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“Do not thank me,” Connor said gently, pulling the other into a hug and wrapping his arms around her in an almost kind of fortress, the smell of soot and fire still present of his clothing. “Just be strong. I will protect you when the time comes.”  “Connor, she may have the guest room. If you need, grab a dress from the closet downstairs.” Achilles said quietly, the nighttime air beckoning for those in the house to rest, and Ratonhnhake:ton got up quickly to help Elizabeth to her room. He took her arm gently and let her weight fall on himself, making sure she wasn’t applying to much pressure to her aching legs, and carefully walked the other over to her new room, the entire home smelling of wildflowers and brushfires. “I will grab you some clothes from downstairs, just stay there.” Connor said softly, the birds near the window creating a sleepy chorus as the sun kissed the last clouds in the sky, and the young man’s footsteps were heard thudding on the stairs even from a whole different floor, Achilles letting out a chuckle, shaking his head in wonder. After a few moments Connor came back up the stairs holding a purple dress in his hands, beautiful in design and lovely in fabric, the young man setting it upon the bed, and Achilles looked almost painfully at it from the living room, regret lining his old eyes. “Would you like to-” “Connor.” Achilles interrupted, the Assassin’s eye turning to look at his mentor, his head tilting a bit when he noticed the older man’s expression. “Tell her to take good care of that dress.. It was Hope’s.” Ratonhnhake:ton had only heard briefly of the woman who owned the dress previous,  and seemed to look at it a bit differently, but knew Elizabeth was more than capable of caring for her clothing. “It had a weapon’s pouch in the lining in case you needed it.” Connor said, his periphery picking up that Achilles was now asleep in his chair, and the young man stepped out to grab some bandages. “I’ll be right back, just.. stay put.” Though he was sure she wasn’t going to move, the Assassin still wanted to say it, just for his peace of mind, and perhaps hers as well.

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1st First Mate  (1752 – 1755)

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Ratonhnhake:ton wheezed on the ground, but felt relief knowing Elizabeth was safely behind the Homesteads walls, praying her Templar father didn’t bring any conflict, but only smiled tiredly up at Lizzy when he felt her hand on his shoulder. “I had to make sure.. You were safe..” Connor mumbled hoarsely, a few of the Homesteaders walking over and beginning to help the young man to his feet, and Ratonhnhake:ton shuffled forward, concealing an arm inside his coat to try and avoid anxiety for the friend he just rescued.  “You should meet Achilles.. He has been my teacher..” The Assassin said quietly, just trying to focus on getting to a place to sit, the smoke from the burning building still wearing down his lungs slightly, and the burns lacing his flesh beckoning for treatment. All the same, Connor was just glad that his friend was in the safest place he knew, and that she could share this comfort he held here. 

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She had been hoping for the same thing. It frightened her to know that her father was a Templar, and it made it more so now that he knew about her aid from Connor. The last thing she wanted was a fight between the two of them. 

“I appreciate that, I truly do. But I am more worried about you than anything.” She spoke softly, helping him up along with the others despite her body’s protests to it. “Thank you though, you know, for saving me. I’d be in a lot worse shape if you hadn’t been there.” 

At the mention of the older man, she realized that she indeed hadn’t yet met him since she had known Connor. If he wished for her to meet him, she would gladly do it. “Of course. But I want to make sure injuries are taken care of first; that you’re taken care of.” She said softly, more worried for him than for herself. 

She put her arm gently around his waist, too small compared to him to reach his shoulder when he was standing, and carefully walked towards another room, one where he could at least sit properly and not on the floor. “At least sit for a little while.”

