Reasonable Assumption
Apr. 30th, 2012 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
esp_dragonFandom: Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood/Skyrim
Summary: When Desmond loads into the Animus, he finds out about another conspiracy of the century.
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Swearing
Notes: Spoilers for the end of Assassin's Creed II.
Genre: General/Humour
Word count: 565
Status: Complete
Desmond blinked rapidly as he waited for his eyes to adjust to Rome constructing itself in front of him. As soon as everything was settled into place, Desmond tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing again. He was in the-
A tremendous roar cut off Desmond's train of thought and he whipped his head around to find the...source…
What. The. Fuck.
A fucking gigantic dragon the size of a building landed on a nearby rooftop, making everything shake and Desmond was only just able to not fall on his ass. It was covered in silver scales that sparkled in the sunlight, the sharp claws attached to its wings looked like they were as long as Desmond was tall and, really, Desmond wondered how the building it was on hadn't already buckled under its weight.
Fuck, Desmond could take god-like beings talking directly to him through his ancestor but a dragon. In Italy. How much of a cover-up must have happened to hide that?
"What the-? Rebecca! What the hell did you do?"
"Aw, shit; must've copied in my Skyrim save by accident. Sorry, Desmond, gonna have to pull you out while I fix this."
"Yeah, sure," Desmond said faintly, hoping his didn't draw attention to himself. It was a mix-up with the Animus? Ezio hadn't seen a dragon…? Desmond quashed his embarrassment, quietly laughing at himself. Rome collapsed around him in a burst of white lines.
Shaun was muttering under his breath as he stared at whatever Rebecca was doing; he turned to Desmond, his mouth open, but then paused, squinting at him. "You look disappointed." Desmond scrambled to adjust his expression but it was too late, Shaun's attention sharpening. "And - hang on, did you think dragons actually existed?"
"What? No!" Except Shaun was staring at him incredulously, his jaw hanging open, and Desmond was all too conscious of how much his face was heating up.
"You - you thought-"
"After everything I've found out so far, I'm willing to believe anything," Desmond tried to come back with, but he merely sounded defensive.
All he got was an unimpressed raised eyebrow. "Dragons, Desmond. Dragons."
Everyone was staring at him now, and Desmond just wanted to bury his head in his hands. What the hell was with his life if he could take dragons at face-value without a second thought?
"What's next? If you'd seen one of those - those cat people-"
"Khajiit," Rebecca corrected, still tapping away at her computer, though she glanced back at Desmond every couple of seconds.
"-would you have thought they were real too? Do we have to tell you Santa Claus isn't real? The tooth fairy?"
Desmond groaned, wondering if he'd be able to make a break for the exit and if everyone would pretend this had never happened when he got back. He snorted. With Shaun? Not likely. "God-like beings. Who spoke to me through Ezio," he retorting, feeling like it wasn't going to be anywhere near enough a good excuse.
It wasn't, Shaun just shaking his head while he turned back to whatever Rebecca was doing, muttering under his breath again and Desmond could hear a few choice words that were directed towards him.
Desmond rubbed his forehead as he stood up, avoiding looking at everyone and got out as quietly as he could. He was never going to live this down...
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…Playing Skyrim on the Animus would be awesome. *_____* (And is probably how the save got there in the first place. XDDD)
Summary: When Desmond loads into the Animus, he finds out about another conspiracy of the century.
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Swearing
Notes: Spoilers for the end of Assassin's Creed II.
Genre: General/Humour
Word count: 565
Status: Complete
Desmond blinked rapidly as he waited for his eyes to adjust to Rome constructing itself in front of him. As soon as everything was settled into place, Desmond tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing again. He was in the-
A tremendous roar cut off Desmond's train of thought and he whipped his head around to find the...source…
What. The. Fuck.
A fucking gigantic dragon the size of a building landed on a nearby rooftop, making everything shake and Desmond was only just able to not fall on his ass. It was covered in silver scales that sparkled in the sunlight, the sharp claws attached to its wings looked like they were as long as Desmond was tall and, really, Desmond wondered how the building it was on hadn't already buckled under its weight.
Fuck, Desmond could take god-like beings talking directly to him through his ancestor but a dragon. In Italy. How much of a cover-up must have happened to hide that?
"What the-? Rebecca! What the hell did you do?"
"Aw, shit; must've copied in my Skyrim save by accident. Sorry, Desmond, gonna have to pull you out while I fix this."
"Yeah, sure," Desmond said faintly, hoping his didn't draw attention to himself. It was a mix-up with the Animus? Ezio hadn't seen a dragon…? Desmond quashed his embarrassment, quietly laughing at himself. Rome collapsed around him in a burst of white lines.
Shaun was muttering under his breath as he stared at whatever Rebecca was doing; he turned to Desmond, his mouth open, but then paused, squinting at him. "You look disappointed." Desmond scrambled to adjust his expression but it was too late, Shaun's attention sharpening. "And - hang on, did you think dragons actually existed?"
"What? No!" Except Shaun was staring at him incredulously, his jaw hanging open, and Desmond was all too conscious of how much his face was heating up.
"You - you thought-"
"After everything I've found out so far, I'm willing to believe anything," Desmond tried to come back with, but he merely sounded defensive.
All he got was an unimpressed raised eyebrow. "Dragons, Desmond. Dragons."
Everyone was staring at him now, and Desmond just wanted to bury his head in his hands. What the hell was with his life if he could take dragons at face-value without a second thought?
"What's next? If you'd seen one of those - those cat people-"
"Khajiit," Rebecca corrected, still tapping away at her computer, though she glanced back at Desmond every couple of seconds.
"-would you have thought they were real too? Do we have to tell you Santa Claus isn't real? The tooth fairy?"
Desmond groaned, wondering if he'd be able to make a break for the exit and if everyone would pretend this had never happened when he got back. He snorted. With Shaun? Not likely. "God-like beings. Who spoke to me through Ezio," he retorting, feeling like it wasn't going to be anywhere near enough a good excuse.
It wasn't, Shaun just shaking his head while he turned back to whatever Rebecca was doing, muttering under his breath again and Desmond could hear a few choice words that were directed towards him.
Desmond rubbed his forehead as he stood up, avoiding looking at everyone and got out as quietly as he could. He was never going to live this down...
…Playing Skyrim on the Animus would be awesome. *_____* (And is probably how the save got there in the first place. XDDD)