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@nokemonoda
It looks a bit like a train.
...bit like a person.
....a bit like the strangest thing he’s seen in the entire world before.
So, Jacob does what Jacob does best and kicks the metal...whatever it is in what he assumes to be it’s shin, only to find that it was a lot harder then he expected it to be.
In between wincing in pain, Jacob laughs.
“I can’t believe I find myself bested by a human train. The mere thought of it is ridiculous...”
@chorlal
“I hardly consider myself a proper christian ---but good Lord why do you have metal cones sticking out of your head? Is this some new cruel prank or are you with the circus? ....Doesn’t that make it difficult to clear doors?”
@thecowbxy
Now here was a gentleman he could rub elbows with! Suited but without the air of a man who would avoid sneezing if the scientists ask him too.
Jacob plunks himself down beside the man at the glossy wood bar table and flashes the stranger a wry smile as the bartender nods in greeting (he’s been coming here enough that she knows him like a good friend) and slides him a foaming ale within seconds.
He tips his head and drink in acknowledgment of his company, “Here’s to the hope that the bastards who built this place get a knife in their back. Sooner rather than later, I hope.” and promptly chugs his ale.
@remedence
If there was any area of social interaction that Evie had him beat, it was in dealing with children. Jacob liked kids, but he was hardly the fatherly type and found himself getting into spats or scaring them off more than he succeeded in currying their favour.
But, after a good three minutes of watching the girl attempt to coax the stray dog out of his hiding spot, Jacob could no longer stand idle.
With his usual confident swagger, Jacob approached the young woman and patted her shoulder warmly.
“You try and pet him like that with you hand open and he’ll think you intend to hit him, love.”
He crouches down so that he is eye level with the dog, sticks his hand into his left pocket “-no that’s the breadcrumbs-” and then into his right and pulls out a tinfoil wrap that he opens up to reveal a small collection of chicken wings that soon has the dog inching closer until he starts scarfing down the meat and scratches behind the dogs ears.
“Easy, see? The fastest way to a beasts heart is through it’s stomach. Carry your leftovers with you and you’ll be friend to anything with a mouth.”
@impetuousassassin
Perhaps she was able to tell Jacob was in the city because she could sense it, being his twin sister and all. Or perhaps it was obvious from the trail of destruction he left in his wake. Either way, Evie was somehow certain that her twin had finally joined her in this city and while she wanted to be angry with him, she couldn’t help but to be relieved. It had taken him long enough honestly. This time he was far later than four minutes, though she had come to expect that from her younger brother.
She had been able to track him down after running into a car accident, civilians speaking of a man in a top hat who had recklessly climbed atop the vehicles. He was farther off now, but her vision quickly located him and targeted him. Now it was only a matter of catching up, and she had always been the faster of the two, or so she would claim.
Soon enough she was behind him, in position to tackle him as she would an opponent. She wasn’t going to, but she did seriously consider it for a moment.
“Jacob. You know, you won’t become a master assassin if you’re able to be tailed so easily.”
Evie grinned, her words more teasing than scolding this time.
“I’ve missed you. Though I suppose I was better able to understand those four few peaceful minutes of infancy now… Either way, I assume we have a lot of catching up to do, yes?”
“I’ve been here for nearly two weeks and with my research, you should be able to adjust to the city and this time period in a few days at most. Ah, right, the time period… Clearly, it isn’t 1868- rather, most people claim the year to be 2015, I believe? And with that in mind, there’s obviously a good deal of technology to familiarize yourself with along with culture and…”
Unaware that she was rambling without giving her brother a second to speak, she continued on.
Ah, Evie. He was certain she would make her presence known to him sooner or later; give it to the elder twin to arrive in a place akin to hell earlier than him.
He returned her impish grin with a matching one of his own. Memories of her grabbing his sides and making him jump as children filter in and out of his mind like the flicker of a candle, and he gives her a tip of his hat in mock imitation of a greeting befitting the “lady” she is in title only.
“Are you going soft on me in your matronly years, Evie? Ten years younger and you would have tackled me and left me in stitches begging for you to stop your terrible ticklish assault.”
Jacob pulls a bit of dried meat from his pocket (nicked from the hands of a rather brutish citizen after he became familiar with the ground) takes a bite and offers the snack to his sister without even thinking about it. Sometimes she refuses after she seeS lint, sometimes she throws manners out the window and takes him up on it.
He whistles when she debriefs him on the state of the place they’re in.
“I thought I had somehow winded up in the Americas, but this is even worse. 2015 and they still can’t brew a decent draft beer? Shameful. Who cares about the culture of this place if the nightlife is dead and the fights are with people who can barely hold themselves up? We need to change the culture, thats what.”
well, this isn’t my first time round the bend and i’m sure it isn’t yours’ either (if not then my apologies!). so you all know the drill; like this for a starter from mr. jacob frye of varying length. no cap for this at the moment but if i get terrified of the number like the wee lamb i am, i will retract that statement.
i’m super excited to be writing jacob, but can be a bit much to handle so if your starter is a bit too chaotic feel free to ask me to revise it. also: all starters will be spoiler free unless you indicate otherwise!
my apologies if my last attempt at sending this in went through! but, here is jacob frye from assassin's creed: syndicate! his app can be found under /app or the button labelled "database"
Welcome to the hive, Jacob!
You will be housed in apartment a-5.
You will retain the ability to utilize eagle vision up to three times per day, for up to thirty seconds each use. You will also be given a pair of leather gauntlets. For your first week in the city, every time you say the word ‘rooks’, a non-fatal electric shock will be delivered to your body.
Enjoy your stay!
– mod 『 』