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Ratonhnhake:ton cherished the care in Elizabeth’s voice, the way she seemed to never falter in her compassion, and smiled softly when he felt her hand rest on his waist, his mind having forgotten how tall he happened to be compared to most others. “I will sit.. I just have make sure Achilles knows why we may have Templars following us..” Connor mumbled, the young man making his way up the stairs slowly to his mentor’s home, and opened the door loudly -by accident- and shuffled over to the man rocking back and forth in his new chair, the older man flicking his eyes over to the other before doing a double take in surprise. “What happened, Connor?” Achilles said worriedly, his eyes looking over to Elizabeth, and then back at the Assassin, noticing similar burn marks on their clothing. A conclusion was drawn in the mentor’s mind, and he limped over to Elizabeth after sitting Ratonhnhake:ton down, taking her arm carefully and moving her to sit next to his student as well.  “You saved her from a fire?” Achilles questioned, Connor nodding tiredly as he began to take off his singed jacket, and the older man looked at the young man wearily, knowing there was more to it than just a fire rescue.  “And I saved her from a Templar.. Who was her dad..”  Achilles took a moment to process that information, trying not to be brash in his actions much like his past, and only spoke a bit lowly to filter his concern for the Homestead. “You could have brought the entire Templar Rite on our doorstep!” “She was going to get hurt! What as I supposed to do? I could not just leave her!” A bitter familiarity rang through the room, one of conflict Ratonhnhake:ton wished didn’t exist, his amber eyes staring intensely and directly at his mentor, the older man letting out another tired sigh. “I would have done the same..” Achilles admitted, beginning to limp back over to his chair, and sat in it slowly, Connor still looking at him in waiting for a plan, an answer at the very least. “She can stay here. A friend of yours is always welcome to your home. But if the Templars cross this boundary, you will have to defend her.” A task that Connor was more than ready to do, the young man looked over at Elizabeth who sat next to himself, and put a hand on her own. “I promise, while I breathe, none of them will touch you.” The intensity in his tone surfaced from an area he hadn’t remembered for quite some time, but the fires of protection licked at his conscious, his presence singing with the fury of a warrior. No Templar would hurt Elizabeth, that much he was sure. 

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Taverns had never been Shay’s favorite abode, but the fire was warm, and the drink refreshing, even if it was more like dirty water than ale. The crowd was mostly drunk or asleep by this time, and the Irishman simply poured over letters in his possession. Hours passed like this, until the Templar spotted a tad of activity outside, his eyebrow raising upon hearing escalated voices. Not wanting to tolerate mistreatment towards the undeserving, Shay rose from his seat and quickly made his way outside to investigate.  “Hey now, leave her alone ya drunkards.” The Templar said dryly, noticing that the men harassing the young woman before him were wasted beyond their brain’s capacity, and simply shoved one of them over, the man passing out immediately. “Sorry ta cut it to ya, but you’re not even conscious enough to keep standin’. Just back away now, no one gets hurt.”  Of course the men remaining took it personally, of course they wouldn’t just run while they had the blatant chance, and Shay made quick work in knocking them out as swiftly, and efficiently as possible. After the last man was unconscious, the Irishman let out an annoyed grumbled, mentioning how these men seriously needed to invest in soap.  He turned his attention back to the woman, hoping that he hadn’t caused to much of a ruckus to not be able to return to the warmth of the tavern. “Are you alright? I’m thankful that they went down as quick as they down ale.”

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What even.  Bunch of inbred arses.  That’s what she’d have said if she had something to say about it.  Most likely, however, the woman would have had plenty to have said with her fist by the time Shay had arrived, and likely had received plenty in return.  She was a fighter, that one.  Quite a pissy little redhead ready to make due with whatever her temper would warrant worthy of a fight.

So when the man had stepped out and interjected, she backed off with a fist shoved across the underside of her nose to sweep some blood away, cursing softly with more than a few flavorful words with a diluted London accent.  Likely brought over in her youth from England, and raised in America judging by the accent alone.  Hazel eyes scan the man over cautiously, weary of his intentions.

“Better if the lot of those sods had balls enough to fight like bloody men and not fools bound for a whores nest.”  There was an Irish fire in this English woman.  She had a mix of the two in her blood if he could identify her heritage at all.

With a glance down at her clothing, somewhat torn, bloodied knuckles, and her own blood now smudged from her nose, the woman gave a faint sigh.  “Thank you.” her tone growing a bit softer with a glance tossed to Shay, and a hesitant step back away from him, “Suppose I ought to be off then.. “  She wasn’t sure about him, that much was clear.  Was he with these men?  Was this staged?  There was a lot of distrust in her eyes.. A lot of skepticism about who he could be, and now this particular location…

A raven would swoop down behind her nearby, then fly back up before circling and repeating the motion.  It does this again before finally perching on her shoulder, staring blatantly at the Irish Templar.

