kenway..." Desmond swiped his palm down his face, stretching it to be sure it was still there as well. "is dead, Desmond." ~~Wow rude he's right here.~~

"...Do I know you?"

The wine was lowered slowly, placed aside as he eyed the young man with new suspicion. His fashion did not resemble anyone from Haytham's time. He is entirely unfamiliar. The only likely explanation he could think of was that he had already spoken to Connor here, though even though he knew sadly little about his own son, coming to a bar to complain about his father to the bartender did not seem like something he'd expect Connor to do.

In any case, something was off about this bartender. He looked unstable. Perhaps sick.

Though this reality that Haytham very well could be focusing on him was unfathomable, Desmond couldn't help but feel his skull beginning to crack under the pressure of that very man's eyes. His brain felt swollen by the confusion and even more so by that open-ended question.

Was it really possible that he was here? The bleeding effect could do some crazy things for Desmond's own person but to produce a physical body was certainly out of its capabilities.

It couldn't have been anything less... Haytham was here. He could only mutter it to himself.

"Alive. You're really alive..." Desmond took a quick step back to mime how taken aback he was by confirming to a living man that, yeah, he was certainly living at this very second.

Okay, Desmond, take it easy. Even if he is here, he doesn't have any clue that you were watching him in the Animus. He doesn't know who you are or what you were doing.

More importantly he has no clue you're an Assassin.

A key moment of realization that Desmond had to hold onto to keep his actions in check. Shake it off, he thought, and approach Haytham with some collection.

"No," Desmond spoke honestly. There was no lie to detect in that response, after all. He just had no idea how he was going to con his way out of all the other crap he just spouted at the senior Kenway. "I'm a bartender. I hear things." Yeah, good. GOOD. He's got this. ... Wait, no. That sounds bad. "Trivial things! Unimportant things. You know... Who drives what. How much he makes or steals. Why does he wear that funny hat (and Desmond pointed at it) everywhere. You know! Things?"

Oh how he tries.

[open] city log! Can I really be the hero?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-6WCqppQbs - You know all his problems would be solved if they did

And we all know that the Templars double as a boy band

With their latest hits, "I WILL have it that way" and "Thinking Of Eden (I Drive Myself Crazy)"

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Sorry for the wait. u3u and for Desmond.