Shadows: Whisper | Assassin's Creed

[Mousia]

('Kay.)

 

Abe nodded, satisfied after having won, in her eyes, a battle. Though the whole affair was fairly pointless, it seemed that it was an accomplishment that actually meant something.

"Let's get started, shall we?" she said in Italian, looking at each of the other three players in turn. "We should first decide what game we're playing. Suggestions?"

 

(Unsure of what else to do without some powerplaying and stuffs, so...shortie...)

Edited November 10, 2013 by Mousia

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Castiel/Ceto

 

The two friends remained silent when Cullen and Abe did their thing. While Ceto looked utterly annoyed, a smirk was on Castiel's face. Well, of course he would be amused. He was French and had so many women that she couldn't count any more on her fingers. And that was just in a week... Castiel looked down at his hand, and spotted the king of hearts in his hand. That was great... Wait. The riddle. Play games with my many... "The riddle, I know the answer to it!" he shouted, leaping up. "It's the king of hearts!"

Ceto peered up at him. "Even if it were the king of hearts, how is that going to help us to see where are we going?"

"It's because only the French use the king of hearts in their deck. So our destination is France." Castiel grinned, crossing his arms. "We have no time for a game. All of you, get to work!" and then Ceto scowled at him. Castiel laughed nervously. He had accidentally stepped on her toes. "That is... if Ceto says so."

Ceto stood up and gazed at everyone. "Get to work."

Edited November 10, 2013 by Mousia

[Mousia]

Abe quickly shifted, nodding silently. Hurrying off, she looked around. Sailors dawdled mindlessly, chatting away as the group of four had previously been doing. "Oy! Get to work everyone! To France we go!" Her voice was loud, matter-of-fact, and without a trace of the playfulness it had been rich with just moments before. Looking around for a rag, she didn't find one. Instead, she stripped off her coat and used the outside to try and polish the cannons. They were already clean, but no matter... She wanted to look busy... Cap was already a little angry and that wasn't no joke. She had to get in gear; fast.

[Dusset]

Cullen looked at Castiel as he solved the riddle. France? He put his cards on the table absent-mindedly and dashed off. He might as well have shot up the netting and was in the Crow's Nest before he knew it. He unfurled a map and took a reading on his compass, checked the horizon and shouted at whoever was at wheel, "Bring'er South-West for a knot then turn'er due West!" He kept his eyes on the docks, watching for Templar ships that might have something to say about their sails. The crew was dashing about, but really, he didn't have to do terribly much until they were a distance from shore. He'd only really gave directions because he wanted to bring the ship through the islands off the West of Rome, instead of skirting them. He thought that was the most direct route, but if Ceto wasn't ob board with the idea, he'd plot however she wanted. They had to slip out of the Mediterranean, first, though.

[Mousia]

(Skipskipskipskipskipskipskipskipskip...)

 

As they pulled into the French port, Abe sighed and rolled her eyes. It seemed that they rarely plundered other ships anymore. It was like there was no need for her expertise any longer. She felt almost empty with the idleness. Almost. Of course, there was that Irishman to argue with, but it didn't fulfill the part of her that just wanted to be wild and take all the swag she could. Fire the cannons and sink all the ships who were in their way! She felt the need to do something but sit around and make herself busy with things she hated. What use was there in being on a pirate ship if she couldn't have fun? Some days the woman considered leaving. Others, mutiny. But she did like the captain. She and Abe were friends. It would be a shame to just...leave. To just overthrow her in cold blood. But the dreadlocked woman was just about at her limit. Just about ready to bite her thumb at all them "sailors" and find a ship with a crew that would appreciate her.

 

(Swag is used to mean valuable items taken by thieves.)

