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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2023-08-17 09:58 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2023-08-17 09:58 pm
Entry tags:
Spoke in the Wheel
well, at least I tested negative today. no guarantees that will remain the same, though.
~Dreamer~
also ezio desmond is not a cheat code
Main Points:
Assassin's Creed AU (kinda time-travel)
Chapter Summary: Ezio and Claudia are panicking about possibly getting caught. Desmond is the calm voice of reason.
Word Count: 1057
Rating: Teen
Federico, Leonardo, Maria, and Giovanni are the topic of conversation this time, but do not appear.
“They know,” Ezio hisses, flicking his wrists, agitated. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s picked up the habit of fidgeting with a Hidden Blade he doesn’t even have yet.
“They cannot,” Claudia counters with bite, though it is clear she is quite as frazzled.
Federico had stopped following Ezio around. Stopped, and had introduced himself to Claudia’s friends, and endeared him to half of them besides. Claudia is clearly put out because it had taken her a while to cultivate such friends and does not wish to share or start anew with a group not speaking in besotted tones about her brother’s charms, and both are paranoid about what this could mean. Federico establishes himself as one who merely wishes to hear such lovely ladies talk, no birdsong is as pleasant, and it’s clear he’s flirting and fishing for information.
Desmond doesn’t have popcorn for the occasion, but he is eating a pretty juicy apple. The fact that he’s really amused by all this probably isn’t helping matters, he knows, but he is capable of multitasking. He can find this really funny and be really worried about what it all means, at the same time, but it helps that he has some idea of what conclusion they might have come to.
“Listen to your sister, Ezio.” The teenage Auditore—he’s so young and that’s just going to keep being weird—grumbles a little bit, but Desmond continues like he hadn’t. “There’s no way they saw the way you were acting and went ‘ah, clearly he’s seen a vision of the future’.”
That gets them both to stop arguing and actually think, and both look a lot more thoughtful. Ezio comes to sit next to him, body language more open. Claudia joins them, though it’s harder for her to sit, with her skirts, and she’s going to have to take more care about getting the dust off. “What do you believe, then?”
Desmond shrugs. He can only guess, but given the entirety of Ezio’s existence, he has a pretty good idea. “I think I saw your maid talking to some midwives, and Federico was asking about any ladies unfortunately absent.” Neither one of them reacts, so he adds, “Pretty sure they think you knocked up one of Claudia’s friends.”
“‘Knocked up’,” Ezio repeats slowly, exchanging a confused glance with Claudia, and—
Right. Slang. Gotta get used to that.
“Got one pregnant,” the former bartender continues, blunt, and it actually takes a minute for Ezio to process that one, because the second he does he goes white.
“I—surely—” he stammers, and it seems now Claudia sees what’s funny. A Master Assassin and Mentore, in his teenage body, reduced to speechlessness.
“You cannot deny that it is a plausible conclusion, with the food, the comforts you could easily steal...” Claudia points out, and Ezio buries his face in both hands.
“What’s that you said before? ‘Famiglia is famiglia’? If you knew of your children, you would provide for them however you could.” Desmond is as gentle as he can be, but he knows Ezio’s still in the middle of a mental breakdown, and for good reason. He’s a smart man.
“...I have children. Multiple children. And I am unaware of their existence.” Ezio moans, having finally come to the same conclusion as Shaun Hastings, historian, and Desmond just...nods awkwardly.
What else can he do? Not like he can just shout ‘I’m descended from one of those’, because for all he knows the Templars are looking in on this. Assassins, maybe, too, which would be better, but he can’t guarantee that.
“Though probably most of those are in the future, I—” That thought cheers him slightly, but only slightly, and he turns to Desmond for answers, and it’s not like he even knows all of them, or could tell him if he did. Timing, yeah, generally, at least for him and Clay, but who? Where? Actually helpful answers? Not a thing.
“That’s not one of the things I know, Ezio,” he states gently, and the look of anguish doesn’t leave, and he feels kind of bad about it, but if he can’t, he can’t.
“Well, at least, it helps us. Though I fear I’ll be of less use in this conspiracy now,” Claudia states, returning to business, but then, she’s always been the more focused of the two siblings. “If Federico is haunting my footsteps rather than your own, fratello.”
Desmond nods at her. “I’ve gotten the Pazzi money secured and I’m pretty close on forging the letter. It’s not quite right. And getting your hands on poison without it being traceable is ridiculous when you can’t just ask the thieves for it. We might be able to get some from Leonardo, but he’d definitely have questions.” They might have to involve him anyway, depending on if they can’t manage to procure some elsewhere in time. It’s kind of unbelievable the Pazzi don’t have any, to the point he’d searched, twice. Vieri alone should have had some, and even if he couldn’t recognize it by sight it should be tagged in the Eagle Vision and he...just simply hadn’t found any. Maybe he gets it from a supplier right before he uses it, but whatever the case, it’s utterly infuriating. The Borgia do, because the Borgia are a really screwed up family, but their seat of power and general household is elsewhere and Desmond wants to be close by just in case. “How long until your father leaves for the Sforza assassination?”
“One, two days at most,” Ezio estimates, breath still shaky.
“Not much time, then.” Seriously, Leonardo’s a danger. If anyone can work out ‘time traveler from the future’, it’d be him, but they might just have to suck it up and deal with it, because Desmond’s not living this again.
“We’ll work on it.” If they need to, they’ll just stab Alberti and deal with the consequences. It’s not like Giovanni would kill his own son or daughter.
Desmond’s...he might kill Desmond, but he’s already died once, and while he’d rather live, if it’s to help Ezio live a better life, even if this is all just some sort of dying hallucination, he’ll take one for the team.
