Behind You

If you are an ally, welcome. If you are a visitor, tread carefully. If you are an enemy, run. ((Assassins' Creed AU Zexion. See About page for more info.))

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Blind Ignorance | M!A | OPEN

[assassinnumbersix]

Zexion froze at the Master’s words, hands halfway up and eyes wide. “It’s Zexion. I was just passing through.” Better not to anger the better fighter-he stood little chance of coming out alive, much less intact. And besides, something was definitely wrong here.

Then the man stood, and Zexion got a good look at his eyes. His lips tightened, and he slowly lowered his hands. “Master? Have you been blinded?”

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                                               ”Your skills of observance are remarkable, Zexion.”

     Altair muttered bitterly, shaking his head with an exasperated sigh.

                      “Who taught you your ways? William? I wouldn’t be surprised.”

     He continues darkly, his dislike of the man coming clear in his tone; William would never be a close friend of the assassin, or never, in fact, particularly liked.

     Finally, withering under his own anger and hatred for the circumstances of the situation, he shakes his head again and sighs once more, this time his sheer exhaustion becoming obvious.

                        “It was done by magics, it seems, and is to last some more than a day.”

[assassinnumbersix]

It took Zexion a moment before he could speak without the urge to tear into Altair. There were few things that infuriated him more than people insulting his former cell, but the Master likely didn't know he had done it. And besides, he had been blinded-something that would make even a normal human...irritable. So instead, Zexion murmured, "It is impolite to speak ill of the dead, Master. I highly doubt William even knew of my existence when I was training."

"Magics? I...wasn't aware that existed." There was no disbelief in his tone, only honest confusion. A moment later, he simply shook his head. "It does not matter. Would you like help until this is over, or do you want me to leave you alone for the day?"

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Blind Ignorance | M!A | OPEN

                “State who you are and what your business is here.”

     The assassin barked lowly, his teeth bared in a challenging grimace as he sat, staring blankly at the floor. Where hazel eyes once resided a pale replacement now existed - the sure sign of his disability, but he wasn’t about to let it stop him from doing what needed to be done.

     Standing, Altair turned towards the sound of another human presence; the telltale breathing and footsteps of another person. Though he relied mostly on sight, his other senses had been honed to allow him the best advantages in battle. However, he was glad he wasn’t in solitary battle at the moment, and liked to believe he wouldn’t be anytime soon. Just because he had the ability to fight blind didn’t mean he intended to use it. 

[assassinnumbersix]

Zexion froze at the Master's words, hands halfway up and eyes wide. "It's Zexion. I was just passing through." Better not to anger the better fighter-he stood little chance of coming out alive, much less intact. And besides, something was definitely wrong here.

Then the man stood, and Zexion got a good look at his eyes. His lips tightened, and he slowly lowered his hands. "Master? Have you been blinded?"

[assassinnumbersix]

((I feel like I should apologize for Zexion when he's a jerk. So...preemptive apology to future partners, and current apology now for current partners?))

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"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What does it look like I’m doing?”

[assassinnumbersix]

"It looks like you're about to ruin a very important hard drive," he growled softly. "So, if you wouldn't mind, please put it down."

[assassinnumbersix]

+xofthecreed

[assassinnumbersix]

Zexion’s eyes followed the gesture, and his frown went from suspicious to thoughtful. Of all the things that the Templars were skilled at imitating, the hidden blade was not one. And the one on Altair’s arm was work that even the Assassin’s could not reproduce today.

So while it raised several new questions, he allowed the blade to be all the proof he needed and bowed. “My apologies for the suspicion, Master. I have had far too many problems with Templars to be able to trust people I have just met. So, what does William want this time?” A small, slightly bitter smile crossed his face. “More Animus usage data? Or perhaps some diverted funds?”

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                              “There have been Templar movements in the area, and he wants you regroup back at at base. Until then, he wants you protected, as an asset.”

     Which, as an asset, they couldn’t afford to lose. All lone assassins in the field had been partnered up until the Templar movement had passed, and a mandatory regroup had been requested by the Master until a investigation could be completed. Altair was ‘lucky enough’ to be able to leave base in search for his charge, a fellow assassin called Zexion, who appeared now to be as bitter as described.

                 ”I don’t plan on disturbing your work, but I will be here until we can move on.”

[assassinnumbersix]

Of course there were. And of course instead of letting him lay low they'd make him move and thereby risk his cover as a student. Zexion sighed softly and closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to snap again. When he was sure he was calm, he said, "My work can be done anywhere there is an internet connection. I just need transportation." He looked up at the master. "Do you have that, or will we have to wait?"

