Desmond Miles

Sequence Six Ѽ Bleeding Effect 3 (character update)

failssassin — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 05:08:18 GMT

Warnings: Blood and legitimate Brotherhood game shattering spoilers. Yup, it’s time he knows.
Effects: Feelings of accomplishment quickly replaced by deep dread and sorrow. One hell of a giant headache after watching this dream
Notes: This is the scene I tried to condense is here. Also, this is a character's update dream, so Desmond will be updated to the end of the Brotherhood game (I'll put up more information on his profile meme in a bit).

[The video feed starts with a glitch, the screen jumbling until it shows the inside of Desmond's club. The owner's there, cleaning up the few tables left while whistling lightly. It's clear that he’s not aware of the Dreamberry broadcasting this. As he moves closer to the device to drop dirty glasses on the bartop, he gasps and visibly winces, barely managing to put down the glasses. One hand raises to his forehead and the young man keeps his eyes closed, though pain is written all over his face. He groans and leans against the counter, and the feed glitches again, this time a whole new world building blocks by blocks around Desmond, changing the bar to a dark, underground room.]

He's back in his world again, and Desmond knows this place. He's seen it in Ezio's memories, it's under the Coliseum in Rome, it's where the Italian Assassin has hidden the Apple after getting it back from Cesare. And there it is, in the center of the room, resting on a platform away from him and his team. He looks back at Lucy, smiling: "Let's find out where are those temples." And so saying, he drops to the lower platform to active the energy system that will let them get to the Apple platform.

As he jumps from a ledge to another, following the blue trail that leads to the right switch, he sees her again. The same ghostly apparition that's been following him ever since he entered the Assassin Lair. Desmond can't help but frown: he tries as much as he can to not listen to what she's telling him, but it’s hard and a few words hit home.

"When the world became undone, we tried to pass it through the blood, to join you to us. You see the blue shimmer, you hear the words. But you do not know. WE SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU AS YOU WERE!"

Desmond nearly loses his hold as the woman-like voice yells. Pulling himself on the ledge, he slows down his breathing, frowning. It's easy for him to make the connection that the 'apparition' is another trick from Those Who Came Before, just like Minerva was, in that temple underneath the Vatican. Trying as much as he could to push away the slight feeling of dread settling in his stomach, the novice pushes forward.

"It is hard to stay contained, knowing as we do. We wait for you, Desmond. You will come here. You will activate it. You will only know when it is too late."

It's the fact that the woman knows his name that unnerves him the most and this time, he needs to know he’s not the only one that heard this.

"Have you guys heard any of this?"

"Heard any of what, Desmond?"

As the Assassin joins his team back on the platform, he shakes his head, in his usual 'nevermind' fashion. Maybe he's having another Bleeding Effect episode? He turns around as stairs reveal themselves from the ground and there’s a brief feeling of relief that courses through him: "We did it."

By his side, Lucy sighs too, a small, carefully hopeful smile on her lips: "I can't believe we're finally here."

They all walk to the Piece of Eden, debating what's next to do, but the artifact chooses for them, and symbols start to be projected all over the walls and ceiling of the temple. In the back of his mind, Desmond can hear Shaun trying to decipher them, but the Apple fascinates him and he walks closer to it, unable to stop himself from reaching for it. It's then that time stops entirely, and that he realizes that this moment is the 'too late' moment Juno was speaking of instants ago.

"What's happening?!? I..I can't move!"

"Your DNA communes with the Apple. You have activate it."

"Let me go!"

"On the 72th day before the moment of awakening. You, birthed from our loins and the loins of our enemies, the end and the beginning, who we abhor and honor. The final journey commences."

The novice isn’t sure he totally understands what Juno means, but he keeps struggling against her hold, barely listening to more of her words, to her telling of him needing a 'she'. But the false Goddess forces him to turn around and the blade strapped at his left wrist is flicked off.

"No! What are you doing?"

She speaks of sacrifice, of scales needing to be balanced, but all Desmond can focus on is his feet moving towards Lucy despite himself. He panics, not wanting this to be true, not wanting this to end up like he thinks it will. But still, her influence is too much and he moves closer and closer to his team leader and he can already choke with fear.

