sixthiterationlogs | i'm done being a pawn

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

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.

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"I think that they were given to us for a reason but like you say, I don't know what that reason is." Kat was used to being kept in the dark and so far, she hadn't faced anything in the village that she hadn't been able to over come. It got harder at times but she was determined to keep going.

"I am used to weird things but nothing like this. The city I grew up in was called Limbo City. It was called that because the city was at a convergence to Limbo. There were a lot of demons who came into the city and ruled it." Which was something that Kat was used too. "It's a violent place and I was apart of the rebellion who fought to free themselves."

She usually wouldn't have told anyone so much but Kat had longed learned that those demons aren't here.

Desmond stared at her for a few long seconds. Okay, that felt like a story that his mind probably wouldn't come up with for a delusion. He was pretty sure now that this place wasn't part of his fractured mind but something else. If this was all real, he wasn't sure what to do about it. Outside of probably nothing.

"Yeah, dealing with demons in a Limbo city sounds pretty weird. And intense." And like some fantasy story. "So you're a rebel. Do you plan to rebel against all of this too? Or is this a better option enough to overlook it?" Desmond gestured around to the village they were in. It wasn't meant in a judgmental way, he was just gauging whether people here were looking to buck the status quo or this quo was the type of status they preferred to stick with.

"It is." Kat wouldn't go into details about how intense it could be. "I plan to fight for my freedom, in the ways that I can but I won't put anyone else in danger while doing so. We don't know enough here and until we find out more, it isn't safe to act." There was also no way that they could act and kat wasn't a fan of running around without a plan.

Her head tilted curiously to the side as she guided Desmond towards the inn. It was too cold to remain outside for long periods of time and Kat was losing the feeling in her fingers. "What about you? Are you a rebel?" Dark emerald green eyes studied him curiously, her expression open and passive.

"I guess we're all waiting to see what this is even about, let alone how to rebel against it. If that's what people want to do." Desmond can't, but he's also not of the mind he'll require everyone to stay just because he's dead. If ending this means dying again, so be it. He didn't sacrifice his life to help other people if he was going to swing around and be selfish now.

He followed her lead and started toward the inn. It was fucking freezing, yes. He thought about the question. "I've rebelled against people and organizations but I wouldn't call myself a rebel." He rebelled against the Templars and the Assassins both, and then Minerva when she asked him to sacrifice most of humanity. "We were out to save the world. Solve mysteries, figure out how to set off this piece of technology that would protect the earth from a coming disaster. That part didn't require rebelling, just getting ahead of the enemy."

"I think your enemy might classify you as a rebel." Kat's expression softened into something warm and kind. She understood not wanting to return home. Her home was a waste land that had to be rebuilt and Vergil, for all she knew, was dead.

She pushed the door to the inn open and a breath of warm air washed over them. "You'll find that it isn't so different here. Most people gather here. It's warm and there is probably an empty room upstairs. You'll have a safe place to sleep while you're getting your barrings here."

She hoped that this much helped.

"Rebellion in my head is reacting to someone that has more power. Which I guess does work. Our enemy was much stronger than us. They were winning that war for sure." Desmond hated seeing it as easy as Templars vs. Assassins. He really did want for awhile to consider actually working together for a joint cause, but it was impossible at that point. They weren't capable of understanding that Desmond was required to save the world. They thought they could do it on their own. And everyone would be dead.

"Thanks, Kat." He smiled at her. He didn't know many people yet, but she seemed kind of cool. This wasn't so bad of an intro to someone new. "I'm going to check out the rest of it. But thanks for talking it through with me."

[Ooc: Maybe a wrap-ish since we have our new one? ]

Kat smiled as if she had known what his answer was going to be. She liked seeing the world through the eyes of others though it often complicated things. When you looked at both sides, things were rarely black and white.

"You're welcome. Let me know if you have any more questions."

[ooc: sounds good! :D]

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