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Shay watched the Englishwoman before himself spill insult after insult, and chuckled at the fire the other harbored, feeling a bit more home than he realized, having missed the spitfire personality Hope used to carry. “Not a problem,” The Templar said with small nod, noticing that blood still painted the other’s bottom lip, and reached into his side pouch before she stepped away. “And ya’ve got a bit of blood on yer lip. Here’s some cloth before ya go.”  He handed the extra pieces of cloth over gently, not wanting to push the woman to stay if she wasn’t comfortable, but guilt would have wrung his system had he just let her walk away without something to stop the blood in the very least.  Suddenly a raven caught his eye, and the Irishman raised an eyebrow in curiosity the minute it landed on the other’s shoulder, stepping back a little as dark eyes seemed to bore into his very being. “Is the raven supposed ta be there?” Shay asked, noticing that it was not attacking, or doing anything harmful in the least, a conclusion being drawn in his own mind. “Is that your raven?” 

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Ratonhnhake:ton took note of the symbols lining the other’s jacket, and felt immediate comfort in knowing that there were other Assassins in the area, his amber eyes looking at the area around himself curiously. “I hope that the child gets what he needed..” Connor mumbled, still not having been used to people lining the streets of any given area, but he knew there would inevitably be people under the boot of society. He hated the thought entirely.

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Evie heard his mutterings and was touched by the concern that he had. 

“They will, just like every other in Whitechapel and, with time, more of London. Here they are looked after by a friend and are freed from dangerous labour they are trapped in whilst still earning a living. We make sure of it.” She told him with an assuring smile. No harm would come to those children as much as Evie and her brother could help it.

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Ratonhnhake:ton knew he was here on different business, that of retirement and exploration, but the older gentleman couldn’t stop himself in trying to help in any way he could, his amber eyes gazing softly at the other. “Do you need help with them?” He questioned, beginning to step forwards, be it slowly, with the other Assassin, his hands still holding the suitcase he held his luggage in. “I know I’m here on orders to relax, but that doesn’t mean I wish to. Not when these people are starving in their own streets.” The Revolution was still a fire that licked Connor’s mind every once in a while, and his aching body seemed only strong for a moment if that meant being there for the ones he cared for again. 

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Taverns had never been Shay’s favorite abode, but the fire was warm, and the drink refreshing, even if it was more like dirty water than ale. The crowd was mostly drunk or asleep by this time, and the Irishman simply poured over letters in his possession. Hours passed like this, until the Templar spotted a tad of activity outside, his eyebrow raising upon hearing escalated voices. Not wanting to tolerate mistreatment towards the undeserving, Shay rose from his seat and quickly made his way outside to investigate.  “Hey now, leave her alone ya drunkards.” The Templar said dryly, noticing that the men harassing the young woman before him were wasted beyond their brain’s capacity, and simply shoved one of them over, the man passing out immediately. “Sorry ta cut it to ya, but you’re not even conscious enough to keep standin’. Just back away now, no one gets hurt.”  Of course the men remaining took it personally, of course they wouldn’t just run while they had the blatant chance, and Shay made quick work in knocking them out as swiftly, and efficiently as possible. After the last man was unconscious, the Irishman let out an annoyed grumbled, mentioning how these men seriously needed to invest in soap.  He turned his attention back to the woman, hoping that he hadn’t caused to much of a ruckus to not be able to return to the warmth of the tavern. “Are you alright? I’m thankful that they went down as quick as they down ale.”

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Ratonhnhake:ton wheezed on the ground, but felt relief knowing Elizabeth was safely behind the Homesteads walls, praying her Templar father didn’t bring any conflict, but only smiled tiredly up at Lizzy when he felt her hand on his shoulder. “I had to make sure.. You were safe..” Connor mumbled hoarsely, a few of the Homesteaders walking over and beginning to help the young man to his feet, and Ratonhnhake:ton shuffled forward, concealing an arm inside his coat to try and avoid anxiety for the friend he just rescued.  “You should meet Achilles.. He has been my teacher..” The Assassin said quietly, just trying to focus on getting to a place to sit, the smoke from the burning building still wearing down his lungs slightly, and the burns lacing his flesh beckoning for treatment. All the same, Connor was just glad that his friend was in the safest place he knew, and that she could share this comfort he held here. 

