asgardmeridiem | AUGUST INTRO MINGLE

Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 308 and forward
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.

[Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 275 - this can be found in the schedule) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.

Also, keep an eye on the event schedule for August! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!

Special note for August: Some characters have been trapped in the castle for days and are just now being released with the melting of the ice. Those who arrive after the ice melts may notice that the city is very damaged in places. Windows are broken, some rooftops are sagging, and the Natives - gray and colorless alike - seem to be in a rebuilding phase. Asgard is very much alive, but will be limping along for a few days while it tends its wounds. Regardless, the Natives are as friendly as ever, and will treat anyone with a Traveler's bracelet on with deference and gratitude. The battle might not have been an incredible victory, but it wasn't a defeat, either.

Have fun!]

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With the battle now over, and the citizens trying to recover from the damage done to the city, Ezio finds himself wandering the streets the days after the attack, watching for anything that may strike him. Whether as being useful, a recruit, or even just an aide, it is something he watches and waits for, eyes open and alert.

So there may be a moment where he turns his head, adorned in this outfit and assisting a citizen with finding her pet, that he catches the sight of a white hood. At first, he believes it to be Altaïr- but the way he watches the other out of the corner of his eye, how the boy moves and helps others where he can... it's not Altaïr. But if it isn't, then who-

And suddenly, it clicks.

Ezio's sudden revelation is rudely interrupted as a loud barking is heard from under the debris, and he pushes it aside to reveal a squirming, colorful puppy. He hands the pet back to the grateful citizen, and with a soft smile, tells them he'll be around if she needs help in moving things later. Then, he sets off towards the figure, quiet, pushing through the passing crowds with ease, until he is within easy earshot.

"Desmond?"

It could be someone else, for all he knows. But the resemblances are far too uncanny to not be him.

He knows him by his voice, distinctive even in the cacophony of voices around them. Desmond dusts his hands off on his jeans, taking in a slow, steadying breath before he looks askance at Ezio, his mouth drawn into a line.

"I'd say you aren't real, that you're just some kind of ghost of a memory, but you're not, right?" It's jarring to see him, but then everything else today has been abso-fucking-lutely jarring. Ezio looks so much younger than when Desmond saw him last in the Animus, an old man in Masyaf with his old life drawing to a close in that still, quiet library. He must be in his late thirties? Early forties? When was it he went to Rome?

Desmond presses the heels of his palms against his eyes, exasperated.

"Could someone explain what the fuck is going on, for Christ's sake? I'm supposed to be dead!" It's an explosion, one he's held in check all day, furious and exhausted, teetering on the stress that's had months to build and only partly directed at the man in front of him.

He's about to reply when Desmond practically explodes with his outburst, and almost everything around them comes to a screeching halt. Natives look towards the shouting, people stop walking along the streets, and Ezio himself is at a loss for words. There is a blink at the sudden quiet, a narrowing of his eyes and a firm line for his mouth, unsure of what to do. Then, quick as anything, he walks towards Desmond and tries to grab him by the arm, and take him straight to Odin's district.

"Come with me. Now."

Said a bit sternly, but Desmond should know that that tone is said to both direct and protect him against whatever rebuke or questions that may come his way. Guess what, you're about to make a surprise trip to Odin and the Bureau, Desmond.

He offers little resistance, aware of the eyes on them, of the strength in Ezio's grip and the warmth Desmond can feel through his sleeve, a contrast to how cold he suddenly feels. Getting escorted to places unknown is about the last thing he'd like to do, but he'd also very firmly, very deeply, like to go home.

"Where are we going?" The words come out sounding hollow, and there is a numb, heavy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. There are things he can laugh at, situations he can joke in and use his sarcasm the way he might a blade, but there is not a single damn thing he can laugh at right now.

At that, Ezio pauses, and his steps slow a little. The hollowness, the wholly uneven and uncharacteristically silent aspect of Desmond is disturbing him, far more than he likes to admit. Turning slightly, he looks back at the boy, offering a headtilt and a gentler look.

"Think, nipote. Where would I take you in a place like this?"

You know him better than any of the other Assassins, Desmond. What is the one place that promises sanctuary in any town or city he touched?

Desmond looks at him blankly, I don't know the immediate answer on the tip of his tongue until he thinks, really thinks about it. Tiber Island. The dens of Konstantiniyye. A frown settles on his lips, as he ventures stiffly, "You have a Bureau? But... how long have you been here?"

I've seen your whole life. There was nothing in the Animus about this, he wants to add, and more. It's difficult to put a voice to them, a thousand questions weighted down by a thousand more.

The Italian tilts his head down a little, his way of nodding without giving himself away so much. Yes, he does, and that is where they are going, winding through the streets and closing in on the shop.

"For several months now." A beat goes by before he continues. "I can explain what I know when we arrive there."

It's a bit of a walk, but the front of the store is easily recognizable against the gray of the city. Ezio keeps an eye on Desmond before he pushes the door aside, and gestures in.

"This way."

It doesn't look like an Assassin Bureau from the outside, and he could kick himself for such a stupid thought. Of course it wouldn't. One would think it's his first day at this thing.

Desmond glances at Ezio, feeling a little cornered, but he wets his lower lip and walks in, apprehensive and not of a mind to particularly care if it shows. His gaze darts here and there, taking in the outlay of the place, making mental notes as he waits for the man to follow.

AUGUST INTRO MINGLE

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