"No! Please!"

He pleads, but deep down he knows it's not going to change anything. He's already close enough and his left arm pulls back and he wants to close his eyes and shut his mind down, but it's impossible.

"No!"

His protests are no use and the Hidden Blade is driven forward into Lucy's stomach. Despite being frozen in time, she looks up at him and Desmond gasps, wanting to move again so he will stop feeling her warm blood slipping through his fingers.

"It is done. The way lies all before you. Only she remains to be found. Awaken the sixth. ALONE!"

Something in his mind seems to break and the screen goes black as he falls down to the ground.

[The feed glitches again and it shows the inside of 'L’Horizon' once again. Though this time, Desmond is holding his head with two hands.]

No...Lucy...

[This is too much for his mind even in this world and as he tries to take a step forward, he collapses to the ground, the sound of chairs scrapping the floor and clattering fills the club as he does so. In his fall, he's managed to bring down his Dreamberry and the device rolls a few times before stopping on his comatose form on the floor. 30 seconds, a minute, 5 minutes pass and Desmond doesn't move. After a full 10 minutes of broadcast of his unmoving form, the Dreamberry shuts down by itself.]

Video post 004 Ѽ Invitations [Filtered FROM Isabelle Lightwood]

failssassin — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 22:16:09 GMT

[The feed starts with Desmond giving the screen a small smile. It's evident that he's not used to do this much.]

I'm pretty sure that Izzy made it known to everybody she knows, but just in case, for those who know Isabelle Lightwood, her 18th birthday is coming up next week. Since it's a pretty big milestone in someone's life, I was thinking about holding a surprise party for her at my club on the night of her birthday, November 7th. You're all invited, I'm sure she'll appreciate the gesture.

[Private to Jace]

Look, I know we're not on the same page you and me, but can you get all the people she knows from her world to come? And if you could bring her to the club that night, it'd make the surprise easier.

Video post 003 Ѽ For whom the bells toll [Accidental]

failssassin — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 04:56:12 GMT

[The video feed starts with the view of the inside of a hand, the whistling of the wind almost covering the sound of quick footsteps. The sound of feet against rooftop tiles changes to the creaking sound of wood as Desmond drops down from his path to the streets using crates by the building he's on top of. He lands into the dark alleyway with a crouch, the Dreamberry slipping from his hand enough to show his other hand flat against the concrete of the street. As he stands up, he feels something wet and sticky on his hand and he raises the Dreamberry, using the light of the screen to check what's on his hand, still unaware that his device is recording.]

What the fuck....

[His hand is covered with blood and the first thing he does is to light up the alleyway with the light stick he's always been carrying in his backpack. The sight is grim, even if it's not show on the network.]

O-oh....shit....

[Careful steps are taken and the Dreamberry catches the view of green hair matted with blood, but Desmond's apparent destination lies ahead. He kneels down beside what seems to be another body and he drops his Dreamberry as he breathes in nervously. It's obvious that he knows the other victim and the feed only shows him frowning as he leans forward. Desmond pushes the brown strands that hides the face of the woman laying in a pool of blood even though he's pretty sure of who this is. He gasps before he leans back, sitting on his heels as he closes his eyes, his jawline setting into a hard line.]

No....fuck....

[He stays there for an instant, as if frozen by the sight. But in truth, Desmond is calculating how deep in shit he is. As per usual, he's wearing his Hidden Blade and he's now covered with Tifa's blood. There's no way he's not going to be suspected now. Part of him just wants to flee the scene, but he knows the brunette deserves better than being abandoned in a dark alley. And so he draws in a long breath before his voice echoes between the brick walls around him]

HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP!

[OOC: Feel free to assume that more of Daniella's victims showed up on the feed and recognize them. Both video and action reaction are welcome!]

Sequence Five Ѽ Bleeding Effect 2 (character update)

failssassin — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 19:55:58 GMT

Warnings: Offensive language and subject matter (racism jokes)
Effects: None
Notes: This is the scene I tried to condense here. Also, this is a character's update dream, so Desmond will be updated to the end of Sequence Four of the Brotherhood game (I'll put up more information on his profile meme in a bit).