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Terrible Choices

"I can't believe you just did that."

"You're going to do WHAT?!"

"Let me count the ways that this is a bad idea..."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"You are going to have a LOT of explaining to do over this one."

"You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time."

"So... I did something that might have been a terrible idea..."

"Do you think we could just forget last night?"

"I'm not sure what happened, but I have a feeling I know who was behind it."

"You know that little voice inside your head that tells you not to do the thing? Listen to it next time."

"You're not a teenager anymore. Stop acting like it."

"What's the worst that could happen from all this?"

"Do not talk to me again."

"It really wasn't THAT bad a decision, was it?"

"Yeah. Okay. I screwed up. Now what do I do about it?"

"Don't try to pin this all on me. WE did this. You were involved."

"You don't have that little voice that tells you when something's a bad idea, do you?"

[text] What happened? Everything's a blur.

"Please, please tell me what I did wrong."

"That was just a giant clusterfuck, wasn't it?"

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The streets of London were strikingly different to the Colonies of America, people, children, and animals lining every corner, and the smell of smoke lined the air almost constantly. The ringing of machinery was still something Ratonhnhake:ton was adjusting to, and the older Assassin pondered why every inch of land was covered in something, why nothing was left untouched. Perhaps that was just London. A scurrying of feet and a yell caught Connor’s attention, and he placed the movement approaching him to a boy not even old enough to have all of his teeth grasping a money pouch with all of his strength, and the older man moved gently in front of the footpath, taking the young man’s arm in his hand and halting the boy outright. “Do not steal, it will haunt you in the future.” Connor said sternly, taking the money purse back gingerly and reached in his own pocket for coin, handing two coins over and releasing his grip on the boy’s arm with a gentle smile, and began to make his way slowly back over to whom the pouch belonged to. “Is this yours?” The older Assassin questioned, finally standing in front of who seemed to be a woman who had been stolen from in the first place.

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Evie never felt the little hand go to her purse so was quite surprise to see it held out to her. Looking to the man, she instantly recognised the symbol of her own creed on his robes and relaxed slightly. He was a stranger but one she trusted more. She hoped he would recognise the symbol on her cape and jacket.

“Yes it is, thank you. I didn’t even notice it was taken.”

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Ratonhnhake:ton took note of the symbols lining the other’s jacket, and felt immediate comfort in knowing that there were other Assassins in the area, his amber eyes looking at the area around himself curiously. “I hope that the child gets what he needed..” Connor mumbled, still not having been used to people lining the streets of any given area, but he knew there would inevitably be people under the boot of society. He hated the thought entirely.

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Ratonhnhake:ton felt Elizabeth’s forehead rest on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around her back comfortingly, feeling the pain of loss for the both of them, and understanding it all to well, his arms trembling as he held Lizzy close, the sound of footsteps finally sounding in his ears. A stern tone caught Connor’s attention fully, and he tensed right along with his friend, his gaze snapping up to see who had approached them, and the Assassin creased his eyebrows when he saw the Templar symbol laying on the older gentleman’s clothing, his hands letting go of Elizabeth and resting at his side. “There was a fire, and Elizabeth was caught in it..” Connor said dryly, standing up slowly and then aiding his friend to her feet, his burnt skin and clothes contrasting with the other man’s proper and kept appearance.  “I helped her out of the building.” In mere moments his tone had transitioned from caring to defensive, the Assassin’s amber eyes following every move the Templar made, but still kept himself near Lizzy in case this man was someone she had no acquaintance with.

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“There was nothing you could have done, Connor.” She said softly, assuming that he was beating himself up silently about it. “I thought he was in there, that’s why I rushed in. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me. If I hadn’t run in, he would have seen me outside and never gone in after me.” That realization hit her pretty hard, and it was herself that felt responsible for what had happened. 

For several moments, she was almost afraid to look up, too afraid to see the look on her father’s face. Accepting the help from her friend, she pushed herself to her feet, though it wasn’t a very comfortable position at the current time. “Please, he speaks the truth. I would have died had it not been for him.” Her voice was soft, attempting to hide the fear in it, and make him think she had simply just been aided by the Assassin, which wasn’t entirely false either. “I realized I lost a close friend. He was trying to comfort me.”

