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asgardeventide2014-07-29 06:23 pm
everysecond) wrote in asgardeventide2014-07-29 06:23 pm
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[Riley’s giggling can be heard even if her face can’t be seen. It seems she’s currently sneaking through Needle in a Haystack to where there are a bunch of voices. With a snort, the giggling stops as she aims the view around the corner to show…
A bunch of shirtless Assassins in various stages of irritation over the fact. It’s so funny to her that she has to share this with the world.]
[Altaïr’s arms are crossed over his chest (not that that does anything to hide it) and irritation is written all over his face.]
They just disappear? Nothing will stay on any of us?
[An Italian accent chimes in, and Ezio turns his head towards the group, back to the camera, and actually trying not to smile. Okay, so in between all of this war, it’s funny to him, despite the irritation he may feel.]
I have only tried once- and as much as I wish to see if it would work, I am not certain I wish to sacrifice more of my clothes if Asgard demands we remain this way.
[A second equally Italian accent chimes in, far less entertained sounding.]
Is this a regular occurrence in this city then? People’s decency revoked for… amusement?
Come now, padre, you make it sound as if we are treated like barbarians. [Ezio can’t really hide the smile he’s wearing. Oops.] I do not mind the attention so much.
Your madre will have me up by my thumbs for parading about in public!
So will my wife. [Altaïr hesitates, as if he’s not really sure.] Most likely.
[ In the midst of the Assassins' kerfuffle, Desmond hurries in from the summer heat, equally shirtless and equally vexed. ]
Does anyone have a spare- oh.
[ If he wasn't bewildered before... ] Really?
[ It seems like Natasha is always last to know these things - but it was really inconvenient, to be honest. She’d been at work at the bar when her shirt had suddenly decided to take a vacation to god-knows-where. Now she’s come to join the cavalcade, hands propped on her hips once she spots the predicament of everyone else. Her bra has decided to stick around for the party, at least so far. ]
I liked that shirt. And I liked the rest of you with shirts, no matter how .. interesting .. the view. [ She sighs slightly, not ashamed of being sans-shirt but definitely very far from pleased. What’s next? Their pants? ]
[Connor wanders by Riley’s hiding spot about that point, utterly unruffled by his current state. He pauses briefly and glances in her direction.] Good morning, Riley. [And moves on with his day. These boxes won’t unload themselves!]
[Immediately everything falls silent as everyone but Connor turns to look at the Novice Assassin with looks that say she had better run.]
You should be impressed I was here this long without you noticing? She does look better than all of the rest of you though.
[That doesn't help the problem and she bursts out laughing as the angle changes to show Riley laughing her ass off as she runs as fast as she can because she is in SO MUCH TROUBLE.]
FUCKING WORTH IT!
[ooc: Welcome to the shirtless curse brought to you by Altaïr, Giovanni, Ezio, Desmond, Natasha, and Connor. It's an Assassin shirtless party! Well, most of the Assassins. Riley, for example, did not get hit and made the most of it.
Network responses very welcome but there will be an open thread for people to visit Needle in a Haystack if they want to see all the shirtless Assassins in person! Enjoy!]
A bunch of shirtless Assassins in various stages of irritation over the fact. It’s so funny to her that she has to share this with the world.]
[Altaïr’s arms are crossed over his chest (not that that does anything to hide it) and irritation is written all over his face.]
They just disappear? Nothing will stay on any of us?
[An Italian accent chimes in, and Ezio turns his head towards the group, back to the camera, and actually trying not to smile. Okay, so in between all of this war, it’s funny to him, despite the irritation he may feel.]
I have only tried once- and as much as I wish to see if it would work, I am not certain I wish to sacrifice more of my clothes if Asgard demands we remain this way.
[A second equally Italian accent chimes in, far less entertained sounding.]
Is this a regular occurrence in this city then? People’s decency revoked for… amusement?
Come now, padre, you make it sound as if we are treated like barbarians. [Ezio can’t really hide the smile he’s wearing. Oops.] I do not mind the attention so much.
Your madre will have me up by my thumbs for parading about in public!
So will my wife. [Altaïr hesitates, as if he’s not really sure.] Most likely.
[ In the midst of the Assassins' kerfuffle, Desmond hurries in from the summer heat, equally shirtless and equally vexed. ]
Does anyone have a spare- oh.
[ If he wasn't bewildered before... ] Really?
[ It seems like Natasha is always last to know these things - but it was really inconvenient, to be honest. She’d been at work at the bar when her shirt had suddenly decided to take a vacation to god-knows-where. Now she’s come to join the cavalcade, hands propped on her hips once she spots the predicament of everyone else. Her bra has decided to stick around for the party, at least so far. ]
I liked that shirt. And I liked the rest of you with shirts, no matter how .. interesting .. the view. [ She sighs slightly, not ashamed of being sans-shirt but definitely very far from pleased. What’s next? Their pants? ]
[Connor wanders by Riley’s hiding spot about that point, utterly unruffled by his current state. He pauses briefly and glances in her direction.] Good morning, Riley. [And moves on with his day. These boxes won’t unload themselves!]
[Immediately everything falls silent as everyone but Connor turns to look at the Novice Assassin with looks that say she had better run.]
You should be impressed I was here this long without you noticing? She does look better than all of the rest of you though.
[That doesn't help the problem and she bursts out laughing as the angle changes to show Riley laughing her ass off as she runs as fast as she can because she is in SO MUCH TROUBLE.]
FUCKING WORTH IT!
[ooc: Welcome to the shirtless curse brought to you by Altaïr, Giovanni, Ezio, Desmond, Natasha, and Connor. It's an Assassin shirtless party! Well, most of the Assassins. Riley, for example, did not get hit and made the most of it.
Network responses very welcome but there will be an open thread for people to visit Needle in a Haystack if they want to see all the shirtless Assassins in person! Enjoy!]
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It is incredibly unfair. But I gather these things usually aren't.
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I would like to know how those of you escaped did so.
[grump grump]
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If I knew, I'd tell everyone, and then we could all avoid these things in the future. I'm sorry.
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Not that sorry, I suspect.
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No. Not entirely.
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I'm not going to laugh. I'll be too busy single-handedly running the shop.
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In any case, you won't have to do everything. We're not so embarrassed we must hide away. [And then there's Connor, we just doesn't care at all.]
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[He shrugs.]
But if you don't mind the stares and comments, then feel free.
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Now that the word's out, there may be more.
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[Hot manflesh, what about it?]
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[But he smiles.]
Regardless, I'll appreciate not being left entirely on my own. If the gawking gets to be too much though, I reserve the right to send you to do work in the back.
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