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out of synchronization: What a pretty account! v w v
//Love the duct tape image//
It seemed like a calm morning in the hideout after a bad storm. The sun was shining in and the police patrols seemed to be a bit lacking. Seemed to almost be too good.
It was.
In the main room where everyone's work stations were, a certain Italian Assassin was just now sitting up from the Animus and was holding his head. His head was throbbing as became conscious. He was knocked out previously as he was jumped from the Renaissance into the present day.
It seemed like a calm morning in the hideout after a bad storm. The sun was shining in and the police patrols seemed to be a bit lacking. Seemed to almost be too good.
It was.
In the main room where everyone's work stations were, a certain Italian Assassin was just now sitting up from the Animus and was holding his head. His head was throbbing as became conscious. He was knocked out previously as he was jumped from the Renaissance into the present day.
(( DESHAUN FOREVER <3 ))
[ I'm sorry but not sorry. I'll just be dropping this here for you 
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Rare is it that the enigmatic being known to most as Cogito would take time to rest. It always seemed to be full of energy and excitement, yet there were times in which that would all drain away, leaving the being tired and in need of rest. It seemed that such a thing could not be thought away, for it had tried many times to think itself well and restless. Yet now, in the form of a skipping stone, Cogito rested in quiet solitude.
Or so it thought.
It awoke from a sudden kick, someone moving about the are it was resting in. Upon waking, it realized this was a warehouse of some sort, and gradually Cogito grew more aware of its surroundings. But most importantly, it grew aware of who had kicked it.
A person. A ginger. An Englishman.
Yes.
A Shaun Hastings.
That what had disturbed the being, a Shaun Hastings.
By this time the stone had vanished from perceivable reality as Cogito thought over how it would present itself to this Shaun Hastings. Should it startle? Should it be friendly? Should it be mad? Oh no, improvising is always best.
"Hey, you kicked me." It spoke, the voice genderless, and seeming to emit from nowhere. "It isn't nice to kick individuals."
Cogito at first emerged in the form of smoke, and slowly formed into this Shaun Hastings. An identical copy of him in that moment. The being frowned a little, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of its nose.
"You must have terrible eyesight." It commented, now in the voice of the one it imitated.
"But yes, I think you should apologize for kicking me a while earlier."
]Rare is it that the enigmatic being known to most as Cogito would take time to rest. It always seemed to be full of energy and excitement, yet there were times in which that would all drain away, leaving the being tired and in need of rest. It seemed that such a thing could not be thought away, for it had tried many times to think itself well and restless. Yet now, in the form of a skipping stone, Cogito rested in quiet solitude.
Or so it thought.
It awoke from a sudden kick, someone moving about the are it was resting in. Upon waking, it realized this was a warehouse of some sort, and gradually Cogito grew more aware of its surroundings. But most importantly, it grew aware of who had kicked it.
A person. A ginger. An Englishman.
Yes.
A Shaun Hastings.
That what had disturbed the being, a Shaun Hastings.
By this time the stone had vanished from perceivable reality as Cogito thought over how it would present itself to this Shaun Hastings. Should it startle? Should it be friendly? Should it be mad? Oh no, improvising is always best.
"Hey, you kicked me." It spoke, the voice genderless, and seeming to emit from nowhere. "It isn't nice to kick individuals."
Cogito at first emerged in the form of smoke, and slowly formed into this Shaun Hastings. An identical copy of him in that moment. The being frowned a little, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of its nose.
"You must have terrible eyesight." It commented, now in the voice of the one it imitated.
"But yes, I think you should apologize for kicking me a while earlier."
(( Oh! I think I found the youtube account with the AC game clips! : D
or I think it might be >3> I am still looking ^^ ))
(( Holy shit that's a lot of videos-- thank you for the link! I'll definitely take a look at it once I have a little more time omg <3 ))
(( Haha I know xD, it took me awhile to go through them : P. Okay and take your time :3 ))