| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[seventeenth]

[Italian? Huh. Desmond is getting ready to scale the ladder at the far side of the room, but he pauses to glance in the direction of the familiar voice. He pauses, then turns fully after a moment.]

Huh. When did Ezio come here?

[sicarius]

[SHARP HEAD TURN AT HIS NAME sob Desmond why do you do this. It takes him a moment to realize it's not from a familiar face, and that confuses him even more.]

I never have.

[seventeenth]

[The Bleeding Effect is talking to him. Joy of joys.] Well, maybe not. [Desmond starts forward, but he's not really paying attention to Ezio.] I wonder what other roomy tombs are floating around Italy...

[sicarius]

[...you are one strange boy, okay. :| Don't ignore your elders!

But he watches Desmond climb, eyes intense and studying. Obviously he knows something.]

Cazzo. [He has no idea what to make of this.]

[seventeenth]

[Yeah, yeah. Desmond rolls his eyes and looks disinterested, but it doesn't take long before curiosity gets the better of him -- as in, he drops off the ladder and approaches Ezio after only several seconds. Any familiarity in this place is welcome, even if it is just some sort of weird fever dream.]

[He still doesn't say anything, but he is looking at Ezio as he approaches, now.]

[sicarius]

[Okay, enough of this guessing, Eagle Vision time. Desmond's approach isn't regarded as hostile, but definitely something Ezio is unsure about.

But what he finds only leaves him more perplexed, because the ability labels the boy as an ally. Not an enemy, not a target, not even an informant. He's bright blue against the dark walls of gray.]

You are not a Templar.

[It's said as a matter-of-fact, something he knows is for sure in a place he has no idea about or how he even got here.]

[seventeenth]

Hah. No kidding. [He comes to a stop in front of Ezio.] Getting kidnapped by someone kinda persuades you away from working with them. [And unless Ezio moves away, Desmond lifts up his right hand to give Ezio a firm poke in the shoulder.]

[sicarius]

[fsaghjkfsagjkhfsaghjksfa what are you doing what are you doing. Ezio just... kind of stares at Desmond at first, unsure of what he's trying to do, but the second he feels the other touch him, the assassin's hand instantly snatches Desmond's wrist. It's instant, not even a thought, just a reaction.

Most of the time he's fine with people around him and accidentally bumping into him, but being groggy and confused and stepping into his personal space is not helping right now.]

Cosa stai facendo?

[seventeenth]

[Desmond freezes. His eye get huge and he just stops breathing for a second. This is... this... Desmond feels his grip on reality slipping away and for brief, unsettling second all he can think is, Why does he look like me?]

[Then he lets out a harsh gasp and suddenly rips his wrist away from Ezio's grasp -- or tries to, at least. Regardless of his success or failure, he tries to throw himself backward, away from Ezio.] Fuck!

[sicarius]

[The grip is surprisingly light, though stern- so when Desmond pulls away, Ezio lets him go. Your ass is going to have an impromptu meeting with the floor, sorry to say.

He... can't really say much at this point. Desmond is one strange strange man in his eyes right now.]

[seventeenth]

[And meet the floor it does, though Desmond doesn't seem to notice right away. He stares at Ezio with the same, wide-eyed expression. His thoughts are going in endless silly circles and he doesn't know where to start when it comes to sorting them out.]

You're-- shit. [He scrambles to his feet, takes a step backwards, stumbles, and nearly falls again.] Ahhh, hell. Ow wow. You're... you're actually there.

[sicarius]

[For an instant, Ezio considers this to be entirely a dream. Nothing is making sense. This boy is talking nonsense and he's not even home anymore. He has to be asleep.

But you don't feel pain, or feel others grab you so vividly as he does now. So he knows it's real.

It's then that in the silence, he actually looks over Desmond for the first time. And that's when he notices the scar. No one else but the Assassins carry that.

When Desmond moves back, Ezio moves forward. Not as a warning, just as advice.]

You can explain when we've discovered a way out of here. Right now we have to focus on where we are.

[seventeenth]

[Desmond doesn't move for a moment, simply staring dumbly at Ezio. This isn't making any sense for Desmond, either, but Ezio's words set his train of thought into motion properly.]

I-- right, right. [He takes a deep breath and starts to calm down. Doing what Ezio says just sort of makes sense to Desmond, and following what he says seems natural. The odd blurring of identities creeps up on him again, but this time he doesn't notice. He pulls himself up a little straighter.]

I've looked around but haven't found any exit that actually opens, yet.

[sicarius]

Then we should keep looking, si? There is no point in keeping captives in a room if the kidnappers cannot escape themselves.

[Chillax, man. They'll find an exit and then sort things out.]

[seventeenth]

[Desmond nods in agreement. Right. He thinks he's calm, now...] There's a door over there-- [He gestures.] --that goes to a tower. I didn't wander too far in, though. [Going alone seemed like a bad idea.]

[sicarius]

[Going alone is always a bad idea. Unless you're on a mission.]

Then let's have a look. We won't get very far by guessing.

[seventeenth]

[Desmond nods. He's now feeling sure enough of his situation that he gestures for Ezio to follow him.] It's right over this way. The tower is kinda falling to pieces, but it should be easy to climb.