What the poor girl hadn’t known, was that not only was her birth father, Edward Braddock, a Templar, but the one she had called her father her entire life was as well, and as soon as she took a glance towards him, that cross was all her eyes could see, a small gasp of shock passing her lips as she felt her entire world almost crash before her. “I - father…”

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“I have no quarrel with you, Templar. I just wanted to make sure she was safe, nothing more.” Connor said steadily, his tone unwavering, and his stance protective even if he didn’t intend it to be, one arm still helping to hold his friend up, but his gaze turned to her when he realized her struggle to stand. “Is one of your legs hurt?” Ratonhnhake:ton questioned in a gentle concern, kneeling down and completely passing by the man in front of himself, one hand reaching into his pouch to pull out wrappings and ointments for treatment. Then he felt the Templar’s constant and harsh gaze bore into the back of his head with a ferocity he was accustomed to with ill tempered bar goers, and curled his lip a bit before standing. “Take these, use them.” Connor said shortly, handing the wrappings to Elizabeth, but the look in his amber eyes said that this snappy tone was an act, and that normally he would be dressing the wound himself if he could, but he couldn’t risk a blade between his shoulders and a horrible punishment for his friend. 

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Templar. That single word seemed to only reinforce the truth that the man she was raised by wasn’t the man she always thought he was. It was as if her entire life had changed in a matter of seconds. He had never told her, nor had her mother. They were her parents, by blood or not, and she loved them. But after learning that bit of information, she was hurt.

“It’s just a bit of pain, Connor, I’ll be okay.” Her voice was soft, yet she could hear the slight tinge of fear in it for his safety. Apparently her father was more dangerous than she ever thought.

Her gaze had moved down as he knelt before her, quickly moving between him and her father just to be sure he wouldn’t try to hurt him. “She does not need your aid, Assassin. I will take her myself.” His tone was strict, causing Elizabeth to look back towards the ground as she carefully took the items from her friend.

“He’s just trying to help.” She thought if anything, he’d be grateful. Perhaps if it were any other person than an Assassin, he would be. The young girl could see the look in Connor’s eyes, contrasting his actions, and she understood. Her own eyes almost pleading with him, silently trying to tell him what she needed to. She didn’t want to go home with her father, and if she had to, she was leaving the first chance she got.

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Ratonhnake:ton took a moment to assess the area, a quick thought process proceeding to a course of action, and the Assassin stood still for a moment, his amber eyes looking over the Templar for weapons, and noticed a flintlock, a sword, and a small knife at the man’s boot. A launch forward, and Ratonhnhake:ton stunned Elizabeth’s father with a blow to the temple, turning swiftly back around and swooping the other in his arms carefully, beginning to run as fast as his legs would possibly carry him, dodging citizens left and right to avoid getting either of them hurt. “I’m not letting you get hurt! Not by a Templar!” Connor assured, sending all of his strength towards arriving at the Davenport homestead, knowing for sure that Achilles would take Elizabeth in there, and she would be guaranteed safe in that one area he called home. “I’ll keep you safe, I promise!”  What seemed hours of running passed, Connor never stopping until the homestead came into view, and buckled over the minute he passed the entryway, careful to not drop Elizabeth, but set her down gently on the ground, his breaths sharp and harsh from running. “You will.. Be safe here.. I promise..”  A few of the homesteaders looked over in curiosity, and walked over, concern soon lacing their expressions. “What happened?!” Some of them questioned, taking notice to the burns painting their skin and clothes.

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“I told you to let her go.” Connor said harshly and lowly, staring down the Templar before him who held someone in his grasp, his teeth baring a bit in his anger, and his bow lay gripped tight in his grasp, amber eyes tracing each step of the one who posed danger. The Templar simply scoffed, seeming to have a bigger ego than his known strength, and Ratonhnhake:ton curled his lip at the snickering, his fingers playing with the hidden blade concealed in his coat, trying to unlock the blade without notice from the other man. “If you want her so bad, then come and get her!” The other taunted, and Connor finally felt the click of the blade unlock and the hilt curl into his palm, raising it quickly,  and flicking his wrist and hand forward with a fast momentum, tackling the screaming man to ground. “I will..” The Assassin all but spat, taking the knife back and stabbing it straight in the other’s throat, then rose to feet when the Templar stopped moving and twitched. “Are you alright?” Connor questioned softly, his demeanor having had changed in mere seconds, and the Templar on the ground now stained the snow and cobblestone. 