Desmond is in the white room again. The one he knows so well because it means he's back in the Animus and this time, his heart pounds like crazy because he knows he might be about to see a portion of his life back at home. Either that or a very bad nightmare again. Suddenly, he feels the pull in and a scene is constructed around him, block by block, until he finds himself back under the Villa on Monterriggioni. The Animus is at the center of the room, Lucy and Shaun at their respective desks, Rebecca leaning over the computer by the orange chair.

For once, the novice is not sitting in it, and he walks around the Sanctuary until he stops before the statue representing the first ancestor he met. He knows what he's about to say is stupid, he knows the joke is not really that good, but he's tired, his head hurts and he feels cranky from the disturbed sleep he's having ever night now. He knows he shouldn't say what's he about to say, but he still does.

"Hey, wassa matter you, Altaïr?" he asks the statue in a very badly reproduced Italian-American accent.

"HEY! That's racist!" Oops, looks like someone heard him and Desmond turns around and snaps back at Rebecca.

"You're a racist!" He already regrets his words: Becca doesn't deserve to be at the end of his frustrations. But tempers flare easily went cooped up like they all are and Desmond feels he's in worse position than them since he can't even get out in public. No late night at the pub for him and God knows how he envies Shaun and Becca for that night they spent outside the Villa.

"Really? That's what you guys are doing?" It comes without surprise that Lucy intervenes already. She's been doing a lot of that lately, but usually he bickers with Shaun, not with Rebecca. That he turns on the technician that easily is a clear sign of his exhaustion. They are closer than this, him and Becca. And while it shouldn't, it irks him even more that the blond picks up on it and tries to stop him before he says anything stupid. Which, of course, doesn't really work.

"Oh no, God forbids I take a break." his tone drips with sarcasm, despite that this is a partial lie. He's the one always pushing for longer sessions in the Animus, the one always pushing the limits of his body and mind. "I just spent the last three fucking weeks inside that machine" he says as he points out the orange chair of the Animus. He can't help the resentment he feels toward the apparatus. Sure, they might be able to save the world with it, but that damn thing has become the bane of his existence.

"No no, you're right! Let's all just screw around while the world falls into pieces!" Desmond can't help but wince at that: he deserves it after the prank he played on Shaun the night before. Still, he hates it when Lucy uses that tone with him, especially when he knows she's right but he's too pigheaded to admit it. His tone softens, but barely: he's still riled up and tensed and sometimes he feels like no one really understands what he's going through. Though part of him wishes they would never know either.

"Hey, this isn't easy you know!"

The headaches, the nightmares, the pity looks he gets when he walks out of his room, the uncomfortable laughs when he jokes about his sanity? All of it only adds weight to the imprisonment. Sure, this time he's with allies, but the 'not getting out of the building part' is still the same. Desmond can't even remember what daylight looks like anymore. Well, real daylight anyway.

"Yeah, like we're all on vacation out here?" The bartender knows Rebecca has a point here, but before he can even point out that she's not the one having her brain slowly fried up, Lucy cuts him off:

"Enough! Look...Everyone's under a lot of pressure, but we're the only ones who can stop Abstergo. So we need to keep it together."

"She's right, we need to be a hive mind, people." He catches Lucy's glare at him, as clear as her blue eyes, and though his tone is sarcastic, he's actually honest.

For the first time since the argument broke out, Shaun actually gets his fat ass off his chair and walks in to join the conversation:

"Anyone up for some reconciliatory yoga? Anyone?" It's the breaking point for Desmond: the tone is mocking, as usual, and the novice doesn't find it very funny. Nor does Lucy and she voices it out as she shoots the historian a killer glare: "Very funny guys!"

Turning his heels around, Desmond makes his way to up to the villa, but not before grumbling out a: "Fuck off, Shaun." But before he gets to the top of the stairs, the scene dissolves into blocks again: white light blinds the novice as he feels the normal pull out of the end of a session in the Animus.