[Dusset]

Cullen had stayed up in the crow's nest for the duration of docking and only came down once the anchor was down. He slid down a rope instead of climbing down a net and his feet clapped on deck. He was a bit tired and hi back was sore. Popping it, he proceeded to roll his shoulders and yawn. He'd been asleep only an hour ago, and he felt off. He didn't sleep normally, needing to be in the crow's nest as they left the Mediterranean was necessary, but he'd been up there for a lot of the sail, every few hours, he'd take one of sleep. Then he'd re-orient and assure they were staying true. He wiped sleep from his eyes and he sat plop on a crate and stared at the sky. He needed a blanket up there. He'd brought a lantern, but that had to stay low since they couldn't give away their position, so unless he was resting it as useless. What did he get himself into?

 

Poppy had been up for a few hours, having woken with the sun. She wasn't in a ballroom dress exactly, but it was still nice. She was strolling along the deck, bored as always. Maybe she could flirt Castiel into giving her some more rum from the supply. What she wanted to do more than that, though, was get into town. She'd never been to France, but she spoke a little. If the Frenchman on board told any truth, it was the best place to see, and she'd seem some beautiful in her time. But, as always, she waited for Ceto's orders. They might have to actually do something. You never know.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[Okay, guys, this is gonna be a short post because I'm tired and I have a stomachache. Should not have eaten that cranberry...]

 

Ceto

 

After weeks of sailing they came across the landmass. France. Castiel was very happy, grinning and piping up about how everyone was going to love it here. That was what she would do, anyway... "Hey, everyone get back here at sundown. I'll have the information by then." she said, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

[Dusset]

Poppy grinned when she heard the Captain. She strut her way over to their resident French quartermaster and spoke in her noble voice, "Oh my, Monsieur Dubois. How dreadful these men are! Not one, not one, is fit to escort a lady through town!" She even stamped her foot in mock-frustration. "And I dearly need one. Someone strong and who knows the lay of the land. Someone to protect and guide little ol'me." Not to mention pay for meals and act as a scape goat if they got into hit water. She was a devious one indeed. She clung to his arm and looked up to the man. "I don't suppose you'd know of anyone who fits that particular bill?" If he wouldn't, she would go out on her own. She kept her weapons concealed while in a dress and was no less mobile than in pants, if not more. She had plenty of coin, but rather avoid spending it, and she spoke enough French to skate by.

[RainDash]

Theresa was pale, but coming out the other side of her illness. She stood at the prow of their ship, breeze in her hair. She'd been to France, once. She'd been all over the world and seen it from the deck of a ship. Ceto called when they docked, saying that they needed to be back by noon. Tessa was probably giving to stay on the ship, content to watch the sea and the people from the ship. Besides, she didn't speak French anyway. It would be incredibly rude to do that anyways.

 

[should be sleeping...]

[Mousia]

Abe looked around and, upon seeing a semi-distraught - looking Cullen, approached the man nonchalantly. "Oy. Yer looking lost. Come along, eh?" She gestured for him to go along with her head as well. "I could answer yer questions and you could maybe be a little comic relief, eh? What'da'ye say?" She started walking anyway, setting a rather slow pace, but she was fully ready to speed up if Cullen's stride was faster, for she was sure it would be longer.

 

(So tired.)

[Dusset]

Cullen took a swig of his whiskey and looked up when Abe approached, having been staring at his feet. He thought about it for a moment and agreed, "Sure. Why not." He didn't really have any questions for her, or anyone. He knew as much as what was going on as she did, or so he thought. He stood up and gave chase, catching up with her easily and setting a decent pace. "Got anywhere we're headed?" He asked, curious. "Or are we just strolling around?" He couldn't quite peg her interest in him, because there had to be some to some level. Maybe she just missed home and he reminded her of it? Yeah, actually. That was probably it. That's why he liked talking her. It was as close to his friends in Ireland as he was going to get on a pirate ship.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Castiel

 

