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carefree was hardly how arno felt at the best of times, let alone while on a mission. if there was one thing he did well, though, it was faking things. he'd always taken the 'hide in plain sight' bit of the creed to heart. his smile never faltered as he clinked his glass and took a swig.

«oh, you have no idea. all this talk of how grand new york is, and i can't find a single thing to do except bother strangers in a bar or watch the rats on the subway.»

ARNO LOOKS GOOD, LIKE THAT. Loose, carefree. Adrien wonders what it's like to not have a care in the world—wonders if Arno is one of those people who could actually show him.

<<I see,>> he laughs. <<To business ending, then.>> They clink classes. It feels appropriate. His beer, suddenly, tastes less shitty, sharing it with a patriot. <<You must be very, very bored.>>

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arno laughed as well, tossing his head back a little. again, he tipped his pint in a little shrugging motion.

«eh, you caught me. not unemployed, thank you very much, but i'm technically here for a business conference. ended yesterday. buuuuut my flight back isn't until friday, so until then...» a lift of his glass. «shit beer and bothering strangers.»

<<Right, of course,>> Adrien laughs, clearly skeptical. But he likes laughing at people, likes feeling like he has something over them. And he definitely gets the sense that Arno—or whatever his name is—is hiding something.

<<That sounds like the most lame excuse of all time, I think. If you are unemployed and like to drink in the day, you can tell me. I will not judge, mm, very much.>>

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evidently, talking shit was enough of an in. arno found that generally worked with anyone who had a sense of humour. he grinned, pausing to take a swig of his beer — which, admittedly, was shit — before replying.

«market research! i own a café bar in paris. this is very important research on how to entice the american tourists.» a cover, obviously. he couldn't exactly just say he was here because this bar happened to be the favourite watering hole for his assassination target.

AH, YES, ADRIEN ALSO LIKES LOUDLY TALKING SHIT IN A LANGUAGE MOST PEOPLE NEARBY CAN'T UNDERSTAND. Henods eagerly, despite himself, despite still being a little put-off by the frog thing. (He's mean, but he's sensitive. He's an artist!)

<<What do you do? Most people who work, you know, they don't have time for a drink in the middle of the day. I find myself to be an exception tothis general rule.>>

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anyway arno's french and german are fluent, but his english? pretty shit.

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arno, undeterred, merely laughed as he settled down onto the bar stool. he tipped his pint with a wrinkle of his nose, nearly spilling a few drops on the counter.

«here for work, too. the beer's shit, but it's better than the grape vinegar they call wine. and i'm not paying $15 for a cocktail.»

ADRIEN IS SIPPING HIS BEER AND CRUISING, PROBABLY. He doesn't mind doing all the work, but being approached is a pleasant surprise.

Oh, it's just so that the other man can call him names. Great, fucking great.

<<Statistically not impossible,>> he says blandly. <<I am here for a work opportunity. You are here to drink shit beer, American domestic, and talk to strangers?>>

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@vitalphenomena. / mildly plotted starter.

it was the accent that gave the stranger away. no mistaking the tinge of french on those vowels and consonants. maybe it was a little odd to strike up a conversation based on only that, but after nearly a week of trying — badly — to wrap his tongue around english, he'd jump at the chance to speak to a fellow frenchman. grabbing his drink, he slid his way down the bar.

«fancy meeting another frog, eh?»

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i've talked before about the parallels in arno's situation and haytham's, where they were both sons of murdered assassins taken in by templars, but the difference is that haytham came out of it a templar and arno didn't. and we know from the unity novel that de la serre did make some efforts to indoctrinate arno. and i just.

i think the whole reason it didn't work is that arno is not very smart.

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oh, stupid.

"you know, when we asked connor to come to france, we specifically left 'batshit murdering templar father' off the invitation. the whole council was very clear on that. terribly sorry if there was any misunderstanding."

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they speak of liberty and justice. but for whom? independent & selective RATONHNHAKÉ:TON "CONNOR" KENWAY, of ubisoft’s assassin's creed iii. / characterisation based on the game, headcanons, and the forsaken novel. /  mun and muse 21+.  /  triggering content will be present, but tagged.  /  written by iris. / temp.

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i know i've been quiet here but ummm connor is currently beating arno in the AC brainrot so. @forlibcrty 😘✌️

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small heads up! i still have high muse for arno, but i find it much easier to do writing on discord these days. if you are interested in some short, easy back-and-forth there, i'm always up for it!

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i've been firmly in the clutches of ac3 brainrot writing connor and haytham on discord, so apologies for the absence, but i have to share that restarting the game led my friend and i to discover that haytham rocks up in boston with today's equivalent of £800,000 in his pocket and immediately spent £600,000 on one (1) pistol

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now hang on. record scratch freeze frame.

why the fuck did the french brotherhood not give a shit when one of their members was killed and his son was adopted BY THE TEMPLAR GRAND MASTER.

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