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esp_dragonFandom: Assassin's Creed/Prototype
Summary: As if being trapped in a quarantined city just after arriving wasn't bad enough, it turns out the Assassin safe house isn't Alex-proof…
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Some gore (Alex consuming something). More swearing than usual. XD;;
Notes: Pulled Prototype forward a little of years, and this is on day 3, before the stuff with Karen. Assassin's Creed, after Revelations?
This tentacle!Desmond is different from the Unexpected tentacle!Desmond, mostly with having different instincts/lacking the touch-happy instincts. :3
Taking liberties on some architecture (though we are talking about Alex here…).
Yeeeeep, still writing fordogmatix's Five Acts post. XDDD
Genre: Action
Word count: 1,282
Status: Work in Progress?
"This is just fucking great," Desmond muttered as he prowled the Assassin safe house, his tentacles moving restlessly. Safe house, ha. They'd been edgy enough going into the city until they noticed the very obvious military presence patrolling every corner the further they went in; just as they were turning back to leave, the announcement had gone out that the city was under quarantine.
Shaun's remark about it being a Templar plot had not eased their moods.
They'd made it to the safe house without any difficulties, but the Animus stayed in the van; the less they had to re-pack up, the faster they could get out the city the first chance they got.
The news reports couldn't be trusted so Desmond's dad had left to gather information in person, Shaun and Rebecca looking at what they could hack into. Either way, there wasn't much Desmond could do - he had just enough knowledge to send an e-mail, and going outside with tentacles? Forget it.
"You know, if you really want to help," Shaun started, and Desmond rolled his eyes, waiting to see what he would say.
Something shuddered overhead, making the lights swing and dust drift down from the ceiling. They froze, glancing up; Desmond was fairly sure the crack that ran from one side to the other side of the ceiling hadn't been there when they'd arrived.
"Well, that didn't sound natural," Shaun said quietly.
A second later, the crack splintered like a spider's web, lines running out and stopping at random places. There was another thud and Desmond's eyes widened when he realised the crack had split open further, the ceiling already visibly sagging.
"Fuck!" Sprinting as fast as his tentacles could go, Desmond grabbed Shaun and Rebecca -fuck, the door was on the other side of the room!- and kept going, the ceiling collapsing behind him with an enormous groan.
Desmond had just enough time to whirl around and press his back to the wall, Shaun and Rebecca beside him, before his tentacles were a blur as they smacked the crashing debris away from them. They couldn't help with the clouds of dust though, making Desmond cough and his eyes water. Around them, people's screams could be heard, car alarms blaring.
It didn't take very long for everything to stop falling - except there was something else in the room that must have been caught in the collapse, roaring like no animal Desmond had ever heard. The dust cleared enough for Desmond to see two shapes clashing against each other, one human-sized, the other decidedly...not. It was much larger than the human, standing on all fours, its skin an angry red colour.
Just then, the non-human reared up, raising a meaty fist to strike; in response, the man ran up the non-human, stopping around about face level. Desmond could only gape as red and black tentacles exploded out of the man, latching onto the bigger being and...
All thoughts of talking with the other man about his own set of tentacles fled Desmond's mind.
Desmond swallowed, his own tentacles curling protectively around Shaun and Rebecca, making sure he had a secure grip on them for when he had to run. He wasn't sure what the fuck just happened except that the other tentacles had wrapped completely around the non-human, then there had been a spray of blood; when the tentacles let go, the non-human falling to the ground in an unmoving heap, open wounds oozing dark blood.
Letting out a deep breath, tentacles writhing in the air for a second before disappearing from view, the man slowly turned around to level a narrowed-eyed glare at them. He looked pretty normal –a hoodie, a jacket and jeans, and he had the regular four limbs- considering he'd just killed something with tentacles. Desmond inanely wondered if the tentacles were concealed under his clothes, and then he noticed that even though there was blood splattered all around him, the man's clothes were unblemished. That… There was something off about that.
Desmond could hear Shaun sucking in a breath to say something and he covered his mouth with a tentacle before that could happen. Shaun had a habit of making sarcastic comments...all the time, really, but when he was stressed, the bite of his words got worse and Desmond did not want to have any distractions - or have Shaun piss the other guy off.
"You're one of hers, aren't you?" the hooded man asked as his gaze flicked over Desmond, his voice low. "You're another..." His face twisted, scowling.
"Look," Desmond started, his tentacles itching to do something, constantly moving. Except they were trapped in a corner, with the only way out was up. "We don't know what you're talking about but..."
The other man didn't look convinced. "If you weren't...made from Greene," and what the fuck did that mean? "then you're like her."
There wasn't enough time to even think about what he'd just said because holy fuck his arms transformed, changing each of his fingers into claws that practically touched the fucking floor and Desmond launched himself to the side just in time to not end up missing a few tentacles. The wall that had been behind Desmond was sliced cleanly like a knife through water, not resisting at all. Yeah, Desmond did not want those claws anywhere near him.
