Method to the Madness
Sep. 28th, 2023 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madimpossibledreamerIt's called shock, Desmond.
This isn't the normal Dragon contact. But then, the Dragon know more than they're saying, as per usual, and they're not treating Desmond like your average Bee|Bee-Touched because they know he isn't.
Main Points:
Assassin's Creed/The Secret World
Summary: One of the factions approaches Desmond directly.
Word Count: 820
Rating: Teen
And then a little girl in a grey hoodie comes to sit next to him, unafraid, and he squirms a little, because he didn’t even remember sitting down and people close to him right now feels wrong. Hell, for all he knew he’d had another Bleeding Effect episode, like he’d been dangerous to anyone around him. Not like he’d know, if he can’t really remember it.
“You’re something new, Assassin,” the little girl whispers in awe, and he freezes still, reminding himself to breathe and turn his head to look only for the little girl to be a little too close, looking him over with malicious glee, eyes slitted like a snake’s. She might look like a little street child, but this...the last time he saw something that scared him this much, it was Juno.
“Did you bring me here?” he asks quietly, and she shrugs, grin disappearing, kicking her legs.
“I wasn’t told how you got here. The Mouth of the Dragon didn’t tell me that. Only to give you a gift and a warning, and that the fact that you being here is more Chaos than we’ve ever seen, and it’s glorious. Like fireworks.” If she starts clapping her hands at the glee, he’s figuring out how to exit the subway while it’s still in motion.
“Why do you want chaos?” he asks quietly, and she narrows her eyes at him in a look that practically screams ‘you are asking stupid questions, Novice’.
“In chaos, you begin to see the patterns. In patterns, you can achieve enlightenment. When you have achieved enlightenment, you can control fate itself. Do you not wish to control fate? It hasn’t been really kind to you in the past.” The tone itself is particularly Malik, too. If Malik was a small girl, and still had both her arms, and the eyes of a snake.
He doesn’t answer, which is apparently an answer enough for her, as she nods decisively. “Your gift, then.” The subway slows, and she stands, holding out her hand, like she’s actually a normal little girl, and he takes it, uneasy. “If you need, if anyone asks, the Dragon will claim you. You are not; apparently you will work best as a free agent, but there are times during which it may benefit you to claim allegiance to one of the three, and in those times, you may claim Dragon. You have already given us more than we ever asked for, a gift that keeps giving. It is only fair we do so in return. A warning: you have already discovered this world is unlike your own. You have been transformed, though you might wish to conceal how your powers differ from other agents. We don’t particularly care one way or the other; both will achieve goals. But you may prefer it one way.” She shrugs. “Your gift of seeing has strengthened, after your death. In this world, knowing your friends and enemies is a great boon.”
She’s blending into the crowd, leading him up the steps to leave like she’s a born Assassin. “Do not allow yourself to be taken captive by the Orochi. Death, likewise, is temporary and can be a gift. Beware of dreams—they may give you what you seek or awaken the unclean.”
She turns to look to him, almost skipping, but that smile almost looks like that of a normal six-year old.
“I am glad you are not stagnant and dead, Mr. Desmond Miles. I look forward to seeing what you will become.” So, uh, they agree with Shaun, he thinks, somewhat hysterically. And then she stands on her tippy-toes and gives him a hug, and more out of bewilderment and instinct than actual choice, he hugs her back. She actually means it, is the thing, and that doesn’t make sense, but then, none of this does.
And then she floats up, t-posing at him and glowing with the same golden glow he’d thought meant Isu artifact, and then just...pops out of existence, the exact opposite of all that careful blending in she’d been doing not seconds ago.
Nobody screams. Nobody even says a word like they thought they saw something. No one even bats an eye.
Well. Okay then.
This isn't the normal Dragon contact. But then, the Dragon know more than they're saying, as per usual, and they're not treating Desmond like your average Bee|Bee-Touched because they know he isn't.
