Networking
May. 16th, 2012 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Assassin's Creed/Prototype
Summary: The Network's usual chatter.
Rating: G
Contains: Nothing.
Notes: Set either in the first game or post-first game. No Prototype 2 spoilers.
The setting. Uuuuuuh. Alex infected a bunch of Assassins and because of the hive-mind, they now have a mental network. XDD;
Spawned by
dogmatix, this thread (Prototype 2 spoilers), and this ficlet. This fic will make so much more sense if you read the ficlet first. XD;;;;;
Genre: Crack/family
Word count: 283
Status: Complete? (Unlikely. Pfffft.)
Alex glared at them as he stood at the doorway. That glare had made some of the hardest men quake in their boots, reintroduced terror to those who thought they had conquered it. That didn't mean much when you knew exactly what Alex was thinking, and death wasn't anywhere on the menu. At worst, Alex was grumbling. Resistant, but grumbling.
Alex's glare deepened, and Desmond grinned back at him; knowing the inner thoughts of Alex meant Alex knew his thoughts, so Alex knew he knew Alex was just putting up an act.
Growling now –again, just for show- Alex just barely stopped himself from stomping over to the bed and threw himself onto it, his tendrils flickering in and out of view. Which…normally happened when Alex was agitated, and Desmond knew that wasn't the case just then and since Alex literally held himself together with his thoughts… That was a little worrying.
A soft sigh escaped Alex's lips as the tendrils found contact with the other occupants in the bed, 'home/safe/family' singing in their heads when they did. It didn't take long for Alex to relax, the tension leaving him bit by bit.
Two minutes later, Alex was asleep.
* * *
'Is he asleep?'
'Yeah.'
'How long was he awake this time?'
…
'When was the last time we felt him sleeping?'
'Uuuuuh.'
'Pfft, anyone wanna bring up a timeline?'
'All right, if I was awake around these hours…'
'I cover up ta six.'
'Hm, I'm fairly sure I was up around about seven.'
'Ah-ha! I couldn't feel him there.'
…
'We need to distract him more.'
'I can hear you.'
'You go back to sleep.'
'…'
'Good. So, anyway, we should…'
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Wanted. Emoticons. So badly. XDDDD;;
Summary: The Network's usual chatter.
Rating: G
Contains: Nothing.
Notes: Set either in the first game or post-first game. No Prototype 2 spoilers.
The setting. Uuuuuuh. Alex infected a bunch of Assassins and because of the hive-mind, they now have a mental network. XDD;
Spawned by
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Genre: Crack/family
Word count: 283
Status: Complete? (Unlikely. Pfffft.)
Alex glared at them as he stood at the doorway. That glare had made some of the hardest men quake in their boots, reintroduced terror to those who thought they had conquered it. That didn't mean much when you knew exactly what Alex was thinking, and death wasn't anywhere on the menu. At worst, Alex was grumbling. Resistant, but grumbling.
Alex's glare deepened, and Desmond grinned back at him; knowing the inner thoughts of Alex meant Alex knew his thoughts, so Alex knew he knew Alex was just putting up an act.
Growling now –again, just for show- Alex just barely stopped himself from stomping over to the bed and threw himself onto it, his tendrils flickering in and out of view. Which…normally happened when Alex was agitated, and Desmond knew that wasn't the case just then and since Alex literally held himself together with his thoughts… That was a little worrying.
A soft sigh escaped Alex's lips as the tendrils found contact with the other occupants in the bed, 'home/safe/family' singing in their heads when they did. It didn't take long for Alex to relax, the tension leaving him bit by bit.
Two minutes later, Alex was asleep.
'Is he asleep?'
'Yeah.'
'How long was he awake this time?'
…
'When was the last time we felt him sleeping?'
'Uuuuuh.'
'Pfft, anyone wanna bring up a timeline?'
'All right, if I was awake around these hours…'
'I cover up ta six.'
'Hm, I'm fairly sure I was up around about seven.'
'Ah-ha! I couldn't feel him there.'
…
'We need to distract him more.'
'I can hear you.'
'You go back to sleep.'
'…'
'Good. So, anyway, we should…'
Wanted. Emoticons. So badly. XDDDD;;