Desmond's tentacles scrabbled to grab hold on to anything with purchase, the ground not stable in the slightest as he prepared to dodge again. He grabbed a loose piece of debris and threw it – and what the fuck, the guy's arm changed into a fucking shield! A shield that was all angles and spikes, similar to the claws. The block bounced off the shield, making no impact as far as Desmond could see, and a second later, the shield rippled and reverted back into the claws.
If this was only a few of the other man's abilities, Desmond wasn't sure he was going to survive this encounter.
Snarling, the man lunged at him again, claws glinting in the sunlight.
"Whoa, hold on! Desmond's a good guy!"
"And we'd like him to stay in one piece!"
The man paused at their words, glancing between Rebecca and Shaun, his claws still there but at least lowered. He turned his attention on Desmond, frowning as he studied him again. Desmond wasn't sure what he saw, but he marginally relaxed at least, the claws angling towards the ground. "You aren't…"
"I'm not 'one of Greene's'" Desmond said carefully, hoping that was what the man was asking, watching him closely. "We just got here." He wasn't sure if that statement would help but he could at least try.
The man's gaze then went to Desmond's tentacles. "You not…"
"This was a…" How the hell was he supposed to explain the Animus? "genetic mutation that showed up after I was born." Ha.
The man was silent for a few seconds before nodding. He turned around and leaped onto the wall – and then started running up it, red and black tendrils flickering in and out of view around his feet. It took one flip for him to clear the lip of the hole in the ceiling and then he was gone.
When he didn't come back, Desmond sagged, his tentacles drooping, easing Rebecca and Shawn down onto their feet.
He had no idea what the fuck just happened. If that was what the military were trying to pen in, Desmond wasn't sure if trying to get off the island would be extremely easy or ridiculously hard, depending on what exactly they were targeting. He wasn't envying anyone who was ordered to go up against them anyway.
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Groundspike! \o/
Alex's philosophy in life: attack first, consume second, maybe ask questions third. Or fourth. XDDDD *facepalm*
Depending on how the change happened and on Desmond's mindset at the time, I have the feeling the word 'monster' is now banned in the Assassin circle. XD;
Argh, I was hoping Alex would invite them over to his safe house, dammit. Or, you know, at least introduce himself! D: Awkward pronouns everywhere.
I'd wanted someone to make the comment 'Uuuuh, so, who gets to explain what happened here to William?' at the end except all of them were a little too shaken for the flippancy.
('Fuck' shows up ten times in my document. That's one practically every one-hundred words. Yikes!)
Summary: As if being trapped in a quarantined city just after arriving wasn't bad enough, it turns out the Assassin safe house isn't Alex-proof…
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Some gore (Alex consuming something). More swearing than usual. XD;;
Notes: Pulled Prototype forward a little of years, and this is on day 3, before the stuff with Karen. Assassin's Creed, after Revelations?
This tentacle!Desmond is different from the Unexpected tentacle!Desmond, mostly with having different instincts/lacking the touch-happy instincts. :3
Taking liberties on some architecture (though we are talking about Alex here…).
Yeeeeep, still writing for
dogmatix's Five Acts post. XDDDGenre: Action
Word count: 1,282
Status: Work in Progress?
"This is just fucking great," Desmond muttered as he prowled the Assassin safe house, his tentacles moving restlessly. Safe house, ha. They'd been edgy enough going into the city until they noticed the very obvious military presence patrolling every corner the further they went in; just as they were turning back to leave, the announcement had gone out that the city was under quarantine.
Shaun's remark about it being a Templar plot had not eased their moods.
They'd made it to the safe house without any difficulties, but the Animus stayed in the van; the less they had to re-pack up, the faster they could get out the city the first chance they got.
The news reports couldn't be trusted so Desmond's dad had left to gather information in person, Shaun and Rebecca looking at what they could hack into. Either way, there wasn't much Desmond could do - he had just enough knowledge to send an e-mail, and going outside with tentacles? Forget it.
"You know, if you really want to help," Shaun started, and Desmond rolled his eyes, waiting to see what he would say.
Something shuddered overhead, making the lights swing and dust drift down from the ceiling. They froze, glancing up; Desmond was fairly sure the crack that ran from one side to the other side of the ceiling hadn't been there when they'd arrived.
"Well, that didn't sound natural," Shaun said quietly.
A second later, the crack splintered like a spider's web, lines running out and stopping at random places. There was another thud and Desmond's eyes widened when he realised the crack had split open further, the ceiling already visibly sagging.
"Fuck!" Sprinting as fast as his tentacles could go, Desmond grabbed Shaun and Rebecca -fuck, the door was on the other side of the room!- and kept going, the ceiling collapsing behind him with an enormous groan.
Desmond had just enough time to whirl around and press his back to the wall, Shaun and Rebecca beside him, before his tentacles were a blur as they smacked the crashing debris away from them. They couldn't help with the clouds of dust though, making Desmond cough and his eyes water. Around them, people's screams could be heard, car alarms blaring.