The Frenchman felt at home. His eyes scanned the small little port town and there was a grin on his lips. Even his son, Robb, stood by him, gazing at his homeland as well. As soon as they docked, Robb shot off deck and into the crowd of people that stood near the dock. Castiel frowned. Robb wasn't one for the ocean, he supposed. He got temper tandrums when Ceto didn't dock or when she didn't let him off the boat. Poor boy. Perhaps he shouldn't have brought him here. Robb had said it before. The boat was like hell to him. He wanted a soft bed, one that didn't toss and turn with the waves as he struggled to sleep. Oh well... Poppy walked up to him, clinging to his arm and stating that no one was willing to give her a tour. He grinned. Oh, mischievous Poppy. She was the best woman on board. "That is because none of them are French, my flower." he grinned more, his accent thickening. "I will be your tour guide. Where would you like to go first? Do you want to taste the delicacies, or see the landscape?"

 

Ceto

 

Captain Ceto smiled as the crew began to disband. Robb was the first one off of the ship, and then Castiel and Poppy. She turned to the rest of the crew and saw Theresa. She was pale but it seemed that she was getting through her disease. That was good. The captain walked up to her and set a hand on her shoulder, silently signaling her pleasure. And then she raised her eyed to Garrett. For once, the man seemed irritated, hostile. His brows knitted together and his brown eyes shone with malice. Well. That was unexpected. "Oy, Garrett! Walk around. See the sights. Feel the women."

"I'm not in the mood, cap'n." Garrett bit angrily, looking away. The hostility around him increased ten fold.

Ceto raised her hands and backed away. Well! Grumbling under her breath and walked off of the boat. She could go and get a drink. Thankfully, she spotted a pub on the shore. Stretching, she walked to the pub and sat down at the counter. "One scotch." she ordered.

Edited November 11, 2013 by TwilightMoonDragon

[Mousia]

(Ha! Scotch!)

 

Abe shrugged calmly, not really caring. It was relatively obviously how she didn't care for France, really. She was reclined in her gait, hands deep in her pockets as she looked around apathetically, not really caring what was around, though she could go for some food if she found something pleasing. "'av ye bee' t' Fr'nce 'fore?" she inquired, feeling herself switch from slight Italian slang into her harsh Glaswegian accent in English. "I 'av mo' 'an I 'ould 'av like'. I 'ould show ye 'roun' if ye like, bu' it's borin'. No'in like..." Her voice caught in her throat and she coughed in a sorry attempt to cover up the show of emotion and homesickness that was viewed as weakness among the crudest of her kinsmen. "No'in like home."

 

(Translation: Have you been to France before?

I have more than I would have liked. I could show you around if you like, but it's boring. Nothing like...

Nothing like home.)

[Dusset]

Roberts was asleep. Well... Not asleep... He was blacked out.

In an alleyway.

In the trash.

He started to come to with a cough and spat. The Hell was he? Standing up, he stumbled but caught himself before he hit the adjacent wall in the alley. He looked up and saw a broken window a story up. Oh yeah. That's right... Finishing the unknown drink that was in his hand, he threw it back at the pile of garbage he'd slept in and waited for the shatter. Heh. He stretched as if he were going for a light jog, but then proceeded to just walk out as if everything that happened was as normal as breathing. Dusting off his shoulders, he strolled up the street. He was in.... France. Right, yeah. The last ship he'd worked on went bankrupt and he left the night prior. Captains these days didn't know the first thing about running a ship. He had little idea of where to go and what to do. He felt the weight on his hip, taken a 'parting fee' from the last ship. He could stay here for a little. He could stick around and see France, which he had, plenty times. Nah, he'd go looking around for a woman and then seek out work.

He found himself on the docks, taking a deep sniff of the salt, it invigorated him. The sea was his mistress and he her master. The salty depths contained many things, and all he loved. Even the bodies he'd put there, countless. Aimlessly walking, he saw a pub. Wonderful. A place to find captains and women. He walked in, making no grand entrance. Those who knew him, knew him. Those who didn't, didn't. They would soon enough. He took a seat and ordered the strongest thing the barkeep could muster. He was keen when he was drunk. He took a visual survey of the bar and set his eyes on a short brunette woman. Ah, just his type. And she was a bit young, so possibly naive. He made his way over and set and hand on the counter, right next to her. "Hello, my sweet. Such a dangerous place for such a flower as yourself to be." He said in French, with a silvery tongue.