[assassinnumbersix]

Death, Thou Shall Die

[assassinnumbersix]

"I am. But…I miss being active." He sighed softly. "I miss helping in a tangible way. This…I know it saves lives, but it’s not enough.” He wasn’t asking to be out every day on missions, but more than once a year would be nice.

As they joined the cafe line, he cocked his head. “Recon? Where?” Perhaps he could help; if not by being there, then at least by making sure her maps were completely up-to-date.

[torewindtime]

"Ah." She had some experience with that feeling after she and the others had gotten out. In her case it had not been permanent though. Her broken ribs had healed, as had her head wound. "I understand that, and i am sorry that you are not as active as you would like to be."

Xeha got into the line at the cafe with Zexion and continued the conversation. “Not to far from here. There’s a business that has been working with Abstergo that I have been asked to watch.”

[assassinnumbersix]

"Thanks. That's...nice to hear." Few agreed with her-Aeleus was the only one who he could think of off the top of his head. He was grateful for both of their sympathy. "Hopefully it'll change soon."

He perked slightly at her explanation. "Really? May I ask where?"

[assassinnumbersix]

Headcanon #7

Zexion is not allowed out on many missions. Therefore, he tends to be rather bitter toward the higher-ups in the Order.

[plottingyourdownfall]

Hacked || Assassinnumbersix

[assassinnumbersix]

The footsteps in the hall made him freeze. How in the world did someone get here that fast? There’s no way…

He shook his head, hard. Never mind that. Someone’s in your apartment. You need to get them out. Now. With that in mind, he set aside the harddrive and strapped on his hidden blade. Moving silently, he crept to the door, paused, then flung it open and sprang out, blade out and ready to stab…

…into his own face.

[plottingyourdownfall]

Teleportation was a wonderful way to get places in an instant. It was also his favorite acquired ability since it was useful in many different situations. He heard the door fly open, and he teleported behind the other, as a knee-jerk reaction, before the blade could reach his face. It was very, very odd to see another version of himself. “I believe you have stolen some information from my database.”

[assassinnumbersix]

Zexion skidded to a stop and spun, eyes very wide. This...was well outside the realm of his experience. People didn't just teleport, after all-at least, not as far as he knew.

And to compound his problems, this double seemed to be from Cadmus, and knew about the hack. For a moment, he considered running for the window to his left, but he had a feeling that his jump would be easily intercepted. "I doubt I managed to save any information, actually. Now, who are you, and how did you get in here?"

[raging-woodcock-deactivated2019]

Girl look at that body,

Girl look at that body,

Girl look at that body,

We should probably call the police who knows how long it’s been in the river.

[carreesi-deactivated20210121]

people say that German sounds so angry but then there are words like “Kichererbsen” which literally means “giggle peas” 

german u r so misunderstood

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[mournus]

You think you know death, but you don’t. Not until you’ve seen it, ’til you’ve really seen it. It gets under your skin and lives inside you. There’s nothing you can do. Nothing.

- Cook. Rise, part two (via athisbest)

[assassinnumbersix]

Zexion barely twitched as the man below him started moving. He was beginning to rethink the idea that the man was homeless. He wasn’t sure why, but it just didn’t feel right. Seeing the man’s face only confirms that, and brings the nagging feeling that he should know this face.

He shrugs slightly at the question, eye flicking away from the man’s face to do a slow scan of the area. “I’m not exactly enjoying myself, but the chance to show idiot thieves why you don’t steal from sleeping men is not unpleasant. And yourself? You seemed to be having a nice nap there.” His tone remains just this side of polite, an edge of admonition finding its way in despite his best efforts.

[scorchedcreed]

Slowly sitting up, Desmond frowns a tad and yawns. Jesus, what time was it? Had to be about midnight judging from the sky. The man on the bench answers him and it brings a wry smile to the phoenix’s face, amusement barely hidden. “Oh yes, gotta love the feel of wood digging into your flesh as you sleep,” he answers easily enough before turning and standing on his feet, stretching a bit. 

"Not that I had anything to steal to begin with," this is an afterthought, an absent remark. Why the man had decided to keep an eye on him while he was sleeping was beyond Desmond’s comprehension at the moment, being as he was half awake.

Eh, let humans do as they like.

[assassinnumbersix]

"If you're used to it, you can sleep through anything." Zexion doesn't allow himself to get used to it, of course, because an Assassin who sleeps soundly through anything is a prime target for Templars. Not to mention that nightmares about your friends dying tend to prevent anything but light sleeping anyway.

