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the urge to make an odyssey muse is So Real
❝ officially, i’m not here at all, —— ❞ he offers a polite smile, before lifting his head, eyes scanning the crowd of guests. his mission, unlike most, veered away from elimination and more towards... advising. ❝ i don’t suppose you know a man named alkibiades? ❞ he tries instead, surely butchering the pronunciation, he figures it’s easier to ask than to try and spot a man who’s face he won’t recognize.
@erosveined.
theyfear.
“Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news my friend, but by the looks of it- I have a feeling she won’t be needing it no more.”
Perhaps a cruel statement, brought about with no tone of sorrow or regret. Yet that’s just the way life was anymore, a land filled with cruelty- kill or be killed. He’d done his fair share of killing in the past, yet it wasn’t without reason. This however? Didn’t seem to be of a human’s doing- perhaps hungry wolves, a pack of coyotes- caught her just outside town along the trail so late into the night. Either that, or she was shot and left for whatever animal chose to make her its next meal. No matter which way the story meant, the sight was never a pleasant one, but the rewards on a wealthy woman were something that could help put food on his family’s table. It’s why he didn’t regret his actions, dusting the newfound ring against his vest, before holding it up to the light as he spoke.
“Besides, if it isn’t us that take it- no doubt some other low life scoundrel will come along and vulture off her remains. It’s a damn shame- but ain’t life just like that sometimes. You can’t tell me you haven’t done the same at least once in your life.”
arno scowls down at the woman’s remains; at least she wasn’t completely stripped of her dignity. this was never a life he intended to lead, but with the way this part of the world was, what choice did he have? france would fare no better under such circumstances. he looks up at dutch and then at the ring he cleans off on his vest. arno hasn’t lived his entire life like this; kill or be killed (not until recently). he hasn’t been hardened by years of hardships. hasn’t had to fight for food or shelter. that’s where they differed.
❝ i would think not, ❞ he replies, almost offended.
so long as he stayed here, a time that was currently indefinite, he ought to learn their ways. as they would have to his, were they in his country. still, he can’t help but be curious, brimming with questions. ❝ do you not strive for something better than this? is this how your lives are to be until you die? ❞
the urge to make an odyssey muse is So Real
❝ perhaps you can help me —— ❞ arno extends a small silver flask, with barely a drop of whatever tonic had occupied it before. the apothecary had been the closest place to travel, following a particularly curious incident. ❝ this was used to kill a butcher, i believe it to be hemlock, though where it was procured is unknown to me. ❞
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arno is a hopeless romantic, like, he’ll probably be more infatuated/in love with someone than they are with him, because he’s a soft boy who pours all his emotions into that One Person. so, after elises’ death arno was an absolute mess, we’re talking........... like years of grieving.
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marquis: ah... which is a more incisive commentary on corruption in the bishopric? seven nuns seducing a parish priest into debauchery, or an enormously-endowed benedictine sodomizing a goat named pius?
arno: no force, in heaven or on earth, will make me answer that question.
marquis: quite right, arno, the goat it is.
tbh i wish unity had arno more invested in shay cormac, y'know, being the dude who killed his father and all! like i get the whole thing was about the revolution and the relationship between him and elise -- to be EXTREMELY brief, but. his father was obviously such an important figure in is life.
“If I do this, I want to leave France.”
"Interesting weapon you've got there. Just what is it?"
arno peers down at his wrist, at the sheathed phantom blade. as he turns his wrist, his middle finger touches over the trigger and the wings span out, like a crossbow. he turns his wrist face up. ❝ a phantom blade, primarily used for stealth, long distance. gifted to me by the creed. it comes in handy every once in a while. that, and it’s saved my hide more than once. ❞
❝ what exactly are you hoping to achieve with your band of crooks? ❞ or was it rooks? either way, arno held little faith in the loyalty of strangers. not that he entirely understood jacob’s intent or the happenings of london. they look just like the rest of the thugs frequenting the streets; big, ugly and always in his way. his hopes that london might be faring better than france were dashed almost as soon as he arrived.
@hisimpetuosity.
❝ there’s been a recent string of massacres, ❞ he explains, gesturing to the exaggerated number of guards patrolling the streets. not to mention the nation-wide food shortages and illness. ❝ naturally, people are on edge. civil unrest has been a constant these past few years, ❞ as he speaks, they pass a handful of guards, majority twice their size. they were intimidating, to some. ❝ that’s why we can’t just stroll in, subtlety is key. ❞
@kyraofdelcs.
❝ i don’t suppose you have a handkerchief on hand, do you? ❞ a handkerchief would hardly suffice, what with the amount of blood gushing from his temple. so many falls he’s taken, so many knocks. it’s not the first time he’s been hit, though this one has really taken him for quite the spell. he can hardly see straight. ❝ perhaps some bordeaux? ❞ not for the wound of course. drinking the pain away was what he did best.
@herguile.
❝ is this a bad time —— ? ❞ arno steps in, looking about the carriage with an air of curiosity. he could have sworn he heard squabbling while waiting outside; expects that’s why his initial knock went unanswered, perhaps unheard. either way, he was here on behalf of the french brotherhood to lend a hand. or blade, rather. the corners of his mouth twitch upwards as he studies the decor. ❝ this is... quaint. ❞
@herstealth.