Main Points:
Assassin's Creed/The Secret World
Summary: One of the factions approaches Desmond directly.
Word Count: 820
Rating: Teen
Desmond only vaguely remembers making it to the New York subway. He had to scale a building under the watchful eyes of police officers, to get around the blockades set up around the city block, though it helped a lot that apparently none of them managed to see him with the newfound power of his. Not that Desmond particularly plans on making a habit of it, seeing as that might be the echo of the power of an Apple or something and he really doesn’t want to scramble anyone’s brains, it’s just...he’s a little more leaning toward the side of ‘not getting caught’. His own brain’s a little stuck in ‘flight’ mode right now.
And then a little girl in a grey hoodie comes to sit next to him, unafraid, and he squirms a little, because he didn’t even remember sitting down and people close to him right now feels wrong. Hell, for all he knew he’d had another Bleeding Effect episode, like he’d been dangerous to anyone around him. Not like he’d know, if he can’t really remember it.
“You’re something new, Assassin,” the little girl whispers in awe, and he freezes still, reminding himself to breathe and turn his head to look only for the little girl to be a little too close, looking him over with malicious glee, eyes slitted like a snake’s. She might look like a little street child, but this...the last time he saw something that scared him this much, it was Juno.
“Did you bring me here?” he asks quietly, and she shrugs, grin disappearing, kicking her legs.
“I wasn’t told how you got here. The Mouth of the Dragon didn’t tell me that. Only to give you a gift and a warning, and that the fact that you being here is more Chaos than we’ve ever seen, and it’s glorious. Like fireworks.” If she starts clapping her hands at the glee, he’s figuring out how to exit the subway while it’s still in motion.
“Why do you want chaos?” he asks quietly, and she narrows her eyes at him in a look that practically screams ‘you are asking stupid questions, Novice’.
“In chaos, you begin to see the patterns. In patterns, you can achieve enlightenment. When you have achieved enlightenment, you can control fate itself. Do you not wish to control fate? It hasn’t been really kind to you in the past.” The tone itself is particularly Malik, too. If Malik was a small girl, and still had both her arms, and the eyes of a snake.
He doesn’t answer, which is apparently an answer enough for her, as she nods decisively. “Your gift, then.” The subway slows, and she stands, holding out her hand, like she’s actually a normal little girl, and he takes it, uneasy. “If you need, if anyone asks, the Dragon will claim you. You are not; apparently you will work best as a free agent, but there are times during which it may benefit you to claim allegiance to one of the three, and in those times, you may claim Dragon. You have already given us more than we ever asked for, a gift that keeps giving. It is only fair we do so in return. A warning: you have already discovered this world is unlike your own. You have been transformed, though you might wish to conceal how your powers differ from other agents. We don’t particularly care one way or the other; both will achieve goals. But you may prefer it one way.” She shrugs. “Your gift of seeing has strengthened, after your death. In this world, knowing your friends and enemies is a great boon.”
She’s blending into the crowd, leading him up the steps to leave like she’s a born Assassin. “Do not allow yourself to be taken captive by the Orochi. Death, likewise, is temporary and can be a gift. Beware of dreams—they may give you what you seek or awaken the unclean.”
She turns to look to him, almost skipping, but that smile almost looks like that of a normal six-year old.
“I am glad you are not stagnant and dead, Mr. Desmond Miles. I look forward to seeing what you will become.” So, uh, they agree with Shaun, he thinks, somewhat hysterically. And then she stands on her tippy-toes and gives him a hug, and more out of bewilderment and instinct than actual choice, he hugs her back. She actually means it, is the thing, and that doesn’t make sense, but then, none of this does.
And then she floats up, t-posing at him and glowing with the same golden glow he’d thought meant Isu artifact, and then just...pops out of existence, the exact opposite of all that careful blending in she’d been doing not seconds ago.
Nobody screams. Nobody even says a word like they thought they saw something. No one even bats an eye.
Well. Okay then.
