#thinking about adjusting the work clothing colours… hmmmm

[itsnotmourn]

stinker and her clothes so i can finally code it in her wiki! yayyy finally!

[writerjodie]

Renegades: The Party

Assassin’s Creed: Renegades - The Party (Chapter Five)

Renegades Masterpost

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Since their arrival in Piraeus - the port just to the south of Athens - the trio of Assassins have spent their time lounging around on the top deck. Although Kyra, Lisa, and Alexios spent most of their time sunbathing, Kassandra did do some work, until the hot sun made it unbearable to do anything, least of all work on the bikes. With Barnabas below deck getting some shuteye, the group are left to their own devices on the top.

“Your tan’s coming along nicely, Lisa,” Krya chuckles, pointedly staring at the pinkish sections of burnt skin along Lisa’s arms. “Shh you, I forgot to pack sun cream,” the reply comes from the shadows of the doorway, where Lisa lingers with a tube of aloe-vera.

After scrabbling around for an umbrella for poor Lisa, the Greek trio allow themselves to be introduced to the wonders of Uno - which, to Lisa’s surprise, they have never heard of.

“You guys are in for a treat,” she winks, dealing out the cards in quick succession.

The first round passes without much incident, with Lisa throwing in only the ‘friendly’ cards. Its when Barnabas joins them - with a plate of grilled aubergine and meat for them to share - that things get nasty. Explaining how to use the new cards, Lisa introduces them all to the glory of pick-up-two and pick-up-four cards. With a smirk of satisfaction on her face, Lisa sits back and watches as the assassins’ composures crumble around her.

“What do you mean pick up four? I’m your girlfriend Kass!” Kyra mewles, throwing down her cards in rage not two seconds after excitedly yelling ‘UNO’.

To make matters worse, Lisa is able to return Alexios’ smug grin when he places down his take two card - by placing another three take-twos of her own which she grabbed from the pile.

By the end of the game, Barnabas is the one to win - even though he doesn’t realise it at first: “Oh, I’m out then,” he mutters, sadly playing his empty hands to show the others. “No that means you won!” Alexios explains, clapping the aged captain on the back, who now grins excitedly. “Really?” he laughs, “Barnabas lives to fight another day! We must play this more often!”

The others agree profusely, showering Lisa in thanks for introducing them to the game, and vowing to play another round tomorrow. Eventually, Alexios slips off the boat, muttering something about needing to go shopping, leaving the girls alone once more - as Barnabas has gone to check the yacht’s engines.

Rubbing aloe-vera onto a particularly sore patch of sunburn, Lisa lounges on the deckchair set out for her, a limp sigh escaping her as a soft breeze drifts in across the still harbour. Seagulls soar overhead, their everlasting cries like the peals of bells to her ears as she reclines, already drifting off to sleep. Unfortunately, her bliss is interrupted by her own thoughts - of the party she is to attend tonight with Alexios.

An excited shiver pulses through her, tonight will be her first ever time working undercover - and if that isn’t enough experience to promote her to mentor status, she doesn’t know what is. After settling herself down again, her half slumber is stopped - again - by the sensation of something cool pressing against her leg.

“You’ll burn to a crisp out here like that,” Alexios hums, pressing the can of lemonade into her outstretched hands. “Oh, cheers,” she thanks, taking a swig of the sweet liquid, hmmmm, it’s icy, fresh from the fridge - just how she likes it.

Using the movements of adjusting the overhead sun umbrella to guise his actions, Alexios leans in close to Lisa. “Tonight, the only way I can get you in is if you’re my date,” he whispers, so only she may hear him, “To them, you know nothing of Assassins or Templars, and you must only call me Deimos,” “Okay,” she nods, “If you’re Deimos, am I Phobos?” “No, don’t joke,” he mutters, frowning at her, “I will introduce you as Agape for now, no one uses their real names at these meetings,”

Taking another sip of her lemonade, Lisa nods again. Ah, a secret spy name for her secret spy mission - this is going to be fun. After finishing off her drink, Lisa excuses herself under the pretence of taking a nap, and heads to her cabin. Waiting for her, on the bed, lies a bank shopping bag.

