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[mansionstaff]

Who: YOU
What: SNOW
When: DECEMBER 6th
Where: EVERYWHERE
WHAT: SNOW (BONUS TREE DECORATING)

As a quiet Friday dawned on the school's campus, one could perhaps...feel it in the air. A creeping chill, a silent, barely-detectable indication that yes. Tonight would be the night.



By Saturday morning, the entire academy would be covered in snow.

BUT WAIT



That wasn't all--a large pine tree had made an appearance on the main quad, in desperate need of decoration.

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takes ur cane

[wassa_matta_you]

"Yeah..." God, it was all still surreal. Realizing he was staring, he added, "So do you." For a 200-something year old dead guy.

That awkward but somewhat expected greeting aside, to the point. "Glad I finally found you. You're just the guy I was coming to see."

bitch i'm too fit for a cane

[mohawk_tomahawk]

But he's alive...else he would be eating your brain or something. Seeing Desmond was odd but...not unpleasant. He was beginning to feel lost in terms of the Assassins and Templars. This was not their world, nothing mattered here...and as used to the world he was trying to be, there was that infinite feeling of being lost just because he was simply plucked from his world. But many people felt like this, he was sure.

He cocked a brow at Desmond, now feeling like their awkward feelings can turn into awkward questions.

Especially since he learned that he was looking for him specifically.

"You were coming to see me?" He questioned. "You had left, were you called away?"

POLE DANCER

[wassa_matta_you]

He laughed nervously. "Not exactly."

Desmond pressed his fingers into his jean pockets and looked up toward the school. "I just needed time to think about all of this." He freed a hand to present the entire school. Their situation. This change in his world. "But I'm done thinking. That's why I'm here." Desmond stepped in a little closer, solidifying his resolve to be forward with Connor. He was going to do this - without fear. "We need to talk."

[mohawk_tomahawk]

A talk. Connor looked at him straight in his eyes. What on earth could he mean by this? What was going on? Connor was possibly more confused than he was a few minutes ago.

Trust me when I say, that means he is very confused.

This all looked important. Something they probably needed to...prepare oneself for. For whatever business. Because this seemed like it was very serious stuff. Call it intuition.

But he could not leave his mother waiting either...

...This was better left for inside. He riffled through his robes to get out a set of keys.

"Here, this is to my quarters. You can wait for me there. I will return."

[wassa_matta_you]

'Quarters?' Desmond was grinning at the word as he reflexively held out his hand to accept the keys. His smile wavered when he realized what Connor was suggesting.

" - Wait. Did I catch you at a bad time?" He was ready to talk now, man.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Yes.



But.


No.

Yes but no. Yes and no.

Uh.

"I was heading to the woods to hunt with my-," Connor paused then he figured. He must know, should he? Who his mother was as well as his father, if their lineage is passed through to modern Assassins. Fine, you know what, we can bust through the cylinders.

"-my mother. I will tell her you are here."

Oh.

[wassa_matta_you]

"Your mother?"

That's right. Ziio was here. Desmond thought he had seen a ghost in the library when he found her sifting through the books, but much as he had learned between Haytham and then Connor, no one was a ghost any longer.

So he did know about her... Good for him. He clutched Connor's keys.

Cue another nervous laugh as if he had to cough it out. He was here to get everything out in the open, so -

"We might have met," Desmond admitted, hoping Connor wouldn't misunderstand. "But yeah, you might want to tell her who I am. She didn't seem too happy to see me." He couldn't really tell with Ziio, to be honest. She was the only real mystery as far as a personality went.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

"You are an Assassin like myself, I think she should know."

You know, like. The son needed to be more open with the mother and with everyone else apparently. He had some time to think about it at least.

Some time. Like three minutes.

Then something unprompted could TOTALLY happen later, that would be cool too.

"My room does not have much, but...feel free to make yourself at home."

And by "not much" he means, "barely much". Eirika's painting on the wall, some ornaments from animals that were made...uh, a bed. A couch. A kitchen that was never used. Shower equally unused.

[wassa_matta_you]

He might notice that shower is going unused. SHOOTS HIM WITH COLOGNE AND RUNS

"Thanks," he said, a definite gratefulness yet disappointment saturating that single word. It was just bad timing. He'd be able to talk to him later. Truth be told, they met under such unusual circumstances that Desmond hadn't had a chance to really sit down and talk. But if he could stay in Connor's room for even a little while, they might finally get an opportunity to communicate through their own words and not visions of a disconnected past. Through their own means and not that of a raging goddess.

He looked toward the woods, assuming Connor was headed in that direction.

"Better not keep her waiting. If there's one thing I got from meeting her, it's that I don't want to be on the receiving end of whatever she can dish out." Desmond knew some more beyond that, of course, but that's for the that later discussion.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

No we're men and we bathe even in winter in the lakes.

"It will be fine," Connor reassured, though knowing very well his mother was not a woman to be kept waiting. If he wasn't meeting with another, mother especially, he would have just gone back. But it was opportune. Then they could hopefully be private to talk about whatever it was. But of course, some sort of paranoia will sink in.

Maybe he felt a little bad for pushing him away for later, but he must be cold.

"We will have plenty of time to discuss whatever it is...I promise."

Yeah okay, he felt a bit bad. No other Assassins here that he knew of.

[wassa_matta_you]

and stand under icy waterfalls while roaring at the sky

"Oh, yeah," Desmond replied, mildly surprised by Connor's words. Jeez, had he been that obvious that Connor had to reassure him? sorry dude "I'll see you later." No point in prolonging this meeting. At the very least he found him and was sure he had somewhere to go to see him again. In the end, that mattered more than getting to speak right that moment.

"Put in a good word for me, would ya?" He added as he started to turn away, not wanting round 2 of a terrible impression with the man's mother.