 

"Oh, why thank you, monsieur." Poppy said with a light curtsy. "I'd love to see France. You know, I've never been. I haven't been on this boat for terribly long, and no others bothered with France. Curious, I know, but of course, uneducated captain can't see the potential for plunder in such a beauteous land." She hooked her arm with his, more properly and started to walk from the Sista Viska. Perhaps she might actually like his company. Frenchmen in their natural habitat were supposedly the mos romantic men in the known world. Maybe he'd surprise her. "You wouldn't happen to know what city we're in, would you? I couldn't expect you to show me the best without knowing it yourself." She pointed out. If he was going to be useless she had to cut her losses early. She could snatch any man off the street to show her around, though, so she supposed it wouldn't be the end of the world if he didn't.

 

"Nothin's like home, lass." Cullen said. "Whether it be Ir'land or Scotland, it be pretty hard to be m'beautiful in m'opinion." He was patriotic to his core. "But oi 'aven't been to France, nah. Never traveled 'ery much in m'life." He walked down the gangplank and said, "I'd love 'ya ta' show me about, though. Don't speak a lick'a French. Neva thought I'd need 'ta. Oi'll eve repay 'ya. I'll take 'ya 'ta lunch. Ow's dat sound? Fair?" He couldn't expect her to spend her day showing him around and such with nothing in return. "'An 'ya know. 'Ya name can't be 'Abe'. It short fer' Abigail? Maybe even 'fer Antoinette?" The second was a stretch, but he couldn't see her going by Ant.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[Yep! Scotch.]

 

Ceto

 

The sharp bite of scotch was enough to make her happy. With a smirk, she downed the rest. Ah, that hit the spot... A man sat next to her and started to call her a flower in French. Ceto dully gazed at him, and reached out. Her fingers tried to grab on to whatever facial hair he had and pull him close. "Call me flower again, and you're dead." Ceto hissed.

 

Castiel

 

"Marseille." Castiel replied immediately. His blue eyes shot down toward her and he grinned. "I know because this is where I was born. Lived a few years here before I fled home and was picked up by pirates."

 

[short. For some unknown reason, I have to pick up my mom on the bus while she brought her car to work.]

[Mousia]

Abe giggled a little, a rare-ish sight. Usually she chuckled a low chuckle. Only little girls and proper women giggled. "It's fo' Abigail. Ye don' 'av t' ta' m' out ei'er, ye know." It wasn't that she'd mind, but she really didn't know how to act. It didn't take much effort or class to be a slave - indeed, she'd never really been classy - so she was unsure of how to even conduct herself. "I'm we' off 'nough t' pay fo' m' own foo'." God. How hard did he plan on making it to leave? Ceto, Garrett, Tessa. Even Robb. They held her to the ship. Cutting ties one by one would be too painful. She'd have to yank them out in one go. Even if they didn't know her very well, she did know them. If Cullen was added to her list, she feared she wouldn't be able to leave. She'd be tied to something she barely even liked for the rest of her life. Sheesh. "We', 'is area 'ere's fo' th' seafarin' folk. Like us, see? It's go' ro' an' t'mble pubs an' shops wit' sh'dy cl'rks."

 

(Translation: It's short for Abigail. You don't have to take me out either, you know.

I'm well off enough to pay for my own food.

Well, this area here's for the seafaring folk. Like us, see? It's got rough and tumble pubs and shops with shady clerks.)

[Dusset]

Roberts recoiled a little. "Woah there, missy. Got a temper, do ya? I like it." He said, raising his eyebrows. "I like it. I like you. How about we go off and find a room? Huh? I bet that you haven't been with a good sir such as myself. How'd you like to?" She was feisty. Bet she was a fine specimen. She wasn't worth the trouble of full courting, though.