[The video feed starts as Desmond wakes up and all it shows is the ceiling. For once, the Dreamberry was left the night before on his dresser instead of the night table and there's the sound of fabric shifting as Desmond gets up to pick up the inevitable calls that will come after this. But all the feed catches is a pain-filled gasp right before a loud thud sound. For a long, long moment, only silence feels the feed and finally the sounds of someone moving is heard, along another pain-filled moan and then a soft 'Fuuuck'. A hand covers the screen of the Dreamberry and shuts the recording off.]

Sequence four Ѽ In the name of 'please shoot me now'...

failssassin — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 01:36:49 GMT

Warnings: It's a crack dream. OOCness abound and bad slash innuendo. Also bad references to too many games/TV shows/manga. Oh and language
Effects: Confusion and plain freaking out

The dream starts with Desmond up on a wall, shimming slowly to a window, every steps carefully taken. As he reaches the opening, he stealthily looks inside the bricked building, obviously trying to eavesdrop on the conversation there. Inside, in what looks like a kitchen, the ginger head historian some might know as Shaun Hasting is trying to reach a box of Oreo cookies on the upper shelf. He grumbles to himself before calling out in that annoying snarky tone of his: "Really, can't you just give me a boost?"

There's the sound of fabric shifting and there's movement Desmond can't plainly see, but it's definitely his voice that answers back: "Oh baby, I'll give you a boost you'll remember..."

The novice's eyes open wide as saucers as his teammate actually giggles, his once raised arms wrapping around whomever is in front of him: "Oh darling, I know you can...mmm..."

Desmond yelps in surprise and confusion and loses his grip on the window sill, falling down backward: "Aaaaah!" Luckily, he lands on a pile of hay. Unluckily, he finds himself in a closed off room filled with mindless people with pointy hats and pet lizards. The pets hiss and bare their teeth and closes on as he backs up to the wall, reaching for the his Hidden Blade, but only to find that it's not there anymore. "Shit..."

But suddenly, the only door of the room bursts open and Chloe comes in laughing maniacally, dressed as a dominatrix and mounted on a black winged unicorn. "Mine! My precious! Where is he?"

The Assassin is about to ask what the fuck she's talking about when the distinctive sound of someone ziplining can be heard and Nathan Drake drops in, Shaun securely holding on his neck. The treasure hunter lands with a roll and stands up in one motion, hands on his hips and his scarf flying into the wind that drafts in out of nowhere. The man points the Aussie, looking as smug as he can, and the viewers can easily recognize Desmond's voice as Drake speaks: "Give it up, Chloe! You'll never have him! Because Shaun is mine!" Nate reaches for the pocket of his shirt and pulls out aviators shades, pausing to talk once more before putting them on: "Him and I are making history together."

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" screams one of the pet lizard as it jumps on Nathan, only to have his slithering friends join in.

"Nate! Look out!" screams Shaun to warn his husband and Desmond watches, gaping and confused as the people with pointy hats grab Shaun and slowly drag him to Chloe. Surprisingly enough, the historian manages to break away from his captors and pulls out a pen from his back pocket: "I will never be yours, hag! British power, make up!"

Light shines all around Shaun and Desmond is momentarily blinded. When the bartender is able to look at the other Assassin again, the man is now dressed in a ridiculously short skirt in the colors of the Union Jack, complete with a white leotard, a matching bow and collar, high heel boots and gloves. The historian makes an equally ridiculous pause and points at Chloe, trying to look as threatening as he can be in that outfit: "You should leave us alone! You'll never get nothing of these sweet buttocks! Our love will conquer all! In the name of history and knowledge, I will educate you! Tea pot rod, pour power!"

The red head points a puny looking pink tea pot towards Chloe and a spray of tea hits the brunette. She falls down of her mount and starts to scream as she catches on fire. In the mean time, Drake manages to push all the lizards off him with a manly roar, his now inexplicably wet shirt tearing up a little with the effort. The lizards scatter away as their mistress burns and Shaun runs over to the treasure hunter and jumps into his arms: "My hero!"

