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tushanshu_ooc2016-05-18 08:19 pm
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"And I'm a bit of a social butterfly. I've learned that you make friends easier when booze is free-flowing."
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"Nah, 2012. I've just got a really weird family. Our family tree branches back through pretty much every major war all the way back through the Dark Ages, so I grew up hearing about my ancestors, and the wars they fought in." Not entirely the truth, but not technically a lie, either. While Desmond was more than willing to talk about the Assassins and Templars, he liked to know who he was talking to, first.
"Makes sense. Gotta admit, it's part of why I take these jobs. You hear things, can keep a thumb on the pulse of the city, that kinda stuff."
Desmond wasn't sure if it was the Altaïr, Ezio, or Connor in him, or if it was just his Assassin training kicking in, but he just felt better if he Knew Things. It made him feel like he was more in control of himself, if he had information on the city that no one else did.
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Of course, Desmond had learned that directly from the Animus, thanks to Altaïr's fight against the Templars around in and around Syria, but he was sure that his dad had mentioned it at some point, about how Maria had ended up switching sides after meeting Altaïr, and finding out what the Templars were really after.
"It sounds like such a cliché, going to your local bar to pick up the latest rumors. Like something out of a video game." He laughs at the irony. Here he was, an NPC in someone else's story.
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"And humans are boring, so we make video games that reflect real life." He shrugs. "S'why I don't play 'em."
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Desmond picks apart the cherry cross in his own drink, restabbing the cherry to let more of the juice out into the drink.
"Eh, I think you'd be surprised. Real life's pretty damn interesting, depending on who's eyes you look at it from."
Desmond looks over to the other corner of the bar, and jumps slightly as he sees Connor Kenway and Charles Lee sitting at a table, looking exhausted. He looks away for just a moment, and they're gone. He takes a hearty gulp of his drink, hoping to wash that particular memory away. Even here, on the back of a damned turtle, he was feeling the Bleeding Effect.
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He almost sighs, and wonders what this guy's deal would be. Psychokinesis? Turning into a Crystal Explosive?
"You okay?" He asks, eventually.
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"Thought I saw a ghost, one of my ancestors. It happens to me sometimes. Doesn't seem to matter if I'm asleep or awake."
Desmond takes a breath, mentally preparing himself for having to explain the Assassins and Templars.
"A couple of months ago, I was kidnapped by a company called Abstergo. They're...the modern incarnation of the Templars. They've been fighting a war against the Assassin Brotherhood since...well...since the beginning of recorded history, really. Abstergo hooked me up to this machine called the Animus, that accesses my genetic memory, and lets me relive the memories of my ancestors, the downside being that their memories kind of...infect mine. They call it 'The Bleeding Effect'."
Desmond rolls up the sleeve of his right hand, exposing not only the rather wicked burn on his right palm, but also a tattoo on his forearm.
"I'm one of the Assassins. I was born into it. Abstergo's been looking for these things called 'Pieces of Eden', which are artifacts from an ancient civilization, and they were using my genetic memories to find them."
Desmond sighs. He's never really told a stranger any of that before, beyond cracking jokes about being raised on The Farm.
"Just now, I saw a vision of a Native American Assassin named Ratonhnhaké:ton, right when he killed General Charles Lee. Yeah, that Charles Lee. He was a Templar."
Desmond scrubs a hand over his face. He kind of hates having all of these memories, but he needed them at the same time.
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He's silent for a long moment, before folding his hands together, propping his elbows on the table, and resting his chin on them.
"What if I told you I could maybe help you out?"
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"I'd ask what the catch is. The last person who told me they could help me out turned out to be a Templar spy."
Desmond twitches his left wrist, feeling the hidden blade he kept hidden under the sleeve of his hoodie. He wasn't going to use it, he just liked being reminded that it was there if things went south.
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"No catch... Well. The process is highly experimental. I've only seen it done once. Maybe twice." All the crazy shit they do blurs together. "But I've seen it work."
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Desmond taps his temple again.
"The Bleeding Effect gives me the talents of my ancestors, as well as their memories. I've got this thing called 'Eagle Vision' that lets me know if I can trust someone, because they glow either blue or red when I look at 'em, but...the spy I mentioned? She showed up blue. You do too. That's supposed to mean I can trust someone, but it doesn't always work out that way."
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He shrugs.
"Decision's yours, big guy."
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Desmond pinches at the bridge of his nose.
"This'd be easier if Rebecca was here. She's a tech geek from back home, part of my support team. She rigged up her own version of the Animus, based on blueprints that got leaked on the internet."
And Desmond sighs. He'd probably regret it, but anything was worth a try at this point.
"What did you have in mind?"
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"It would involve me hooking electrodes up to your head, dumping you in a tub of salty water and inducing a trance-like state with psychodelic drugs in order to split your brain pattern from the invading ones." He smiles lop-sidedly. "Then I'd guide you through the dream state to isolate the patterns and eliminate them."
He waves a hand, casually.
"But this is hypothetical. I've only seen it work on memories given by the same process. And it's pretty dangerous."
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"I'm...not sure that's gonna work. I had to try something similar a while back, after I fell into a coma. My ancestor's memories got all mixed up in mine, and I had to keep reliving their memories until we can to a point where we all existed in the same space. It's...complicated as to how it actually happened. Even though I did that, I'm still seeing their ghosts. I think the damage has been done."
At least he wasn't as bad as Clay, or Daniel. Even still, it was going to freak him out forever.
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He leans back on two legs.
"I don't blame you for not wanting to do it. I wouldn't."