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explain to me this conspiracy against me and tell me how i've lost my power Corvo Attano. Former Lord Protector of the Empress. Former assassin to the Loyalists. Protector of Dunwall. {{Indie rp blog for (Low Chaos) Corvo Attano from Dishonored. OCs and crossovers welcome. Please read Rules and Info before interaction. Current M!A: None but accepting. Tracking: maskedcrow.}}

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30 DAY COLORING CHALLENGE

Day Two: Create a coloring with the base image used twice. 

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It mattered? The brunette’s brows raised, a hand going to the hilt of his blade.

"Give me male."

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>>Acknowledged//Activating ANDY.iso

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Corvo waited for the apparent male avatar to load, arms clothed in navy blue crossing.

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A light rain had swallowed the district, tapping lightly and creating darkened dots in the assassin’s coat.

Corvo didn’t mind rain. Something comforting about it, he supposed. Perhaps its usual predictability—the signal of grey painting the sky and a muggy scent in...

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One couldn't help but flinch at the abrupt appearance of the enigmatic deity, though eyes did not widen, brows only furrowed. The Outsider's presence became enough to make even a man such as Corvo uneasy, though head glued onto his shoulders nine times out of ten. The pale being had granted him with the gift of his mark, and even though it provided him with more resourcefulness than he could ever ask for, Corvo knew the Outsider had done it merely out of play and amusement. Not to see him triumph, not to see him fall--but now it seemed the value of his entertainment towards the deity had run dry as the bottom of an empty well.

Things had become slow. Yes. Sometimes Corvo wished for the old days, the danger of hiding out, hanging and just waiting to be discovered, tricking the watch or neutralizing them with the tools at his disposal. But, in the process of being restored, Dunwall had become a glorious, golden version of its former self. Instead of lunging for his throat, men everywhere respected the sight of the empress's Lord Protector. Life had become bearable once more. He could go outside without fear or uncertainty.

Until now. At the Outsider's mention of Emily, of practically playing with the child empress, shoulders bristled. Very few were brave enough to talk back to the supernatural being, very few opposed him. But Corvo was one of a special breed.

"You will not touch Emily. I don't care if I'm in debt to you--you'll have to kill me long before you do anything to that little girl.'

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"You look about half-dead."

            { deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep sigh }

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"Question is—would it be well of me to stay away from you?"

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"That’s your decision. I just roam and keep to myself. I’m not really infectious. I just don’t feel like it.” He slyly hinted.

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"All right then, I suppose," murmured the assassin in reply, intrigued but unsure of exactly what the male meant by that. But he would play his cards the same way as always--finding out the information before deciding to strike. "You seem to be harmless enough, at any rate."

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The male before him had seen far more rough ways of life than he—the scar on his brow told that story instantly. Judging by the apparel he bore, Corvo guessed that the other had seen the sea at least six out of seven days a week. Not a respectable profession, but he couldn’t...

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"Just here on business--serve as a guard for those willing to pay for my services." Those who quarreled with his masters were always surprised to find that their so-called servant was as large as he and quite gifted with a blade. Such skills went to waste in his unemployment unless that blade didn't file into mercenary work. "Well--more like I was here on business. Can't really say I have employment any longer, to be honest with you."

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He hadn’t bothered to cast this lad a glance previously, but now dark eyes found themselves looking over when Corvo was suddenly spoken to. In all actuality, the tall male was a bit… out of his way here. The woman he was supposed to meet and spend for however long she decided to...

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The male before him had seen far more rough ways of life than he--the scar on his brow told that story instantly. Judging by the apparel he bore, Corvo guessed that the other had seen the sea at least six out of seven days a week. Not a respectable profession, but he couldn't call his own mercenary work that.

"Now that you mention it, I suppose I might be a little out of my way," answered the bodyguard, arms crossing. "I find myself wandering most days, but don't come around to Nassau often." Was he implying that he needed a guide? Perhaps.

