i'm done being a pawn

[moderndayassassin]

WHO: Desmond Miles
WHERE: Fountain; around the village,
WHEN: 12/3
OPEN TO: Anyone!
WARNINGS: Swearing for sure

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Fountain arrival; ota

His hand was going in slow motion as it reached for the key to saving humanity and releasing Juno. Despite knowing it was right, despite saying goodbye to the remaining people in his life, he was afraid as he took a deep breath and prepared for the end. His eyes closed ... and then suddenly he was opening his eyes surrounded by water. Desmond flailed, shocked and horrified, this was not the way he expected Juno to take him, and was he supposed to just wait until he drowned? No, this can't be right. His feet kicked and he broke the water into air, gasping and scrambling for the side of ... what the hell was this? His eyes hurt from the water and he dragged himself out, immediately shocked by the cold of the air around him. It hadn't been cold before, why was it cold?

Desmond shakily tried to stand but collapsed hard onto his knees, his hands catching his weight. He should be dead. Maybe he was dead. Or maybe this was something else. He sat back on his haunches, breathing unsteadily, and dropping this strange pack from his back to toss it aside. Who put that on him? Juno's face hazily appeared in his mind's eye, and his confusion turned into rage. Maybe he failed. Maybe this was Minerva, furious that he disobeyed. Frustrated, he did something very stupid and dove right back into the water, going as far as he could. He had to finish this. He couldn't thwart fate. He reached around of any sign of what to do, but it was dark and he sprang out of the water again, colder and more exhausted than before.

"Juno!" He yelled, searching the sky. "Minerva! Which one of you bitches did this?" Desmond spit out water, shaking from cold or shock. "Juno! Goddamnit."

Around the village the next few days, OTA

Desmond was unnerved by everything so far and deeply suspicious. It was an elaborate lie, it had to be. A trick. He went to the inn just because there was no where else to stop freezing and not starve as far as he could tell. He sat by himself in the furthest corner away from others, making certain nothing was at his back but the wall in case of stabbing. Occasionally he ventured up to the records there, reading it but skeptical.

Later on he can be seen in the bunker trying to make sense of what was down there and if his hacking had any use. He was wandering around the village, admittedly being a little creepy as he glanced at the houses and cased the joints. Eventually he claimed House 46 and sat outside, staring off into the distance, scowling.

Comments

[ombranera]

"An observation. The way you hold yourself is familiar." Tipping his hand more than a little to say as much but- one does not live the lives they live and earn a poor sense of who is and who is not worth tipping a card to. This man seemed more muddled than violent, more distressed than determined to make trouble. Peaceful as the village might be? It was not a place meant for men of action. "Lever locks. Easy enough- I do not think whoever built this place cared much for the safety of their settlers."

Especially if they had been made once, twice, thrice over. He was...still muddling about how it was he needed to feel about that. Complications, sentiment, sense of self. He was himself and this place? Very much had a tension in the air.

"There are monsters in the woods. Far up in the mountains, as is often the way of such things. Beasts that eat men. There are creatures in caves and in lakes, hungry things that, when the weather turns and their hunting goes lean? May turn to us for an easy meal." Such things he had seen in Ferelden. "Perhaps there is more to fear, perhaps there is not. Walking about helps to clear the mind but does not provide many answers, I have found."

[moderndayassassin]

"I've never had the gift of pretending to be harmless," he admitted with a self-deprecating smirk. Desmond wasn't as intimidating a figure as someone like Connor, few people were, but he still held himself in a competent way. It used to be easier, hiding under baggy hoodies and slouching, but he shed off the normal dude bartender persona when he got snatched by the Templars. Now he didn't know how to go back. Dark eyes look Zevran up and down, because he was a strong looking package, if short. And ....

"Uh. So. I'm not sure how to ask this without it sounding weird, but you look kind of like an elf from those ridiculously long movies." Those ears looked real, and they were probably real. Desmond didn't know how to handle that. He'd heard there weren't just humans here, which seemed unreal and delusional enough to make him doubt his sanity again. But he was faced directly with someone who looked like that blonde haired dude. Only smaller. "I like the tat." Not a lot of people could pull off facial tattoos like that.

So monsters everywhere. Things trying to kill them a lot no doubt. Desmond took all of this in with a mixture of panic and weary acceptance. It was freaky, but that's how things were apparently. He'd take his crazy life over this, honestly, but that was gone so whatever. "What does provide you with answers?"