 

"Oh?" Poppy said. "I bet this is a fine town to produce a fine man such yourself."

 

"Don't worry about it, Abigail." Cullen said. "I want to."

 

((Soooooooo sorry. I'm pressed for time and barely had enough to do this.))

[Mousia]

(Don't worry about it.)

 

Abe shrugged, doing her best to play it off. What do I do now? I don't know how to respond! AHHHH! She spent a fraction of a second panicking and then responded with the first thing that came to mind. "Na' why 'ould ye wan' t' do 'at?" Wrong response! No! What do I do now? Probably seem like a weirdo now. But it's too late to go back now. Argh! Still, she breathed slowly and quietly - forcing herself to, really - and looked around. There was really nothing to see yet. A few drunkards here or there, shops with one-eyed owners, stuff of that variety. But nothing a tourist would really find interesting or appealing. So she just waited for punishment, something she'd long grown accustomed to after saying something out of line, and found herself holding back the cringe of anticipation. Even though she didn't suffer from episodes often anymore, the effects of her past were still evident.

 

(Translation: Now why would you want to do that?)

[Dusset]

"I dunno." Cullen said, "Thought I moight treat 'ye since 'yer treatin' me 'ere." He shrugged. "If 'ye don' wan' me 'ta, dats fine. Jus' bein' polite." He drank from his whiskey and slid it into his robes again. "I've got no problem wit' lettin' the lady pay if she wishes." He looked around at the townsfolk. Well, kinda townsfolk. They were probably mostly sailors that weren't from France, like them. He kept a mind to keep his hood up, just so he didn't draw attention to himself that he didn't need. Red hair was a good description to give to Templars to find an Assassin. Few were. Even West of England, they weren't as common as you'd think. So he kept his fiery follicles in check. "What the name'a 'dis town, anyways?"

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Ceto

 

Ceto glowered at Roberts, her blue eyes blazing wildly. How dare he?! She wasn't that easy. Well, for Castiel she was. But that was because he was kind of good looking and wasn't as wrinkly as this man that was trying to pick her up. Though she had to admit that he had a certain mysterious allure to him, she was not about to jump in the sheets with this man. Now if he was younger... More handsome... Maybe she would. "Now, how about you get your grubby, grimy eyes off of me and look at your sad reflection in your drink?" she snarled, her voice dark and deadly. With that she turned her back on him and shot down another glass of whiskey. She would get drunk and then sleep it off, with Castiel or not. Then the next day, she would begin the expedition for the piece of eden. She doubted it existed. Maybe the stories of Altair and Ezio were just... fairy tales? Maybe they never existed. Maybe they were just made up to make a good example for future assassins? Ceto always doubted, that was her flaw.

 

Castiel

 

Castiel smiled at Poppy and brought her closer. She was so warm, so soft. And then the... feeling came. That feeling of a hungering violence and want for her. He hated that feeling. He struggled to control it all of the time. But sometimes... he just snapped. Grabbing her by the wrist, he dragged her into an alley and pushed her up against the wall. With that, he kissed her, violently and angrily. It was a sickness, he had, you see. Sometimes he went on a rampage on the boat and he had to be tied up. He always prayed that it would go away. Sometimes he wondered if it was a demon that had possessed him. Other times he began to think and remember that his mother was the same way. How one moment she would be laughing and tickling him and the next she would be beating the hell out of him. Sometimes he would worry if Robb would be the same. That someone had placed a curse on his family's name.

 

[sorry if it's moddish. You can have her beat him up in turn.]

