Interlude: Chaos Theory 101
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Assassin's Creed/The Secret World
Summary: Desmond takes a break to hang out in Seoul, but even that's more enlightening than he anticipated.
Word Count: 670
Rating: Teen
He probably could have gone back to ‘his place’, in London, but he’d feel weird, especially if he ran into Rebecca or Shaun. He’s carefully not considering why. That’s for later, and anyway, he’d get tempted to just...hang out, and not actually go back to what he’s doing. Given Shaun’s offer, the guy probably wouldn’t care, but his instincts are saying that something big is going on in Kingsmouth and he can’t afford to get sidetracked.
Just like with the painkillers, the Dragon are probably watching him with delight. Well, at least they’re watching, and unlike the Templars, they’re not even bothering to attempt to be subtle about it. The silent monks are just kind of there, watching him, everywhere he goes. (They’re silent because their mouths are sewn shut. He kind of hadn’t been in a frame of mind to notice last time, but now that he has, he very much doesn’t like it, in the way that has him itching to stab someone, and the most disconcerting part of it all is that he’s pretty sure he could stage a full-blown ‘Dragon rebellion’ and they wouldn’t care.)
But he ends up going to the hotel he vaguely remembers having seen. There’s karaoke downstairs, which looks like fun. There’s also a rumpled, miserable looking professor who turns out to be the Dragon’s historian, Jin Jae-Hoon, only he’s a prisoner, and how he became one sounds an awful lot like how Abstergo had ‘recruited’ Lucy. Desmond hadn’t meant to stay this long listening to him, but he can’t just walk away, and this encounter also has him feeling stabby. Given that the Dragon mostly just want Jae-Hoon to create a history of the Secret World for them to have more data to go off, the responsible Mentor memories of Desmond say that the Dragon might be appeased if he could work out some sort of data-sharing arrangement, because even assassinating people might not be enough to fix this.
He does pat the guy on the shoulder as he gets up from the couch, though. “Chaos means anything can happen, right? I wouldn’t count on a cage remaining the same forever.”
“I wouldn’t do anything rash—!” the man responds with alarm, but Desmond’s already walking up to the counter and checking out a room with some of the Pax Romana the Dragon have been practically throwing at him. It’s not like he’s going to do anything immediately, anyway. This is the kind of extraction that requires time and planning.
He suspects he knows what Shaun meant about the ‘seduction’ thing, too, when the lady in the red dress behind the counter smiles and asks if he doesn’t want company. She doesn’t insist, though, and as pretty as she is there’s something about her that makes him nervous, and not just because she’s so pretty.
Still, even though he’s beginning to dislike how they do most of the rest of what they do, they sprung for a really nice shower, big enough that he doesn’t feel cramped, but not so big that it’s freezing in there.
The break is just enough to let him step back from the situation and realize the next step—he needs to check out Bannerman’s clinic, when he gets back to Solomon Island.
Assassin's Creed/The Secret World
Summary: Desmond takes a break to hang out in Seoul, but even that's more enlightening than he anticipated.
Word Count: 670
Rating: Teen
The shower had been really nice, luxurious even, and honestly Desmond’s pretty sure he earned it. He could’ve wandered through the empty, deserted houses looking for a working shower, but unlike the wiring, the pipes are a lot more questionable, rattling and producing no water or getting weird murky results sometimes mixed in with bits of red seaweed, which is what he’s trying to get off. It doesn’t help that it’s just a reminder of one of the parts he really didn’t like about the Villa. It was nice and all, but at least at the warehouse there was a shower. At Monteriggioni, they’d kind of had to make do with a bucket of water and a sponge, and that got nasty quick.
He probably could have gone back to ‘his place’, in London, but he’d feel weird, especially if he ran into Rebecca or Shaun. He’s carefully not considering why. That’s for later, and anyway, he’d get tempted to just...hang out, and not actually go back to what he’s doing. Given Shaun’s offer, the guy probably wouldn’t care, but his instincts are saying that something big is going on in Kingsmouth and he can’t afford to get sidetracked.
Just like with the painkillers, the Dragon are probably watching him with delight. Well, at least they’re watching, and unlike the Templars, they’re not even bothering to attempt to be subtle about it. The silent monks are just kind of there, watching him, everywhere he goes. (They’re silent because their mouths are sewn shut. He kind of hadn’t been in a frame of mind to notice last time, but now that he has, he very much doesn’t like it, in the way that has him itching to stab someone, and the most disconcerting part of it all is that he’s pretty sure he could stage a full-blown ‘Dragon rebellion’ and they wouldn’t care.)
But he ends up going to the hotel he vaguely remembers having seen. There’s karaoke downstairs, which looks like fun. There’s also a rumpled, miserable looking professor who turns out to be the Dragon’s historian, Jin Jae-Hoon, only he’s a prisoner, and how he became one sounds an awful lot like how Abstergo had ‘recruited’ Lucy. Desmond hadn’t meant to stay this long listening to him, but he can’t just walk away, and this encounter also has him feeling stabby. Given that the Dragon mostly just want Jae-Hoon to create a history of the Secret World for them to have more data to go off, the responsible Mentor memories of Desmond say that the Dragon might be appeased if he could work out some sort of data-sharing arrangement, because even assassinating people might not be enough to fix this.
He does pat the guy on the shoulder as he gets up from the couch, though. “Chaos means anything can happen, right? I wouldn’t count on a cage remaining the same forever.”
“I wouldn’t do anything rash—!” the man responds with alarm, but Desmond’s already walking up to the counter and checking out a room with some of the Pax Romana the Dragon have been practically throwing at him. It’s not like he’s going to do anything immediately, anyway. This is the kind of extraction that requires time and planning.
He suspects he knows what Shaun meant about the ‘seduction’ thing, too, when the lady in the red dress behind the counter smiles and asks if he doesn’t want company. She doesn’t insist, though, and as pretty as she is there’s something about her that makes him nervous, and not just because she’s so pretty.
Still, even though he’s beginning to dislike how they do most of the rest of what they do, they sprung for a really nice shower, big enough that he doesn’t feel cramped, but not so big that it’s freezing in there.
The break is just enough to let him step back from the situation and realize the next step—he needs to check out Bannerman’s clinic, when he gets back to Solomon Island.
