#redasatemplar

[animus3pointo]

>>Debriefing ||@red-as-a-templar

It had been years but finally they were able to gather everyone together to at least converse on what their next move was. They had a few separate cells already achieving towards the goal, recruiting these "Initiates" to assist in the search of the Sages that were alive in this time or locating their corpses that were still usable in the ANIMUS.

Glancing around, Andy frowned when he noticed a familiar face. Staring at the blonde with great distrust, he pointed out to the others, "Are we sure that we should discuss anything with her here?"

[stxllman-deactivated20160124]

Now in all honesty, this wasn’t her idea. Someone else had teased at her to prove she had enough balls to catch William under the mistletoe. Which she did, it wasn’t a big deal. She’d probably hear from Desmond later but eh, it was the holidays.

Though she hadn’t intended to wait there like an idiot for him to turn and notice her. It was bad enough that she just reached his shoulders, he wouldn’t notice her unless she were to, I don’t know, stand on her tip toes?

She looked like a complete idiot, and felt like one too after he lowered her back down. She almost  spoke up to admit that it was all kind of a dare, but decided against it when he nonchalantly leaned in to give give her a peck on the cheek, and only realizing that a little late that he’d spoken to her.

"Oh, uh…yes, thanks. Merry Christmas to you too, William. I should probably head back now…sorry for the brief interruption."

[abdicated-father]

He gave a brief chuckle, managing to make it sound just as resolute and fed up with the shenanigans of others as he always was. But Lucy held a soft spot in his heart. Despite what he'd said to others on the matter, William largely blamed himself for the girl's 'death'. So having her back was no small relief. That she was back and batting for the assassins was the icing on the cake.

So for her, general frustrations aside, though there was nary a smile to be seen on his face (Desmond had been trying to slip a santa hat, embroidered with the phrase "Bah Humbug" on it, onto Bill's head all night), the tone he offered her was warm enough for her to recognize and friendly, and he did so hushed enough that others wouldn't as easily be able to listen in.

"You know, if you were baited into it, there's easy retribution to be had." He knew she was a fairly private girl. There were no out-of-the-blue kisses in her book. None that he was aware of anyway. The logic had been straightforward for him. "--just go tell Desmond that you did your part. Tell him to put his money where his mouth is and get Shaun. They'll be fighting like cats for the rest of the night over it."

What were fathers for, after all, than to destroy their children in embarrassment?

[abdicated-father]

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The whole set-up hadn’t been his idea, but while the Altair II was docked in port for the time being, some of the decidedly more…festive crew members in Susan and Gavin’s team had decided to strike out and bring some things back to decorate the ship with.

At first, he hadn’t even noticed the addition of the mistletoe—too busy staring at the garish neon reindeer light, whose nose kept blinking sharply and brightly enough to make his eyes ache.

When he turned away, Lucy stood before him, pushed up some on her toes. He glanced up to the green and white sprig above them.

Charming.

Behind them, someone made a cradle-robbing comment and William rolled his eyes as he set his hands upon her shoulders, easing her back down before laying a bristly kiss against her cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Miss Stillman." 

[abdicated-father]

[Mass text to Lucy, Clay, Desmond, part one]: As much as I enjoy the knowledge that my son is fit and able to carry on his duties as an assassin (I notice your recent fitness regime is working out well for you, Desmond), I have zero interest in knowing how able he is to carry on in…other activities. I plan on speaking to you all personally on the matter one-on-one.

[Mass text to Lucy, Clay, Desmond, part two]: …is that a my little pony tattoo?

[abdicated-father]

thesumofhismemories​:

[Group Txt]:For scientific reasons, William, you must send me this picture. 

[Group Txt]:Scientific reasons only…looking at you, Lucy…

[Group txt]: If you're so desperate to see my son naked, instead of asking me, I suggest you'd have better luck in asking him. I've already deleted the photos from my phone.

[animus3pointo]

I ship you with Iamtheanimus For reasons XD

-- ((If only Rhia was on more ;w;))

[xnotalad]

"You Stillman?"

[littlelostauditore]

[Closed for Red-as-a-Templar] Confrontation

She was red. Ezio regularly saw her, as he watched from afar, hidden from sight. She talked to David, spent time with him… Seemingly nice and harmless. But she was bright red, unmistakable, and it worried Ezio more than a little to see David so easily charmed by a potential enemy.. He hadn’t said anything to his roommate about her color in his other sight. He only saw two possible reasons why his friend remained so blissfully unaffected. Either he chose not to acknowledge her status as a threat (maybe he didn’t see it, the fool seemed madly in love), or he didn’t even use his gift. In which case, with this level of foolishness, there was nothing Ezio could do. It would have been a lost cause in his book. Whatever the reason was, Ezio decided to take matters into his own hands before she decided she was through with playing friends with Desmond. No matter what his opinion of the man was, Ezio had become attached to David King, and he wasn’t about to watch things unfold without acting. That’s how one night he found himself under the rain, at the bottom of an unassuming apartment building, his hood low on his eyes and his hidden blades firmly equipped. He had studied his target, studied her habits and routines, and followed her on her way home more than once, blended with the crowd. He was confident he could reach her floor without problem, even with the unfamiliar architecture, and that he could do what was to be done. He didn’t plan on killing her… Unless she gave him a reason. But he didn’t plan to go easy on her either. With a deep breath, he approached a secluded side of the building and started climbing, forcing a window the way he’d learnt from the internet especially for this occasion, and slipping inside with barely a *thud*. He waited in a crouch a moment, immobile save for a few droplets of water dripping to the floor, listening. He didn’t want to underestimate her, and he truly preferred to be prudent, just in case she was aware of him stalking her. When he heard nothing, he got up and started navigating the apartment in the dark, his steps light and measured, his blades ready to be deployed at any sign of a threat.