[Dusset]

Poppy didn't mind terribly much when he brought her close. Meh. Whatever. But suddenly he grabbed her by the wrist. Where was he going with this...? Her eyebrows might as well have been floating up and away when she realized he was dragging her into an alley. Suddenly, she was forced on a wall and was being kissed. She liked it, to an extent. Sure as Hell not enough to put up with it. She managed her hand free and with both, pushed him off. She couldn't get a lot of leverage, not enough to get him all the way off, but as he came back, he forehead met his nose. She wrapped her arms around his torso and kneed him in the crotch. Hard. Pulling away, she slammed an elbow into his stomach and drew a knife. "I don't know what the Hell has gotten into you, but I swear if you try that again I will rip out your lungs and use them for socks.

 

((I'll post as Roberts in a little))

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Castiel

 

Welp, he expected that. The man huffed harshly when Poppy's forehead slammed into his nose, not breaking it but making it hurt like hell. She doubled up with a knee to his nether regions and then an elbow to his stomach. In the end he was curled up on the floor, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip and screwing his eyes shut. Well, he had forgotten why she named Poppy. Not for the flower, but for the sound necks made when they snapped. And she was German. What the hell was he thinking? He staggered to his feet and grinned at her weakly. He had also forgotten how well she could fight. The glint of a knife shone in his face. Well, she was taking this too far! It wasn't going to be like he was going to violate her. "Hah. Forgot how well you fight." he grinned deeply and laughed. "I mean, you have such a pretty face. I wouldn't have guessed if it was the first time I met you." he laughed again, standing against the wall.

[Dusset]

"Yeah. Don't do that again." Poppy said as she sheathed her knife under her dress. "Go ahead and stay on the ground for all I care. I don't need that from you. Find another girl if that's how you act." She searched him for his coin and took about a quarter of it. With that, she walked away. How dare he? How dare he force her against a wall like that? The Hell had gotten into him? She didn't have issues with sleeping with him,nut she would do it on her accord, and no one else's.

 

"I'm not that old." Roberts said. She could be his daughter, though. "But you've a fire in your belly. I like it. I can see you aren't some maiden. Work on a ship, do you? Which one is she? The Plague? Sun Flower? Crash?" He asked. Maybe her captain was someone he knew? He saw her finger and realized what she was. Mmm. That explains it. He had no quarrel with the Aassassins. Never once did they raise a blade to him, and never once did he hinder their little cause.

[Mousia]

(Just not gonna say the name of it and stuffs.)

 

Abe chuckled again, retreating into her shell again. Okay. No more messing up, eh? "Yer gon' le' the lady pay? Ne'ermin' 'at, I know a man... We can ea' 'ere fer free. 'ow's 'at fer a compromise?" She looked around and barely listened to his question. "Ah, don' ma'er. If ye knew, no one else 'ould. 's jus' a li'le tow'. Castiel grew u' 'ere, though." Passing through to the boutique-y area, she shook her head in disgust. "'is 'ere's the place where all them ladies like t' be. O'er 'ere also 'appens t' be where all the married men 'ate t' be. Ain't 'at funny?" Pausing a little to wave to people who'd been on the Sista Viska years before who were in the area, she bit her lip to keep from reliving the nightmares from before. God damn, she really hated those days. Those people. Why did she even bother? "So 'at 'as yer home like?"

 

(Translation: You're going to let the lady pay? Nevermind that, I know a man... We can eat there for free. How's that for a compromise?

Ah, don't matter. If you know, no one else would. It's just a little town. Castiel grew up here, though.

This here's the place where all them ladies like to be. Over here also happens to be where all the married men hate to be. Ain't that funny?

SO what was your home like?)

[Dusset]

"Ir'land?" Cullen asked. "It's beautiful. Rolling green hills. Snowy mountains. Great open fields. The biggest oak you've ever seen. Skys as blue as water and a view of the Sum that would make you question if you'd ever truly seen it before." He didn't even consider that he was over selling it. To him, it was all true. So little of his country was developed, and it left a lot to explore. "How's Scotland?"

 

((I am officially back to short posts and decent/long only o the occasion. Until Saturday.

Also. Pretend he was using his acccent.))

Edited November 11, 2013 by Dusset