It didn't take very long for everything to stop falling - except there was something else in the room that must have been caught in the collapse, roaring like no animal Desmond had ever heard. The dust cleared enough for Desmond to see two shapes clashing against each other, one human-sized, the other decidedly...not. It was much larger than the human, standing on all fours, its skin an angry red colour.
Just then, the non-human reared up, raising a meaty fist to strike; in response, the man ran up the non-human, stopping around about face level. Desmond could only gape as red and black tentacles exploded out of the man, latching onto the bigger being and...
All thoughts of talking with the other man about his own set of tentacles fled Desmond's mind.
Desmond swallowed, his own tentacles curling protectively around Shaun and Rebecca, making sure he had a secure grip on them for when he had to run. He wasn't sure what the fuck just happened except that the other tentacles had wrapped completely around the non-human, then there had been a spray of blood; when the tentacles let go, the non-human falling to the ground in an unmoving heap, open wounds oozing dark blood.
Letting out a deep breath, tentacles writhing in the air for a second before disappearing from view, the man slowly turned around to level a narrowed-eyed glare at them. He looked pretty normal –a hoodie, a jacket and jeans, and he had the regular four limbs- considering he'd just killed something with tentacles. Desmond inanely wondered if the tentacles were concealed under his clothes, and then he noticed that even though there was blood splattered all around him, the man's clothes were unblemished. That… There was something off about that.
Desmond could hear Shaun sucking in a breath to say something and he covered his mouth with a tentacle before that could happen. Shaun had a habit of making sarcastic comments...all the time, really, but when he was stressed, the bite of his words got worse and Desmond did not want to have any distractions - or have Shaun piss the other guy off.
"You're one of hers, aren't you?" the hooded man asked as his gaze flicked over Desmond, his voice low. "You're another..." His face twisted, scowling.
"Look," Desmond started, his tentacles itching to do something, constantly moving. Except they were trapped in a corner, with the only way out was up. "We don't know what you're talking about but..."
The other man didn't look convinced. "If you weren't...made from Greene," and what the fuck did that mean? "then you're like her."
There wasn't enough time to even think about what he'd just said because holy fuck his arms transformed, changing each of his fingers into claws that practically touched the fucking floor and Desmond launched himself to the side just in time to not end up missing a few tentacles. The wall that had been behind Desmond was sliced cleanly like a knife through water, not resisting at all. Yeah, Desmond did not want those claws anywhere near him.
Desmond's tentacles scrabbled to grab hold on to anything with purchase, the ground not stable in the slightest as he prepared to dodge again. He grabbed a loose piece of debris and threw it – and what the fuck, the guy's arm changed into a fucking shield! A shield that was all angles and spikes, similar to the claws. The block bounced off the shield, making no impact as far as Desmond could see, and a second later, the shield rippled and reverted back into the claws.
If this was only a few of the other man's abilities, Desmond wasn't sure he was going to survive this encounter.
Snarling, the man lunged at him again, claws glinting in the sunlight.
"Whoa, hold on! Desmond's a good guy!"
"And we'd like him to stay in one piece!"
The man paused at their words, glancing between Rebecca and Shaun, his claws still there but at least lowered. He turned his attention on Desmond, frowning as he studied him again. Desmond wasn't sure what he saw, but he marginally relaxed at least, the claws angling towards the ground. "You aren't…"
"I'm not 'one of Greene's'" Desmond said carefully, hoping that was what the man was asking, watching him closely. "We just got here." He wasn't sure if that statement would help but he could at least try.
The man's gaze then went to Desmond's tentacles. "You not…"
"This was a…" How the hell was he supposed to explain the Animus? "genetic mutation that showed up after I was born." Ha.
The man was silent for a few seconds before nodding. He turned around and leaped onto the wall – and then started running up it, red and black tendrils flickering in and out of view around his feet. It took one flip for him to clear the lip of the hole in the ceiling and then he was gone.
When he didn't come back, Desmond sagged, his tentacles drooping, easing Rebecca and Shawn down onto their feet.
He had no idea what the fuck just happened. If that was what the military were trying to pen in, Desmond wasn't sure if trying to get off the island would be extremely easy or ridiculously hard, depending on what exactly they were targeting. He wasn't envying anyone who was ordered to go up against them anyway.
Groundspike! \o/
Alex's philosophy in life: attack first, consume second, maybe ask questions third. Or fourth. XDDDD *facepalm*
Depending on how the change happened and on Desmond's mindset at the time, I have the feeling the word 'monster' is now banned in the Assassin circle. XD;
Argh, I was hoping Alex would invite them over to his safe house, dammit. Or, you know, at least introduce himself! D: Awkward pronouns everywhere.
I'd wanted someone to make the comment 'Uuuuh, so, who gets to explain what happened here to William?' at the end except all of them were a little too shaken for the flippancy.
('Fuck' shows up ten times in my document. That's one practically every one-hundred words. Yikes!)