As the other man stands, Zexion jumps off the back of the bench. His left sleeve catches on a nail halfway through, and he has to tug it down to hide the hidden blade there. The motion is quick, and a moment later he does his best to distract from it with a response. "Perhaps, but apparently the thief I chased off was desperate enough to check. Or perhaps he thought you were drunk instead of homeless-though one sniff would easily tell him otherwise."

[plottingyourdownfall]

Hacked || Assassinnumbersix

[assassinnumbersix]

He’d barely gotten anywhere in the database before an alert popped up in the upper corner of the screen. Someone was trying to trace his hack, and doing so with alarming accuracy. None of his attempts to stop it worked, forcing him to unplug the computer. At another time, he might’ve cursed the loss of the data he had gathered, but right now, all he could think about was getting out with whatever information he could. He yanked the external harddrive from the desktop and slid it into his pocket, then hurried to his bedroom. Even if they had figured out where he was, it would take anyone at least ten minutes to reach his apartment-more than enough time to destroy the internal harddrive, pack essentials, and get out.

[plottingyourdownfall]

Mere moments after Zexion had traced the hack to its origin he appeared in the location. The room was empty of people, but there was a desktop. Everything with it seemed to be in order. Who ever it was more than likely used an external harddrive. They seemed smart enough for that. He walked out of that room and paused when he heard noise coming from another.

[assassinnumbersix]

The footsteps in the hall made him freeze. How in the world did someone get here that fast? There's no way...

He shook his head, hard. Never mind that. Someone's in your apartment. You need to get them out. Now. With that in mind, he set aside the harddrive and strapped on his hidden blade. Moving silently, he crept to the door, paused, then flung it open and sprang out, blade out and ready to stab...

...into his own face.

[assassinnumbersix]

Death, Thou Shall Die

[assassinnumbersix]

"I’ve been mainly doing research and hacking for the Assassins. Even though I passed my Trial, they don’t want me out on missions." He knew their logic-a weak arm and a blind eye were liabilities, and they didn’t want him burdening anyone else.

Never mind the fact that as of yet, he had been detected once out of more than one hundred times when he had gone to see Lexaeus and Vexen and had decided to sneak in. And never mind that his arm was only a problem in rain or cold-he was crippled, and therefore useless.

He shook his head, dismissing the thoughts, then glanced at Xeha. “And you? Anything interesting?”

[torewindtime]

"Those are necessary things that I am sure you are quite good with, if memory serves me right." Xeha nodded. That was to be expected since he now had a blind eye and a weakened arm. Even with those things he seemed perfectly capable from the small amount that she had seen. Then again she really had only seen a small amount. "I’ve been doing more field work than anything like that. Recently they’ve had me running reconnaissance." 

[assassinnumbersix]

"I am. But...I miss being active." He sighed softly. "I miss helping in a tangible way. This...I know it saves lives, but it's not enough." He wasn't asking to be out every day on missions, but more than once a year would be nice.

As they joined the cafe line, he cocked his head. "Recon? Where?" Perhaps he could help; if not by being there, then at least by making sure her maps were completely up-to-date.

[assassinnumbersix]

The Hawk and the Merlin

[assassinnumbersix]

"It’s all right-I understand completely." Head injuries were never fun, especially when combined with smoke inhalation. The simple fact that Ven could remember anything boded well, though, and Zexion had no doubt this would pass soon.

"I…well, I didn’t really get out." He sighed, looking up at the sky and partially revealing his blind eye. "The Master hid me after he stopped a couple of Templars from killing me. I waited until the noise died down, then snuck out." He shook his head, re-concealng his eye, then smiled. "But we’re both here now, and that’s what’s important."

[waywardwindreturned-archive-dea]

Ventus frowned, not linking that blinded eye. But the other was alive, and in the end that’s all that really mattered, right?

He nodded while he listened, trying to remember but drawing up a blank. “I’m sorry… Really.” He wished he could say more, but all his words failed him. “If only I could have helped more… I mean, I think I did what I could then, but even now I can’t do much.”

The blond gave a bittersweet smile, before gently ruffling Zexion’s hair. “I’m just happy you’re safe and sound right now, ‘Enzo.” The nickname rolled off his tongue easily, as if he had said it thousands of times before.

[assassinnumbersix]

"If you'd tried to help more, you would be dead." There was no question in Zexion's mind about that. After all, the Master was dead, and he had been the best out of all of them.

The nickname made him smile. He still remembered how he'd gotten it, and he wondered if Ventus would be able to. "As am I. And I'm glad to have found you, Ven."