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asgardmeridiem2014-09-07 08:05 pm
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[closed] 'sassin bondin' times
Who: Asgard Brotherhood
What: rooftop dinnertimes
When: afternoon/evening 505 (after all 'sassins have voted on Satan)
Where: Needle roof!
Rating: PG-13
[ After speaking to the gods, Desmond headed back to the Needle for a beer, which he took up to the rooftop. It's a mild day in Asgard, overcast but not raining. He's leaning against the chimney when Connor finds him -- the novice was swinging by to speak to the masters, not wanting to have this conversation over the bracelets -- but Desmond offers him a beer and he puts more serious matters on hold to sit beside his comrade.
Maybe the others had the same idea to swing by the bureau, or just heard them from the shop downstairs, or maybe a couple beers in one of these boys sent you a message to come by. Point is, eventually there's a whole bunch of 'sassins up on the roof of Needle in a Haystack, and it's dinnertime. Let's family bbq. ]
(( you can thread finding them/being invited or hanging out at dinner or both, it's a free for all! ))
What: rooftop dinnertimes
When: afternoon/evening 505 (after all 'sassins have voted on Satan)
Where: Needle roof!
Rating: PG-13
[ After speaking to the gods, Desmond headed back to the Needle for a beer, which he took up to the rooftop. It's a mild day in Asgard, overcast but not raining. He's leaning against the chimney when Connor finds him -- the novice was swinging by to speak to the masters, not wanting to have this conversation over the bracelets -- but Desmond offers him a beer and he puts more serious matters on hold to sit beside his comrade.
Maybe the others had the same idea to swing by the bureau, or just heard them from the shop downstairs, or maybe a couple beers in one of these boys sent you a message to come by. Point is, eventually there's a whole bunch of 'sassins up on the roof of Needle in a Haystack, and it's dinnertime. Let's family bbq. ]
(( you can thread finding them/being invited or hanging out at dinner or both, it's a free for all! ))
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It is not so much a trip as it is a pilgrimage. A chance to rediscover myself. [Thirty years have changed him from the bright-eyed seventeen year old who walked down Florence's streets as a noble, oblivious to the world around him.] The answers I seek there, however, I have already found here.
[To hear of what she's been thinking of, however, he lets out a huff.] Out of concern, or something else?
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Something like that. He's here so I can keep an eye on him somewhat, but..
( it was a little more complicated than that. she took a draw on her beer to cover up her silence. )
Some paths you have to walk alone.
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That is true enough, but you can still be there if he needs you.
[It reminds him of his own life, the ironies of it and how over time, he began to see the truth rather than the cloudy haze he had when he was younger. There is a pause as he lets out a breath, thinks for a moment, then begins again.]
Did I ever tell you how I came to be an Assassin, Natasha?
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No. You didn't tell me.
( she also didn't ask. stuff like that .. it's best to let it come out in it's own time. )
I'm listening.
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At her prompting, however, he straightens, looks out to the horizon for a moment, before turning his head back to her.]
I was seventeen when I first donned the robes. They were not mine, but my father's. At the time, he and my two brothers had been wrongfully accused of treason, and were thrown into prison while I was out on an errand. That night, I journeyed to the cell to have my father tell me to wear the robes and his blade, and give a letter to an ally of his. It was given in the hopes that he would set them free, come morning.
When morning came, however, his ally betrayed him, and I watched half of my family hang in the square, accused of treason, and I myself now a fugitive in my own home. I killed the ally when I had the first chance, escaped with the rest of my family, and sought refuge in a villa away from Florence.
For almost twenty years, I sought a path of vengeance, one that went from anger to eventual understanding of who and what the Assassins are, and why we protect as we do. All the while, my family as well as friends and allies reminded me of which way to look, and guided me along the path I was forging.
[It's the short version, but it gets his point across- even if this was his own journey, people have helped. Some in big ways, such as his uncle. Others, in the small ways, such as Rosa. Each one was special in its own way.]
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I never knew my family. My earliest memories were of training. ( training to be what she is now. ) I never had friends. Just comrades. Girls who were being taught the way I was.
( she shrugs, glancing out over the city. )
I didn't have a friend until I was older and he was trying to kill me when we met. ( maybe that gives him a picture of what her life was like. no one helped her. she didn't need it. she helped herself. so helping others? it felt like intruding. )