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Chocolate hues curiously flickered over to the sound of approaching footsteps, a scarred brow raising slightly at the coming sight. “Well well, look’it what we have ‘ere. Both new an’ familiar faces graced upon my eyes. Need some assistance, do ya’?”

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Hadn't bothered to cast this lad a glance previously, but now dark eyes found themselves looking over when Corvo was suddenly spoken to. In all actuality, the tall male was a bit... out of his way here. The woman he was supposed to meet and spend however long she decided to have him around guarding her had decided after all to cancel their deal. Mood had been soured and threatened to weigh him down. He had gotten used to the feeling of always having money and everything he needed available, but ever since his last master had left for the colonies, he had found himself doing mercenary work to make ends meet instead.

The pay was shit compared to his previous standards, but it seemed it would have to do for now.

"No, I'm just passing through here, sir," he muttered, failing to suppress a sigh.

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Stealth he was good on. But perhaps… sparring. It had been a while since he had gone head to head with someone—painfully so.

"Sparring, please."

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>>Acknowledged

>>Please state gender for sparring partner

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It mattered? The brunette's brows raised, a hand going to the hilt of his blade.

"Give me male."

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Training simulations? He supposed it couldn’t hurt to try it out, see how it worked.

"All right. Might I try it?"

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>>Acknowledged

>>Please state preferred training simulation:

COMBAT

STEALTH

SPARRING

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Stealth he was good on. But perhaps... sparring. It had been a while since he had gone head to head with someone--painfully so.

"Sparring, please."

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"Well," the male sighed out, rubbing his forehead somewhat irritably, "how do you work? You just look into somebody’s memories?"

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»With permission

»Affirmative

»I also am able to create training simulations for people who request it

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Training simulations? He supposed it couldn't hurt to try it out, see how it worked.

"All right. Might I try it?"

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"You look about half-dead."

            { deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep sigh }

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[Snorts] “My mistake. You speak far too intelligibly to be the kind of sick I presumed you were.”

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"Well, I am sick. In some way. So you aren’t too far.”

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"Question is--would it be well of me to stay away from you?"

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The tall brunette snorted—Corvo really didn’t have time for dealing with this… machine.

"That sounds a little far-fetched." Sounded like something the Outsider might forcefully gift to him, actually.

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»Common reaction to words that were stated

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"Well," the male sighed out, rubbing his forehead somewhat irritably, "how do you work? You just look into somebody's memories?"

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Right, because he totally knew just what that was supposed to mean.

"Tell me what an Animus is, now. Why am I being registered for it?"

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»Standard procedure for accessing the Animus

»Animus: a projector which renders genetic memories in three dimensions

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The tall brunette snorted--Corvo really didn't have time for dealing with this... machine.

"That sounds a little far-fetched." Sounded like something the Outsider might forcefully gift to him, actually.

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Registration process? Templar? What in the name of the Outsider was this machine going on about? “… Not that I know of.”

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»Acknowledged

»User ID created and confirmed

»Welcome to the Animus

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Right, because he totally knew just what that was supposed to mean.

"Tell me what an Animus is, now. Why am I being registered for it?"

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Now, the tilt of his head. He had seen technology throughout Dunwall advanced as audiograph papers or Walls of Light, but never something to this extent—not even in the Empress’s palace.

"Corvo Attano. What are you supposed to be?"

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»Inquiries will be answered at the end of the registration process

»Searching

»Inquiry: Are you a Templar?

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Registration process? Templar? What in the name of the Outsider was this machine going on about? "... Not that I know of."

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Two dark brows furrowed, confusion settled in Corvo’s features at the inquiry from an unknown source. “… I’m sorry, but I don’t believe that’s the best idea.” Who even knew what this machine was?

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»Will set archived information to PRIVATE

»State name or alias

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Now, the tilt of his head. He had seen technology throughout Dunwall advanced as audiograph papers or Walls of Light, but never something to this extent--not even in the Empress's palace.

"Corvo Attano. What are you supposed to be?"