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send me a "◆" if you like rping with me or want to someday.

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((omg all of them just look at all the beauty my eyes can't handle this.))

Good afternoon. -H

Hey, bo. -M

#assassin-desmond-miles #((Thank you for the follow c:))

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

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To prove my mother wrong: Reblog this if you're under 21.

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REBLOG IF YOU'RE A RP BLOG

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WE ARE ABOUT TO LOSE THE BATTLE.

VOTE FOR ASSASSIN’S CREED III NOW!!

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((Well fuck me, I enjoyed both games so much. But didn't BL1 already win a Game of the Year reward before? If so, my opinion might change.))

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Rules for RPing with me - For new and old RP partners.

Tell me you want to RP

Plot with me

Bug me when I don’t reply

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Haimyth removes his fedora and places it on his chest, briefly smiling as he does with everyone to keep guard down.

“Haimyth Grey, ma’am,” He responds politely.

The same cannot be said for Macajah, as he crosses his arms in a sense of disinterest and mutters, “Macajah Wright. You can call me Cage.”

Haimyth can only grit his teeth at his apprentice and swallow the urge clip the fool in his head.

“And you?” The older assassin asks.

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Tessa chuckled quietly under her breath. It was easy to see that Haimyth was the more mature of the two, while “Cage” was more so business and brunt. “Mi chiamo Tessa Varzi da Roma. A pleasure to meet you both.”

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Before Haimyth can open his mouth to reply, Macajah steals the scene to utter yet another clipped response as he leans back and looks at their surroundings, "Yeah. The same, dolly."

Haimyth sticks his tongue in his cheek to keep from saying anything offensive before smiling briefly once more, leaning in a bit towards Tessa.

"And he wonders why no dame has shown him any interest." Macajah scoffs and stares at the older man with a passion for murder in his eyes.

#veleno-fiore #((True that :P))

((I need more Assassin's Creed RP blogs to follow. Assassins, Templars, citizens, I don't care. I want to follow you and RP with you all.

))

#Assassin's Creed #Templars #RPing #((I want us to get sassy with our characters and have a good laugh))

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button-men replied to your post: button-men started following you Buona sera.

What?-M Good evening to you as well.-H ((You’re welcome! And thank you as well. c:))

Tessa looked between the two men, smiling slightly. “And you are?”

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Haimyth removes his fedora and places it on his chest, briefly smiling as he does with everyone to keep guard down.

"Haimyth Grey, ma'am," He responds politely.

The same cannot be said for Macajah, as he crosses his arms in a sense of disinterest and mutters, "Macajah Wright. You can call me Cage."

Haimyth can only grit his teeth at his apprentice and swallow the urge clip the fool in his head.

"And you?" The older assassin asks.

#((Macajah is the biggest ass))#((Full of sass))

Reasons for if I don’t reply:

I reply at the speed of molasses

I lost track of it because what is organization

I didn’t notice that you replied

I legit can not think of any way to continue and awkwardly stepped away

I’ve already mentally replied to you and wandered into the depths of distractions and forget

((I keep planning to write little fanfic scenes with Macajah and Haimyth, but I never get to it. Two I have in mine are real dark and I feel it will really bring out Haimyth's true personality because much of what is on the outside is a facade.))

#Haimyth is a dark character on the inside #Macajah is just cocky and a jackass and really doesn't have anything to hide

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You're more than just people I roleplay with. You're my friends, I care about you, I worry about you, I think about you, and I love you. Never forget that.

((Happy birthday, Haytham))

((You ass))

#((But I still love you))#((Mostly))

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((shhshshhshh you’re doing great ok you’re really good))

Ziio returned Haimyth’s smile, just as subtle as it had appeared the last time, and disappeared when he became solemn. She assumed that unfond memories had awoken and the thought of his hometown.

“Chicago… I have not heard of that place. Yet I am sure I would be able to handle myself. I have been around white men before, and no doubt will be among more in the future.” She crossed her arms once again, it being her go-to stance of comfort and stability. “Especially if they are filled with men as easily winded as you.” She smirked, raising an eyebrow, and looked him up and down. “It would be an easy fight.”

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((You are too kind. I do feel a bit rusty in the RP business, but I’ll find away to make these pants comfortable again.))

He gives out a sharp laugh, thinking of the truth knotted so visibly in the statement. Drunkards and the portly shape of some of the bootleg gang members are certainly easy to handle. Even for himself. Being that he resides in a speakeasy most of his time, his fair deal of bar fights were easy to overcome. His skills in melee pounded so deeply with his head when he was a young Assassin did not even become necessary to use to put up with state of some of the men he has fought against.

“Okay,” He says, placing his hands on his waist. “You got me there. Though, if you wanted to visit, your attire would have to change.” He motions to her garments with a wave of his hand. “You are no flapper, that is for sure. The ladies would never stop gumming if they saw you.”

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Ziio gives a slight glare at his hand, and glances down at her clothing, picking at the edges closest to her collar bones for a stray fiber.

“What is wrong with my clothing? It is symbolic of my tribe, and nobody in the towns nearby think twice about it.” She readjusts her long braids and continues, “I made them myself, from deer and bear pelt I hunted with my own two hands. It is customary. It is also one of the finest pieces of clothing in the whole village. I spent days on it. I’m sure one of your… what did you say? Flappers? Could not say that about their own attire.” Ziio tilted her chin up with pride in her clothing. The women of the tribe had always been envious of her own skills, and she had practiced years before she had such expertise.

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Haimyth’s brow furrows and he instantly regrets saying anything at all. Not only is she stern, she has a bite. He places his hands out half-heartedly in front of him as if he were surrendering and shakes his head.

“I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with it,” He replies, inwardly cursing himself for his previous comment. “Just that it would be…unusual. Alien.” He sighs defeated and pinches the bridge of his nose, unsure if he just made matters worse. He did not want to set the woman on a tangent and face what ever wrath he had coming for him as he is certain, despite his age old skills, would not end well. Plus, he had morals for goodness sake. He was not about to go around fighting a lady. He drops his hand back to his side and waves weakly at her dress once more.

“You look lovely, Ziio,” He mutters. “I quite sure you would make a statement.”

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Ziio watches the man struggle with his words, finding the endeavor amusing. Her lips twitch slightly, and she listens to his strung-together sentences. She analyzes how easily she would be able to defeat this man; he seemed well-trained, yet rusty, as was shown with his lack of breath during his lesson. He had been in fights before, it seemed, the proof shown on his face. Most people would be frightened; Ziio was used to well-worn faces with scars from previous battles.

Her arms cross across her chest once again, all clues of amusement dropping from her expression as he focused on her, his face showing defeat.

“Thank you, Haimyth.” Ziio mused, knowing he was only saying that to prevent starting anything violent, verbally or physically.

“I am certain if you walked into an English civilization wearing those,” she motioned towards his figure, “you would get many an odd look; alien, even.” she gave a slight, one-sided smirk at her recycling of his words.

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Haimyth cannot help but smile briefly at her statement, her ability to be clever in her responses something he has seen in only few women back home. All of which are part of the Creed and it takes him by slight surprise they exist at all outside it. He takes the fedora from his head, somehow still gripping after the exertion he has put himself through, and places it on his chest, giving a small nod of his head.

"It was a pleasure to met you, Ziio," Haimyth says. "And I hope you enjoyed the dance, as short and sweet as it was."

#thestrongziio #ZiiO #Haimyth Grey #Charleston Lessons #((oh god she would look really strange))

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