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asgardeventide2012-03-18 11:38 am
accommodated) wrote in asgardeventide2012-03-18 11:38 am
ｓｅｓｓｉｏｎ》００１ ［ｔｅｘｔ］
still don't get why the people in charge don't just hire a team of landscapers and a bunch of people to paint everything
that'd be a lot easier, right?
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that'd be a lot easier, right?
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audio; ;A;
[Of course Desmond does. It's kind of been flung in his face for the last how long? He just needs to wake up, right?
This whole thing is just a bad dream.]
audio;
Back when the faeries attacked, or now? Possibly before, when the assassin had first arrived? He's not sure. It's a conglomerate of time and space, and while it's very clear that others from the Brotherhood can be from earlier, such as Altaïr and Malik, it hasn't hit him yet that the future in his world could also be involved.
Finally, he speaks. But it's probably not something Desmond expects to hear.]
There are still many things you have left unanswered, however.
audio; 1/? why would you do this to me?
There's nothing he can say to that. What do you say?]
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That's just typical, right?
Go figure, Desmond, what did you expect?]
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(God, Ezio-- how can he even explain this one to himself?)
Desmond knows him better. He shouldn't. But he does. The past. The future. The present. What do you say to that? Well, possibly ask what in the hell any of that is supposed to mean.
But it's frozen.
God, he almost hated himself for it. Come on, Desmond, don't drop the ball. You've got a few snappy come backs. Always do.]
audio; oh my god okay i'm done
Like... what? [That's it, Desmond. You can do this. Shake it off.] Because if you're asking for the meaning of life, or something, probably the wrong person to be asking.
Restoration? I can dig it. Fighting someone else's war? That's iffy.
[Desmond can't manage a whole lot of the usual sarcasm. But he can fake it pretty well.]
1/2 audio; i am a horrible person and i apparently enjoy making desmond's life hell
But he knows there's more to this. Even with the shooing away Desmond gives, the sole memory of seeing him perform a perfect assassination and fight against the enemy leaves the maestro convinced that this boy is more than he says he is. He has to be- no one can do something that gracefully when it's taken Ezio years to learn and perfect.
So for a moment, he doesn't respond, though the other may hear him let out a small 'hmmmm' in consideration.]
audio;
...Perhaps not. Sai cosa voglio dire. ['You know what I mean.'
He leaves the rest silent, letting the untranslated words sit there for a while, in which he dons his hood, grabs his belongings, and plans out where he has to go. It doesn't make much sound, doesn't answer any reply, but keeps the feed going. In meeting Desmond, Ezio is more than certain that he has to know, and why, because that is who he is. He won't do it recklessly- the Italian knows better, after all. But alerting the others of what he has discovered may come in handy in an instance such as this one.
So the master assassin waits, but in his head he lays out what needs to be done, in what order. Coming back to the bracelet's communicator, he finally speaks again:]
We will see.
[If he doesn't know it's real, he's going to find that fact out very quick, and very soon.]
audio;
Desmond almost has to sit down. No, as a matter of fact, he does. It hits, then. He has to sit down in a chair, not even out of Heimdall Welcoming Hall, yet. Heavy, and only half paying attention. Hallucinations were one thing. He was used to that. Used to phantoms wandering around the Villa. Almost like spirits rather than long-gone memories. None of them had ever talked back to him.
And the Animus?
If it is-- he just doesn't know. It's the last thing Desmond can remember. A familiar voice, and just... that's it. Which is kind of laughable. One would think Desmond would be used to all these sorts of crazy things. Everything that was going on: Minerva, Juno, the memories, the ancestors, becoming an Assassin. Everything in stride. Keep on keeping on. So... he just breathes in. Breathes in, holds it, exhales. Focuses. It works, usually. Just about every time.
When he feels like he can move, the communication link is severed (Plan B: in case of failure of Plan A --see: repression-- take immediate evasive action until further actions could be determined. Which meant diving out of the Welcome Hall.
It's okay not to deal right away, right? For now?
Desmond needed a quiet place to think.]