Drake smiles smugly as he grabs the man’s ass and leans down to kiss him, almost getting there before...

[Desmond wakes up with a short, surprise yelp. He looks queasy and covers his mouth in fear of being sick while his Dreamberry emits a yellow light]

WHAT...THE...FUCK?!?!

Sequence three Ѽ Slipping through my fingers like sand

failssassin — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 01:25:28 GMT

Warnings: Blood, self mutilation, stabbing. Vague game spoilers?
Effects: Confusion, exertion and lots and lots of physical pain (Optional)

He's climbing what seems to be glass tower, the surface smooth and polished and yet he manages to find holds for his hands and feet and it doesn't take long for Desmond to reach the top. He looks around, the bright, empty whiteness extends as far as he can see. But when he turns around, he faces a silhouette. It's human shaped seems to be made out of running computer codes, their blue moving symbols a stark contrast against the black hue surrounding them. This should be scary, but Desmond doesn’t seem to be and there’s something hopeful in his voice when he speaks:

"Sixteen?"

The shadow nods and a voice booms out of nowhere, out of everywhere, though it's filled with white noise and the novice can barely catch what’s being said:

"Her...Eden...all...love...lost...not...what...seems....the...sun...your...son..."

The black figure dissolves and Desmond panics and reaches out for it: "Wait! I don’t understand!" Solid black curls around his forearm and for a moment the Assassin swears he looked at gold eyes within the mess of codes and symbols in front of him.

"Always...with...you..."

And then Desmond feels like his head is about to explode and he raises his hands to hold it, the images twirling behind his eyelids making him dizzy and nauseous, the pain he sees being too real and he drops to his knees, trying to catch his breath.

For a moment, he's back in his room at Abstergo, but it's different. It's painted in red...no in blood and something scratch his arm and when he looks down, he sees his own hand digging in a rather ragged cut, the blood covered index then moving to draw more symbols on the wall. He can hear screams and yells and he thinks he can recognize at least one voice over them all, but the images quickly fade, as quickly as his lifestream seems to leave his body, his vision growing dark.

And then the air is filled with the acrid smell of gun powder and burning woods and Desmond can hear shouts in Italian. He watches as a dark haired man pushes a round, older man on the ground and there's an angry shout that leaves his lips, one he can't understand and as he runs on the rooftop to get closer, he hears the clicks of Renaissance guns being fired and there's an intense pain in his shoulder. He topples over the edge of the roof and he falls to the ground, this time with no hay to cushion his landing.

But he never gets to hit the ground. Instead, he finds himself paralyzed in mid-air, the Pope laughing in front of him. The pain at his shoulder instantly moves to his side and he looks down, gasping for air as he watches his blood staining the white shirt he wears beneath the armor. But it's not a shirt anymore, it's a tunic and the Pope is now dressed as an Assassin, the Master coat shaping his large shoulders against the beige blend of the sandy fortress. Gone is the Italian accent, instead the English words are mixed with Arabian, the tone reproachful and patronizing. Even though his feet are firmly into the ground this time, his arms are strongly secured behind his back by his own brothers and there's a wave of pride and anger that washes him over as the bearded man delivers the killing blow to his torso.

Except that when he moves back, the Master Assassin is gone and there stands an officer that is seemingly from the Roman Empire. The man gives him a nasty smile and calls him a name he's never heard before, though he thinks he knows what it means. The knife is dropped by his side and the soldiers let him go, the hide hood over his head falling off, revealing his face, the same one that's been seen before in the dream, down to the scar running across the lips. He curls over with pain but as soon as he closes his eyes, he hears a woman calling him out and he's running, running for his life. The woman by his side holds a gold ball and they manage to climb the same glass tower Desmond climbed at the beginning of his dream.

But this time, the glass rooftop shatters and Desmond falls back into nothingness, unable to either grab the woman or the ball. There's a clear sound that covers the sound of breaking glass and it's that sound that pulls him out of his sleep.

