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And you didn’t invite me. I’m disappointed in you, Shaun.
You were what-? But Clay’s- Clay’s dead. How can that happen?
And that woman over there appears to have her head decorated with solid gold limes. This isn't precisely the world we're used to, is it?
I'm not even certain I can be positive you're the Rebecca that I know anymore.
I sincerely doubt that satisfaction could resurrect a person, however. And in my experience, curiosity is generally the downfall in our chosen career, is it not?
That said.. I’m not necessarily one to throw stones about that, am I?
I was going to say something about that. /grin widens slightly/ So you’re here too, huh? I was wondering what happened. Wherever here is. /gestures vaguely to the oddly-dressed people of the Capitol/
/shrugs dismissively and stares around with her, somewhat scowling still./
I'm not entirely certain what sort of fluxuation is going on with reality as of late.. A week ago I believe I was in California.
Not to even mention I was reunited with.. eh.. Clay. There..
guyfawkes84 replied to your post: Aaah, I should’ve expected to see you turn up soon. Couldn’t keep your curious little nose out of things, could you?
You remember the axiom about that cat, no? What happened to it when it got too curious?
Oh, yeah, totally— And satisfaction brought it back.
I sincerely doubt that satisfaction could resurrect a person, however. And in my experience, curiosity is generally the downfall in our chosen career, is it not?
That said.. I'm not necessarily one to throw stones about that, am I?
Alright. I've been searching through the tags on this bloody site and the least so say I'm a bit irked.
I happen to search for Caterina Sforza.. That means I want to read up on the Tigress of Forli. The illegitimate daughter that grew up to be a sort of warrior goddess of her era.
I don't, however, want to see image clips of some random tart in some dress you think that Countess Sforza might wear were she alive in modern times.
Nor do I care about some bloody Skinemax show that people evidently only watch for eye candy. (Though Jeremy Irons.. I'll give it a chance perhaps.)
NOR most importantly, do I care about some bloody stupid video game I wont even go into the details of because it looks so fucking sophomoric I can barely keep my stomach settled.
I want to read about Caterina's valiant defense against Cesare Borgia's assault on Forli. I want to read about the actions of the Regent of Forli, and her interactions with the Medici... I want to see details on her life and death and the legacy she left behind.
I don't want to see all that ridiculous fluff.
OOC:
GOOD LORD THERE ARE A LOT OF YOU NEW FOLLOWERS.
Unfortunately Tumblr doesn't wanna show me the new ones, so go ahead and send me an Ask.
<3
...Tagging some of you.
notinsync replied to your post: Yeah, I talked to her a bit..
y-You did?
Where?
Favorite pastimes?
Well ideally curling up with a good book and cuppa makes me sound somewhat effeminate, but I'd much prefer that than a testosterone off with some other more ape-like men would.
Did you... see Lucy yet?... ((I think I win))
N-no... No I havent... H-..
Have you? ((ogmnfdhjgsdgf you might))
guyfawkes84 liked your post: Is there anyone in particular than you want to sleep with here?
Is it you, Shaun? Nosy.
I promise you with all of my being that query was not from me.
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An eyeroll connected to the ligaments in his shoulders made his entire frame bend slightly in defeat.
“Jack, my words will be the death of me, I promise you that. I didn’t mean… any of that. We are friends.”
Shaun shoved up from the wall and hovered awkwardly only a foot or so from Jack, not entirely sure what the correct course of action was at this point, but settled for a somewhat heavy handed shoulder touch, allowing his palm to rest on the man’s coat.
Jack pulls a soft smile and mirrors Shaun’s gesture, with a gentle rub for good measure. It’s too difficult to stay angry at Shaun when Jack is so glad to see color in his face again.
“You’re forgiven, you little ass. Now do you wanna have a beer and catch up or not?”
With a short spike of breath sucked through his teeth he plastered on a pretty decent smile, inspired by the missing feeling of guilt in his gut.
"That sounds lovely."
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He tilts his head slightly “Salve”
//stands there for just a moment then tenses up all over, a somewhat horror stricken expression pealing over his face.//
"S-salve, Maestro."
C’mooon, I’m not always a douche.
Besiiiides, my ancestors miss you too. Don’t want to let them down, do you?
I’d rather have nothing more to do with anything regarding Altair nor Ezio nor Connor.
..especially not Connor.
We do not have the company of Connor, here, amico mio. Just the three of us, thankfully.
Any others and Desmond’s head might rupture.
...Right.
You remember how much I adore the spooky ancestors peaking out, right?
Shaun hesitates. His mouth, once more, over stepped his mind and he wished immediately he could’ve just plucked the words from the air and stuffed them back down his throat and choked on them. His flush drained from his face more rapidly than it had appeared.
“I.. Jack. I didn’t mean…”
Jack’s face settles into a more neutral expression, but he can’t coax the gravel out of his voice.
“I know you didn’t mean—”
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Believe me, I’d love to be around for you more. But, hey, that doesn’t work, so I’m sorry. I should never have gotten involved with you but I wanted to help.”
An eyeroll connected to the ligaments in his shoulders made his entire frame bend slightly in defeat.
"Jack, my words will be the death of me, I promise you that. I didn't mean... any of that. We are friends."
Shaun shoved up from the wall and hovered awkwardly only a foot or so from Jack, not entirely sure what the correct course of action was at this point, but settled for a somewhat heavy handed shoulder touch, allowing his palm to rest on the man's coat.