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     How could she have been so careless?

Fear filled the young assassin’s gaze as her body trembled in feel to the recently sharpened blade against her throat. Unable to strike back, poor Maria was forced to stand and wait, placing her life within the unknown man’s hands to whom reprised himself as her rescuer.

As both hero and captor fought, Maria was thrown harshly to the ground below as her ears pricked in listen. Soon enough everything fell silent as the blonde began to worry. Who had won? Was she a free woman? Or was she bound by her captors once more?

A flood of relief claimed her body as she saw her hero prevail. “I’m fine.” She spoke, voice a little shaken as to witnessing the attack. “Who are you?” She asked.

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“Ratonhnhake:ton, but you may call me Connor if that is easier.” The Assassin said reassuringly, reaching down and pulling the young woman up gently as to not frighten her any more than she was. “If I may ask.. Why are you in the Colonies? This place is hardly safe for Assassins.” Connor didn’t quite need information to gather that the woman before him was an ally, having watched six Templar soldiers follow her in one day alone, and Ratonhnhake:ton had taken effort to trail and take out each one so none followed the newer Assassin. “Not that I don’t want you here!” He was quick to correct, a sheepish smile now lining his lips. “I just.. wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

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Ratonhnhake:ton felt Elizabeth’s forehead rest on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around her back comfortingly, feeling the pain of loss for the both of them, and understanding it all to well, his arms trembling as he held Lizzy close, the sound of footsteps finally sounding in his ears. A stern tone caught Connor’s attention fully, and he tensed right along with his friend, his gaze snapping up to see who had approached them, and the Assassin creased his eyebrows when he saw the Templar symbol laying on the older gentleman’s clothing, his hands letting go of Elizabeth and resting at his side. “There was a fire, and Elizabeth was caught in it..” Connor said dryly, standing up slowly and then aiding his friend to her feet, his burnt skin and clothes contrasting with the other man’s proper and kept appearance.  “I helped her out of the building.” In mere moments his tone had transitioned from caring to defensive, the Assassin’s amber eyes following every move the Templar made, but still kept himself near Lizzy in case this man was someone she had no acquaintance with.

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“There was nothing you could have done, Connor.” She said softly, assuming that he was beating himself up silently about it. “I thought he was in there, that’s why I rushed in. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me. If I hadn’t run in, he would have seen me outside and never gone in after me.” That realization hit her pretty hard, and it was herself that felt responsible for what had happened. 

For several moments, she was almost afraid to look up, too afraid to see the look on her father’s face. Accepting the help from her friend, she pushed herself to her feet, though it wasn’t a very comfortable position at the current time. “Please, he speaks the truth. I would have died had it not been for him.” Her voice was soft, attempting to hide the fear in it, and make him think she had simply just been aided by the Assassin, which wasn’t entirely false either. “I realized I lost a close friend. He was trying to comfort me.”

What the poor girl hadn’t known, was that not only was her birth father, Edward Braddock, a Templar, but the one she had called her father her entire life was as well, and as soon as she took a glance towards him, that cross was all her eyes could see, a small gasp of shock passing her lips as she felt her entire world almost crash before her. “I - father…”

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“I have no quarrel with you, Templar. I just wanted to make sure she was safe, nothing more.” Connor said steadily, his tone unwavering, and his stance protective even if he didn’t intend it to be, one arm still helping to hold his friend up, but his gaze turned to her when he realized her struggle to stand. “Is one of your legs hurt?” Ratonhnhake:ton questioned in a gentle concern, kneeling down and completely passing by the man in front of himself, one hand reaching into his pouch to pull out wrappings and ointments for treatment. Then he felt the Templar’s constant and harsh gaze bore into the back of his head with a ferocity he was accustomed to with ill tempered bar goers, and curled his lip a bit before standing. “Take these, use them.” Connor said shortly, handing the wrappings to Elizabeth, but the look in his amber eyes said that this snappy tone was an act, and that normally he would be dressing the wound himself if he could, but he couldn’t risk a blade between his shoulders and a horrible punishment for his friend. 

