#animusbound

[animus3pointo]

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Ani dropped the tablet on the ground, staring at him with great surprise as she asked, "...Is this the first thing you do after getting back?"

[beanieasshole]

Suddenly he’s aware of someone watching him. Didn’t really notice them while tagging his name on the side of the building. The native gives the spray can another shake before adding a touch of red to the cement wall, sable oculars squinting from the mist.

“Here to call me a freak? Not really in the mood for the judging.”

[thatblackwatchdouche-blog-blog]

Desmond. You adorable lil shit you. For this lil adorable shit right here.

Merry Christmas uwu

[destruxitsole]

+8

      There's just something about being watched--

            The hairs on the back of his neck seem to realize a presence before even Simon does.

             The body is ahead, the mind buffering behind.

                        A slow turn of the head. Dark eyes barely catch a glimpse of the figure.

"--What...

          do you want?"

[animus3pointo]

Kiss me you fool. ((Pass it on the the first ten on your dash, if you do that and all :3))

"...What?" Andy blinked.

[thatblackwatchdouche-blog-blog]

Jailbait.

"Next time, let's run when we see the police coming."

[before-the-infection]

➹

'…Did we ever test if infected can breathe underwater? I mean, saltwater harms them, but what about fresh water? Hmmm…'

[myhoodieistasteful]

+ AnimusBound

Yet another miserable morning to wake up to. As if life cant get any worse, his lecture had already started and he was late, again, running through the hallways in hurry and almost falling a couple of times. 

Finally, he was standing at the doors of the classroom, taking in a deep breath, fixing his hoodie then opening the door to slide in. As expected, the Professor was glaring daggers, and Altair was out of excuses that he only muttered a 'sorry' before he ran to his favorite spot at the back of the room, where Desmond was. 

"...Morning."

[animus3pointo]

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>>Hello Desmond>>How are you?>>Your father has been inquiring a lot for you>>Have been unable to give a proper response >>If we meet again soon, ANI.iso offers a trip to a bakery 

[xudinov-blog]

[casually drops URL and whispers hello]

Send me a url and i’ll answer the following questions:

Do I rp with them: No :/Do I want to rp with them:  Yes I do.Do I follow them: Of course!

My opinion on them: I haven’t really spoken to them or anything like that to form an actual opinion on them but I like seeing their posts and writing on my dash and reading them as well but shhhh

[thatblackwatchdouche-blog-blog]

Fading to dust

                    --Oh, he saw it coming.

         He saw the gun lower, he saw the trigger start to move, he saw the look of a killer in the man's eyes.

The gun was pointed at Desmond and what did Adam do? Nothing. Just watched, mind still a little fuzzy from the drinks the two were sharing. 

He watched, dozens of scenarios running through his head about how he could stop this, but in the end, it didn't matter.

The trigger was pulled, and only at the last second did the soldier twist Desmond so it didn't hit him square in the heart.

             Maybe he should have let that happen.

                           At least then it might have been quick. Quicker than what he was watching now.

Des was on the ground, bleeding from the shoulder, just left of the heart. The guy with the gun had gone, and the crowd in the bar was starting to depart. They didn't want to be a part of this.

    "Des, don't go," he pleaded, trying to stop the blood flow. "Stay with me. We still have shit to do, man."

Desmond's lips flicked up into a painfully weak smile, followed by an even weaker chuckle. "Thanks for the drinks."

Blue eyes lifted to fading amber ones, hands shaking a little.

           "Don't go, you idiot. You still have to pay me back for those fireworks."

That little smile faded, amber eyes closing. Adam froze, staring at his friend.

                  "--Desmond?"

                                        "Desmond!"

[08082012iamnotalive]

Calling Out From The Great Beyond

     "Subject 16?"

     A chuckle was pulled from the construct in response. Desmond Miles, the man he used his own blood to guide in the right direction, didn't even know his name. "Yes. Yes, Subject 17."

     Did the Animus have a heartbeat? What was that sound? Clay shook his head for the umpteenth time to clear his mind of distractions. It was surprisingly hard to focus in a white room without even the sound of air around him.

     After searching for what felt like years, though he had no concept of time other than little hints he found here and there, he had finally found Subject 17's Desmond's cell phone number. Problem was, he had no idea how to use it.

     What else did he have to do in the Animus? While he could connect to the outside world via internet, it was difficult to accomplish anything short of completing a full search. That's why he had been forced to focus all of his efforts on finding the only person who knew he was in the machine, who couldn't brush him off as a late clue left behind by a dead man.

     If he could only communicate with one person, it was going to be Desmond, just to be safe. Email to text was an option, but that would require an email template, a message Desmond wouldn't ignore, and a lot of patience. That same haunting laughter filled the room. Who had more patience than Clay?

     It took days without an outside influence, but he eventually accomplished what he'd set out to do. Even then, it wasn't perfect. It would do, though, he guessed. Desmond was sure to get his message, but would he respond?

From: ERROR RECEIVING DATA To: 19295551234@serviceprovider.com Date: Sunday, August 11th, 2013 6:56 PM Cc: Subject: 17 06241459 We have something in common.

16

     He was chuckling to himself when he pressed send. What? It had asked for the subject. He'd been without social interaction for far too long...Hopefully, Desmond would see the date of Ezio's birth and connect the two, if he didn't already believe it was him based on the numbered nicknames. Even though it didn't list where he had sent the message from, it was still possible to reply and send the response right back to him. After all, that's how Clay had set it up, and he had a knack for computers.

[animus3pointo]

✉ ✘ ♣

✉ for an 2 AM text

>>DELETING COOKIES>>DELETING COOKIES>>DELETING COOKIES>>DELETING COOKIES

>>I have an urge to request for fudge 

✘ for an unsent text

>>Desmond, you have a new hidden blade in the mail pile

>>I should also add that Shaun has learned about the credit card incident

>>Apologies, that incident involved a different individual 

♣ for a drunk message

>>JUNOJUNOJUNO>>WHERE'ScharlesLEE?!? 

>>tHERE'S SOMETHING IN MY SYSTEMS