♕; Descending

Born an assassin, he ran from his lineage, but in the end he ended up reliving the lives of his ancestors. One cannot escape their destiny.

[synchronouseagle-blog]

Was the man ignoring him? What kind of a yokel was this guy? “Mi scusi? You talk as if I am il fantasma, as if I am not here. At least have the decency to look upon your betters, Recruit.”

[desynching]

Even though the other was speaking in Italian, Desmond could clearly understand it. Who was Ezio speaking to? Was he still in the Animus? Was this a dream? His head began to pound from all the questions flooding to the forefront of his mind, and it didn't help that when he looked up the Italian Assassin was standing right before his eyes. What the fuck was going on?! This wasn't a phantom..was it? Without saying a word, the descendant shakily reached out his hand to see if this was all for real? "...This is a joke...This is just the Bleeding Effect....I've lost my mind..it finally happened..."

[synchronouseagle-blog]

"You wear the clothing of the Assassini and you complain of fatigue? I should strip you of your blade, boy.”

[desynching]

The descendant rubbed his eyes then his temples. Holy shit he had to be hallucinating right now. Was this another symptom of the Bleeding Effect? Shaking his head, he chuckled at himself. "Fuck, they've had me in there longer than I thought. Coulda sworn I heard Ezio."

[damnnateyou-blog]

[desynching]

"--Ugh..those sessions keep gettin' longer and longer. I'm not gettin' paid enough for this...Oh wait."

[desynching]

Headcanon: { R U N A W A Y }

As a child, Desmond's father would put him through all sorts of Assassin training to prepare him for the days to come. His father would be rough with him with his training, and wouldn't care if he got battered or bruised. His father would always rant and rave about Assassin's and Templars and Desmond was tired of it. He believed his father to be a fool, and decided he wanted his own life. At 16, Desmond ran away to New York and became a bartender. 

[desynching]

"Looks like a lively bunch tonight. I gotta be goin' crazy though. Half of these people seem like they're from a tv show."

[diabolicwaves-deactivated201308]

[ Insert name here ] started following you

[diabolicwaves-deactivated201308]

“You all look so delicious!”

[desynching]

"Whoa there, tiger."

[infusedbluesarchive-deactivated]

{ out; Going to post some narratives later. Then I’m going to work on replies. My Zack muse is on fire right now, and he’s telling me to get to work. So I’ll do that later. And I’ll work on my Desmond, and Mikasa blogs as well }

[missxmixologist]

                                               "—Hello?"

      A simple statement that could produce a simple response as the woman turned slightly to focus her eyes on the only other figure walking through the empty thoroughfare. 

[desynching]

The assassin took in the sight of the ravenette, and he canted his head slightly. Well at least there were some normal looking people here; lately, it felt as if he was in some sort of Twilight Zone with all these talking animals, and let's not get started on the giant naked people running around. "Hey there."

[princessofacorn-deactivated2013]

A lot of people found you

[princessofacorn-deactivated2013]

"Oh wow! I didn’t expect all of you here. Um Hello, My name is Sally Acorn. Who are you?" She asled

[desynching]

"I gotta be drunk or somethin'. A squirrel just talked...now that's fucked up..."

[cardtossgambit-blog]

"Have it yo’ way. Guess genetics was kind to me."

He chuckled and stashed the pack back inside of one of the many, many pockets in his trenchcoat. He looked the guy up and down. If it weren’t for the way he carried himself, Gambit would have pegged Desmond as a bad hipster. That douchey backpack was enough, but what really intrigued Gambit was the intricate bracer the man was wearing. He waved a hand casually toward the hidden blade.

"Fancy watch."

[desynching]

The assassin almost laughed at that genetics line. Damn, if only this guy knew what genetics had given him. Shaking his head, he tried not to think of the Animus. Sure, what he was doing was to save man kind, but that didn't mean he enjoyed the feeling of slowly losing his sanity because of the Bleeding Out Effect. He had asked Lucy out of jest one time about how long it was going to take for him to start writing weird symbols on the wall in blood. Sure it was out of jest, but there was a big part of him that was serious. Shaking his head, his attention turned back to the man in front of him. His brow raised slightly and he laughed. 

"Eh, not quite a watch, buddy."

[cardtossgambit-blog]

"Better’n bein’ lonely."

The thief let his inverted eyes rest upon the newcomer’s, a thin wisp of smoke trailing from the end of a lit cigarette caught between two of his fingers. He held the pack out to the man, one eyebrow arcing. “Smoke? C’n be a bit o’ a rough trip, I know."

[desynching]

"That's a good point."

His brow quirked at the sight of the newbie. Seems Desmond's eyes weren't the only ones who had an interesting quality to them. This man's eyes were black, and had crimson irises. Now that was odd; but then again, the descendant had seen weirder things in his life. When he saw the cancer sticks being extended towards him, he casually waved a hand. 

"Nah, I'm good. Rather not fuck up my lungs."

[brigantes-deactivated20131003]

ecstasies in which they forget to kiss pure on earth, but joined in heaven they are souls possessed of senses

[shirleytemplar-blog]

ain’t nobody fucking with my clique

[desynching]

a0twilight

caritas-neechan

cardtossgambit

croftlegacy

sonics-are-cool

and many others started following you

The assassin raised a brow at all the new people who had approached him. This was odd, and he knew odd pretty well. And for him to say this was odd meant that it was pretty out of the ordinary. But that was besides the point. The descendant still didn't know where he was, and he couldn't help but notice that all of these people looked as if they were from all different places. Or they looked like they were taken from a comic book. Folding his arms against his chest, he raised a brow. 

"Well aren't I the popular one."

[materiahunt]

"— so, so? anything good happen while i was gone? c’mon, don’t leave me hanging!" 

[desynching]

"Well someone's energetic this evening."

[credodeasesinos]

Assassin’s Family by ~tatsuri