~Dreamer~
also ezio desmond is not a cheat code
Main Points:
Assassin's Creed AU (kinda time-travel)
Chapter Summary: Ezio and Claudia are panicking about possibly getting caught. Desmond is the calm voice of reason.
Word Count: 1057
Rating: Teen
Federico, Leonardo, Maria, and Giovanni are the topic of conversation this time, but do not appear.
They all expected the Pazzi to make the next move, but it turns out this is not the case.
“They know,” Ezio hisses, flicking his wrists, agitated. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s picked up the habit of fidgeting with a Hidden Blade he doesn’t even have yet.
“They cannot,” Claudia counters with bite, though it is clear she is quite as frazzled.
Federico had stopped following Ezio around. Stopped, and had introduced himself to Claudia’s friends, and endeared him to half of them besides. Claudia is clearly put out because it had taken her a while to cultivate such friends and does not wish to share or start anew with a group not speaking in besotted tones about her brother’s charms, and both are paranoid about what this could mean. Federico establishes himself as one who merely wishes to hear such lovely ladies talk, no birdsong is as pleasant, and it’s clear he’s flirting and fishing for information.
Desmond doesn’t have popcorn for the occasion, but he is eating a pretty juicy apple. The fact that he’s really amused by all this probably isn’t helping matters, he knows, but he is capable of multitasking. He can find this really funny and be really worried about what it all means, at the same time, but it helps that he has some idea of what conclusion they might have come to.
“Listen to your sister, Ezio.” The teenage Auditore—he’s so young and that’s just going to keep being weird—grumbles a little bit, but Desmond continues like he hadn’t. “There’s no way they saw the way you were acting and went ‘ah, clearly he’s seen a vision of the future’.”
That gets them both to stop arguing and actually think, and both look a lot more thoughtful. Ezio comes to sit next to him, body language more open. Claudia joins them, though it’s harder for her to sit, with her skirts, and she’s going to have to take more care about getting the dust off. “What do you believe, then?”
Desmond shrugs. He can only guess, but given the entirety of Ezio’s existence, he has a pretty good idea. “I think I saw your maid talking to some midwives, and Federico was asking about any ladies unfortunately absent.” Neither one of them reacts, so he adds, “Pretty sure they think you knocked up one of Claudia’s friends.”
“‘Knocked up’,” Ezio repeats slowly, exchanging a confused glance with Claudia, and—
Right. Slang. Gotta get used to that.
“Got one pregnant,” the former bartender continues, blunt, and it actually takes a minute for Ezio to process that one, because the second he does he goes white.
“I—surely—” he stammers, and it seems now Claudia sees what’s funny. A Master Assassin and Mentore, in his teenage body, reduced to speechlessness.
“You cannot deny that it is a plausible conclusion, with the food, the comforts you could easily steal...” Claudia points out, and Ezio buries his face in both hands.
“What’s that you said before? ‘Famiglia is famiglia’? If you knew of your children, you would provide for them however you could.” Desmond is as gentle as he can be, but he knows Ezio’s still in the middle of a mental breakdown, and for good reason. He’s a smart man.
“...I have children. Multiple children. And I am unaware of their existence.” Ezio moans, having finally come to the same conclusion as Shaun Hastings, historian, and Desmond just...nods awkwardly.
What else can he do? Not like he can just shout ‘I’m descended from one of those’, because for all he knows the Templars are looking in on this. Assassins, maybe, too, which would be better, but he can’t guarantee that.
“Though probably most of those are in the future, I—” That thought cheers him slightly, but only slightly, and he turns to Desmond for answers, and it’s not like he even knows all of them, or could tell him if he did. Timing, yeah, generally, at least for him and Clay, but who? Where? Actually helpful answers? Not a thing.
“That’s not one of the things I know, Ezio,” he states gently, and the look of anguish doesn’t leave, and he feels kind of bad about it, but if he can’t, he can’t.
“Well, at least, it helps us. Though I fear I’ll be of less use in this conspiracy now,” Claudia states, returning to business, but then, she’s always been the more focused of the two siblings. “If Federico is haunting my footsteps rather than your own, fratello.”
Desmond nods at her. “I’ve gotten the Pazzi money secured and I’m pretty close on forging the letter. It’s not quite right. And getting your hands on poison without it being traceable is ridiculous when you can’t just ask the thieves for it. We might be able to get some from Leonardo, but he’d definitely have questions.” They might have to involve him anyway, depending on if they can’t manage to procure some elsewhere in time. It’s kind of unbelievable the Pazzi don’t have any, to the point he’d searched, twice. Vieri alone should have had some, and even if he couldn’t recognize it by sight it should be tagged in the Eagle Vision and he...just simply hadn’t found any. Maybe he gets it from a supplier right before he uses it, but whatever the case, it’s utterly infuriating. The Borgia do, because the Borgia are a really screwed up family, but their seat of power and general household is elsewhere and Desmond wants to be close by just in case. “How long until your father leaves for the Sforza assassination?”
“One, two days at most,” Ezio estimates, breath still shaky.
“Not much time, then.” Seriously, Leonardo’s a danger. If anyone can work out ‘time traveler from the future’, it’d be him, but they might just have to suck it up and deal with it, because Desmond’s not living this again.
“We’ll work on it.” If they need to, they’ll just stab Alberti and deal with the consequences. It’s not like Giovanni would kill his own son or daughter.
Desmond’s...he might kill Desmond, but he’s already died once, and while he’d rather live, if it’s to help Ezio live a better life, even if this is all just some sort of dying hallucination, he’ll take one for the team.