[Desmond wakes up with a start, the sound in his dream being his own scream, one loud enough that it's going to leave his voice hoarse in the morning. He sits right up in his bed, gasping and panting and trembling as he raises one hand to run over his face. Then his shoulders tense up, as if he's about to throw a punch or something, or anything really, but they slowly relaxes, slacking down even. The man lets himself fall back in the sweat drenched bed, one side look to his Dreamberry on his night stand confirming this has been broadcast. 'Wonderful' he mutters as he covers his face with his arm.]

In which Nue gets out of the perv closet....

failssassin — Fri, 20 May 2011 02:45:16 GMT

Somarium Kink Meme!
version 3.0

Welcome to the Somarium kink meme! It's pretty much like every other standard kink meme, only it's for Somarium, obviously.

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There's just a few guidelines for when you post here:

Keep it anonymous! It's more fun that way.
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RPing is allowed too!.
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Requests can be filled out more than once!
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Video post 002 Ѽ Get your knee flexin' and your arms T-Rexin'

failssassin — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 03:58:11 GMT

[The video feed starts with only sounds, the screen completely black for the moment. In the background, there is sound of someone's breathing, soft thumping noises before clicking sounds can be heard as well. Hinges creak and there's the ruffle of clothes and the broadcasting Dreamberry falls out of its owner's pocket, revealing a rather well decorated, clean room. Luckily for anyone watching this, the device falls in a way that shows the viewer everything that's going on.

A young man, some may recognize him as Desmond Miles, pulls down the hood from over his head and walks over to the bed where a cute blond lays, known to many as Jessamine Lovelace, seemingly deep in slumber. The man makes a face that's somewhere between concerned and confused. Callous digits wrap around the blond's wrist, fingertips pressing in her inner skin, testing her pulse. It's easy to see that the young man is gritting his teeth lightly before shaking his head. His hand gently drops Jessamine's and he reaches into the backpack slung over his shoulder, pulling a bouquet of flowers that a little crinkled. Moving to the night table, he changes the dying flowers for fresh ones and turns around to leave, only then noticing his Dreamberry on the floor. Of course the little red light indicates this has been recorded and Desmond inwardly groans. He's never going to catch a break, isn't he? Still, denying anything that has been seen is pointless and so he scoops the device and gives a quick look back at the bed before speaking.]

Anyone knows how long those....sleep comas can last?

[Because it's been over two weeks now since Jessamine fell asleep and he's starting to be seriously concerned. Sleep this long is not a good omen in his world.]

[ooc: Action threads are allowed to Jessamine's housemates if desired!]

Video post 001 Ѽ A little help here? [Filtered FROM Jessamine Lovelace]

failssassin — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 05:25:55 GMT

[ooc: backdated to Jessamine's birthday ~~because I suck xcoore OTL~~]

Does anybody have a suggestion for a birthday present to girl?

[Because he's last minute and because he's sure Jessamine won't appreciate anything sharp and pointy, Desmond is drawing a blank here.]

Sequence Two Ѽ Road Stop

failssassin — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 04:40:41 GMT

Warnings: Blood and mention of murder
Effects: Guilt, frustration and confusion

Desmond watched, unseeing, as the clear water of the stream turned pink as he washed his hands in the cold waters. But even with all his efforts, the stains on his skin didn't seem to lessen one bit. With a frustrated sigh, he took off the vambrace on his left arm before slipping out of his white hoodie. It was ruined, of course, but the left sleeve was soaked through and through with blood and he suddenly couldn't stand the sight of it. Closing his eyes tightly to shun out the vision of the Abstergo's guards dying at his hand, the blade driven deep into their throat, the novice ran a wet hand over his face, tensing up as footsteps mingled with the sounds of the forest.

"Desmond?" His shoulder slouched considerably as he recognized Lucy's voice, but he didn't move. "Are you all right?"

The young man opened his eyes and stared at the stream again, debating what he should really say. But with a heavy sigh, he spoke, knowing the blond would probably be the only willing to hear him out anyway.

"I killed those men in cold blood Lucy. That's something I'll have to live with for the rest of my life." He finally raised his gaze to her, before standing up, using his bloodied jeans to wipe his hand.

