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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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[She pauses a moment. She's told him the story but it can still be hard for her to talk about her mom sometimes. But...she wants to. Because she needs someone to remember her stories.]
...that my mom found me one time for my birthday.
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Then I am glad [ He says quietly ] That the memory it brings you is good. What was she like, your mother?
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[She has to find a way to erase the blood and guts and screams to remember. The images of her father ripping into her mother and pieces of her hitting her face as she watched.]
She was really pretty. Kind of a badass too. Didn't take shit from anyone. But...she liked to find me presents and stuff. I don't remember a lot really. I was little.
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[ Perhaps that is why he asks, asking her to look beyond the trauma, to the good times ]
And your father?
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[Guess they didn't manage that. Instead he stepped on those glasses as he ran at her mom, his blood got on the book Riley had been clinging to...]
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I am sorry you had them for so short a time. [ the tea is pushed across, a berry cake next to it ] But grateful that for the time you had together they taught you how to dream, and how to dare.
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You think so, Mags?
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Look at yourself Riley - see how far you've come, how bright you burn. You might have been hard and cruel, but you open your heart to all around you. You laugh and tease, where many might have sunk to bitter brooding. You hurt, but your scars only make you stronger.
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You're such a dick. Making me sound that awesome so I like you.
[She doesn't mean it like that but she is grateful to him.]
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I speak only the truth as I see it [ he says simply ]
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[She laughs again then lets out a sigh before shoving the cake in her mouth. No more of that. Food time.]
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More tea, or are you just going to stuff yourself with cake today herunya?
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More tea please!
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Kindly do not choke on me herunya, for I fancy not explaining to Ellie that you died because my berry cakes were too tasty!
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A little dead is still dead, and Ellie would be wroth with me indeed!
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Good! It is not Ellie alone who would be upset with you if you do, e'en if they do bring you back here. I will also point out, such a resurrection means that we can, indeed, be angry with you when you return!
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I would not think the two things mutually exclusive, herunya, particularly not for one as well loved as you.
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