For a second her blood runs cold, until she realises it must be a gift from Alexios - for tonight. With the widest grin on her face, she plops down on the bed and gently lifts the contents of the package out and onto her lap. Peeling away the protective tissue paper, Lisa nearly screams with delight as she unfolds the fashionable jumpsuit. With the item held in front of her, Lisa stokes down the thin, loose black material, pausing only when she reaches the belt at the middle.

The buckle is of a pale bronze colour, the tree design on it matching the pendant on that damned necklace of hers. Oh for fuck’s sake.

Glaring into the bag, Lisa pulls out the little not at the bottom, reading the contents on it.

I saw this before and thought it would suit you, it will go well with that nice necklace of yours I think, - Deimos.

Shrugging, Lisa realises that Alexios doesn’t mean anything by it...after all he doesn’t know exactly what that necklace and Yggdrasil mean to her, it’s hardy his fault. With the promise of showering later, Lisa folds up her clothes for tonight neatly, and curls up on her bed, all too ready for the soothing claim of sleep. --

Shivering under the patter of water, Lisa uses the shower’s coldest setting to wake herself up again. Damn that was a good nap, especially if those creases in her arm are anything to go by.

Eventually, the iced water does her no good, and she turns it back to warm to lather up her hair and body. With a towel wrapped around her body, she sits on her bed, hairdryer blasting away at her hair until it’s golden, silken locks are dry and shiny. Making sure every part of her is dry, she shimmies into the jumpsuit, frowning a little at the lowness of its V neckline - it’s down near her damn belly button, but at least the red welts of her previous sunburn have faded somewhat, enough so they are barely visible. With her face painted with minimal makeup, she has just finished tying her hair in an up do when Alexios - Deimos - peeks around the door.

“You nearly ready?” he asks, slipping into the room, and looking at her through the mirror. He approaches slowly, confusing Lisa until she spots where he’s heading for, and opens the green velvet box on her bedside table. “May I?” he asks, taking the necklace from its box, “Do you like your gift?” “It’s lovely, thank you,” she replies, allowing him to clasp the delicate chain around the back of her neck.

The pendant bounces off her skin, coming to a rest in the exposed valley between her breasts. Alexios can’t help but look at it for a moment, before he pauses to adjust his own suit.

“We’d better get going then,” he announces, offering Lisa his arm.

They’ve barely made it two steps down the corridor when Kassandra appears out of nowhere, hands on her hips. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, Lisa looks to Alexios, who smoothly smiles at his half sister.

“And where might you two be off at this late hour, all dressed up?” she asks, blocking the doorway to the deck. “I, unlike you Kass, have many friends around here, they invited me to a party,” Alexios explains, laughing off his sister’s concern, “Lisa here is my plus one,” Brows raised, Kassandra merely nods, “Ah, at least bring back a bottle of good wine for me,”

Once Kassandra is gone, both Alexios and Lisa breathe out a sigh of relief. That was close. Together, they move off the boat and towards the waiting car - the same sleek, black one that nearly ran her over back on Mykonos.

“Good evening, Deimos, and…?” the driver opens the door for the duo, gesturing wildly to Lisa. “This is my date for tonight, you will call her Agape,” Deimos tells him, slipping in the back seat beside you. As the driver gets in to begin their drive north, the two spies sit in silence. It is only when he gives them a concerned look through the mirror do they shuffle closer. Taking his cue, Deimos slings a casual arm over his Agape, his lips close to her ear and looking for all the world like a lover whispering dirty thoughts to his lady. Instead, he mutters a harsh; “Remember what I told you earlier, Agape,”

Pasting on a sultry smile, Lisa leans into his warmth, excited for her mission ahead.