"Desmond, you did what you had to do."

"Did I? Or did I do what Altaïr and Ezio always thought that had to be done?" He shook his head, looking away from the young woman again. It was becoming harder and harder to tell when he was awake and when he was in the Animus. The Templars crashing the warehouse had only added to his anxiety. He was still scared of how quickly he had picked up how to use the Hidden Blade. Instincts he shouldn't have had taken over and he had felt like watching his ancestors at work once again. His fist curled, nails digging into his palms.

"How can I know who I still am when I'm not even sure of what I think is right or not anymore?" Deep down, Desmond knew it had been the right thing. The last thing he wanted was to be sent back to Abstergo, to be plugged to their damn Animus until he couldn't discern what was real and what was the past and lives that didn't belong to him. Until he would draw symbols on the walls of his cell with his own blood to warn others of their impending doom. And yet the bartender couldn't stop thinking on how the guards were fathers to children, children to parents and lovers to their partners. They might have been on the wrong side of the conflict, but they probably never signed up to get killed on the job.

His thoughts were broken as Lucy reached for his hands, her slender fingers curling around his, and as Desmond looked down at their intertwined hands, he realized that the hands that had supported him these past weeks had done deeds that were similar to his.

"Desmond, you're not the same man you used to be, three weeks ago..." Without looking up, he nodded: the blond Assassin was right. And he would never be able to go back to the life that had stolen from him when the Templars had kidnapped him.

"I know," he finally supplied after a long moment of silence. "It's like I can read people like open books now..." Or at least better than he used to be. He was pretty sure he could attribute that newly found ability on the Eagle Vision. Lucy shifted slightly and when he looked up, they were now facing each other. The blond offered him a small smile:

"And what do you see in mine?" Desmond returned her smile: "An elegant cover with fine handwriting."

"What does it say?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..."

Her laughter was so soft that he almost had to strain his ears to hear it, but neither less, her eyes shone with mirth as she took a step closer, tilting her head back slightly, her fingers squeezing his:

"That's all I'm asking, Desmond..."

Before he could answer anything to that, someone cleared their throat behind them and her hands left his quickly.

"I know I'm interrupting, but Shaun's being pissy about waiting any longer. We have a long road ahead of us. Sorry."

Desmond watched as Lucy shook her head at Rebecca before joining her with a short jog. Grabbing the bracer and his hoodie, he followed behind. He couldn't deny that the guilt was still gnawing at him, but he now wanted to believe that he could reconcile those different parts of him, with Lucy's help.

[Desmond wakes up and rolls on his back, looking at the ceiling. He really doesn't want to admit to himself that he misses them.]

Sequence One Ѽ Bleeding Effect 1 (character update)

failssassin — Wed, 08 Dec 2010 04:01:19 GMT

Warnings: Spoilers for AC:Brohood Sequence one?
Effects: None
Notes: This is the scene I tried to condense here. Also, this is a character's update dream, so Desmond will be updated to the end of Sequence One.

The dream starts in a light gray room. It seems infinite, with code lines falling down out of nowhere, the 3D axis lines splitting regions into cubes. Everything is at first eerily silent and if it seems strange for most, it is all too familiar for Desmond. He's back in the Animus.

Soon enough, blocks start to build from ground up, the gray room melting slowly into a quite darker room. Muffled voices can be heard and there's a brief flash of light that makes him squint before the world materialize around him. Looking around, he recognizes the room, but it looks nothing like he remembered it: the walls are cracked and charred, the furniture overturned. Dust covers everything and there's nothing left of the grandeur the Villa used to be. But it's the voices he hears, clear as day, that makes the Assassin realizes that he's reliving anyone's life:

"Well, help us Shaun! Do you have any ideas?"

"There must be another way into the Sanctuary."

Desmond looks back, finally noticing his fellow Modern Day Assassins. Rebecca, Lucy and Shaun are all looking at a bookcase. But before he can ask what the Hell is going on, his sight catches a white blurry shadow and he looks back at the entrance, hearing his own voice hailing them back as he looks right at a hooded, translucent figure.