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Sea fare had always been a welcome thing to the older Assassin, the way the air seemed softer upon the boats and ships beckoning the aching man to be out from the shore more, amber eyes gazing tiredly up at the endless blue above himself as he sat on the deck of the gently rocking boat. Connor was weathered in his age, and bared many scars, but still smiled all the same, the sight of the English lands peaking his silent curiosity, his blue and white coats keeping warmth to his frailer form, and simply closed his eyes when the ship jostled from being docked in the harbor. A few moments passed, and Ratonhnhake:ton opened his eyes again, taking in every aspect of the land he had never been to, and stood slowly, refusing the assistance of the crew members in his stubborn refusal of his age, and limped forward, stepping softly over to the harbor and welcoming the feeling of solid land once more. A sight caught his eye, Connor looking over curiously in the opposite direction, and wondered if that was indeed the woman who was to meet him when he arrived, the bustle of the city in the background making the Assassin focus on more than one thing, having never been near such a loud settlement.

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If everything was in order, no disruptions, no issues, then the ship was to arrive soon so Lydia would not have to wait any longer. It was a bit exciting to meet an Assassin from an entirely different country, and she was eager to learn anything there was that would differentiate from the British Brotherhood. So she stood near the harbor, hands behind her back, watching the horizon for any signs of the ship, all whilst humming a little tune. No one paid her any attention, though she didn’t care, but there were some who have tried to sell her their goods, which she would politely decline, much to their disappointment. 

At last, the ship had appeared right on time which had brought a smile to her face. The young woman looked herself up and down to make sure her appearance was exceptional, occasionally brushing off any loose strands of her hair or specks of dirt that had managed to get on her green coat. Pleased, she stepped forward as the ship docked into the harbor. She wasn’t going to lie, she was a bit nervous; what if something went wrong and she was to blame? What would the other think of her? She couldn’t think of that, at least not now, but as long as she remained focused, then nothing could go wrong.

“Hello!” she called out as the older man walked off the ship. She got closer with a smile, her tone bright and cheery as she greeted him. “My name is Lydia Frye. Welcome to England.”

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Ratonhnake:ton was not expecting such an exuberant welcome, and found a soft smile place itself upon his lips as he watched the other in tired patience, his hands resting on the suitcase that he had brought with himself from the Colonies. “It is wonderful to meet you,” Connor said gently, the wear of the years really having taken away his harsher tone, and took up her hand in his own, shaking it as a greeting. “I’m Connor. Did someone send for you to get me?” The looks he received from the rest of the people on the dock held nothing close to the anxiety it would have when he was younger, and he simply met their gazes until they turned and looked away, his tall shoulders still proud even in his decay. “Is London normally this noisy?” The question slipped his lips, and Ratonhnhake:ton chastised himself mentally, not wanting to seem ungrateful for his chance to experience the British lands, but never having been more than a couple steps away from a forest really threw off his perception. 

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Shay Muse Added ✠

((This blog now has a Shay Cormac muse! Please let me know if you want to roleplay with Shay!))

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★ Signing Off ★

((Thank you all for an amazing first day back! I will reply to @the-lost-templar-daughter and @bladeofthetruest tomorrow! ))

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“I told you to let her go.” Connor said harshly and lowly, staring down the Templar before him who held someone in his grasp, his teeth baring a bit in his anger, and his bow lay gripped tight in his grasp, amber eyes tracing each step of the one who posed danger. The Templar simply scoffed, seeming to have a bigger ego than his known strength, and Ratonhnhake:ton curled his lip at the snickering, his fingers playing with the hidden blade concealed in his coat, trying to unlock the blade without notice from the other man. “If you want her so bad, then come and get her!” The other taunted, and Connor finally felt the click of the blade unlock and the hilt curl into his palm, raising it quickly,  and flicking his wrist and hand forward with a fast momentum, tackling the screaming man to ground. “I will..” The Assassin all but spat, taking the knife back and stabbing it straight in the other’s throat, then rose to feet when the Templar stopped moving and twitched. “Are you alright?” Connor questioned softly, his demeanor having had changed in mere seconds, and the Templar on the ground now stained the snow and cobblestone.