"Hey! I think I've got something!"

He runs after the figure despite himself and Desmond starts to feel the strangest feeling in his stomach: he's watching his own life as if stuck in the Animus. But there is no time to dwell on the thought: already the figure is moving to a fallen fence before jumping to disappear hundred of meters below. Without even a single moment of hesitation, Desmond follows, pushing himself of the ledge as arms spread out before his whole body flips, his landing softened by a pile of hay. He comes out of it, brushing off twigs as Lucy joins him by using the ladder. She gives him an impressed look, something the bartender is sure he's never seen on her face before:

"Desmond. That was pretty...awesome..."
"It...just felt natural" he shrugs. He's done it a thousand times before through his ancestors' memories, after all.

He points to the dark entrance, beckoning the blond woman to follow him in. As she struggles with their lighting, he teases her and when she laughs, he silently thanks the darkness that hides his smile. Once the tunnels are finally lighted, they both run, until Desmond slows down, crossing paths with more transparent figures. He groans, knowing exactly what they are: figments of another life, part of memories his DNA carries.

"They escaped through here. Ezio and the villagers. After the attack. I can see them now."

"What?" Lucy moves closer to him, reaching for his shoulder, trying to have him look at her. "I know it's difficult Desmond, but try to compartmentalize. Focus on the present."

Despite himself, the Assassin looks away, almost recoiling from her touch: "What if I can't stop the visions? How long before I start painting symbols on the walls?"

"Don't joke about that. Sixteen is dead. We're focusing on the present."

He nods, looking at the wall in from of him. While Lucy finds a way in that he cannot follow, Desmond scales the wall to meet her further down. His moves a far quicker and more fluid than before, as if he'd train for weeks by now. But the Assassin knows the truth: the Bleeding Effect is simply heightening his skills. As him and Lucy calls out for one another, joking about bats and making sure they are going in the same direction, Desmond jumps from beam to beam, using free-running skills that some might have seen at work in Somarium.

At the turn of another corridor, he slows down again, watching the villagers' ghosts pass him by, hearing even Claudia's and Ezio's voice calling out to each other. He winces and blinks and luckily they go away. The hallway is filled with destroyed statues and Desmond looks at them slowly:

"You know, last time I was here..."

"Ezio. Last time Ezio was here..."

"Yeah, that's what I meant..." He gives her an almost sheepish smile and frowns lightly when Lucy mutters about what all he’s been through not being right. It's hard to find the right words to comfort her about it: his nightmares are getting more vivid and more violent every night, and he can still ghosts of soldiers running against them. But he does and they both move along.

It takes a few turns, a few tricks, but they both finally make it to the Sanctuary. Desmond is the first to walk in, passing by the large, hooded statue. Although the face is hidden, the scarred mouth and the clothes are easy to recognize. 'Altaïr'. Desmond looks up at his ancestor: it's strange to see how others had seen him, especially after all these years.
He turns around to face the circular room he'd seen before and stops short. There it is again, the hooded figure that he has been following all night. It slowly clears enough to revealing it being Ezio: his hood is now down and though Desmond knows the Master Assassin is looking at a far off point behind him, it seems like the Italian is looking right at him.

"Wow..." he whispers, a hand reaching out to touch the silvery silhouette. The resemblance is uncanny, even despite the years separating them. "He looks so...old. Ezio must have come back here way after the attack. But why?"

His hand drops as Lucy calls out for him, the figure dissolving into thin air. He jogs up the stairs and finds the handle that keeps the bookcase from opening through the Eagle Vision. Shaun's grumpy face appears and Rebecca brushes past him to give Lucy a high five. The technical Assassin confirms their safety in the Sanctuary, and as they all move to get their equipment down there, Desmond winces again, a pang of pain invading his head. His vision starts to blur, his surrounding disappearing block by block, just as they had first appear.

[It feels like he's desynchronizing and it doesn't take long before Desmond blinks his eyes open, his sight slowly focusing back on the ceiling of his apartment in Somni. All he feels is confusion and one hell of a throbbing headache.]