IC: forward cut because bitchfight

[maleborgia]

*It might take a day or so but, yes, Cesare remembers he and Shaun were arguing and that it had quickly devolved into insults and maybe he should do something about all of that. Clashing world views and all that, but he might as well do the decent thing and make an overture.

In light of that, he's standing outside the Assassin cabin, one hand cupped to his mouth.*

Shaun? Are you in there?

Ed

OH GDI THIS IS JUST A CONTINUES POST FOR ALL BITCHFIGHTS EVER.

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[sharpasafawkes]

Oh did that sting? Should I put on the soft gloves because part of that might be only marginally related to something about you? Is it going to be another round of "come here so I can keep you from annoying me"?

I get to be angry, I get to have a good shout about it, I get to put the blame where the blame lies without hearing all the "Calm down Shaun" and the "He didn't mean to do it". Desmond gets a good tear at me when I tell him what happened, but I can't have a go at him? What? Is he really that special? What makes him so different from the litter of children that Ezio'd no doubt sired over the years? Counting you this is the second time he's killed someone I was fond of, tell me that this isn't dear old daddy passing off on his son's mistakes. Tell me, what on earth could be worth losing Lucy? Is it whatever plan the ones who came before have for saving the world? The very people who had us starting out as their slaves? That little plan?

It wasn't worth Lucy, and it wasn't worth her dying by the one person she fancied.

[maleborgia]

I never said it was fair. You have every right to be angry about it.

[sharpasafawkes]

Oh good yeah, nice to know you approve of that, don't know what I'd do without your validation of my grief. It's a damn good thing you turn out to be a soldier, because you'd turn out to be a rubbish Father.

[maleborgia]

Shaun.

[sharpasafawkes]

Oh that's all is it? Not "Shaun I need you to be quiet because you're getting on my proverbial tits"? I'm so glad that we've known each other so long that you don't even have to finish saying it.

[maleborgia]

I'm going to apologize for this later, but it needs to be done. *pushing into the pool*

[sharpasafawkes]

[OH GOD THANKS FOR THAT MEMORY OVERLOAD]

[maleborgia]

*waiting for him to resurface. wondering if he needs to make sure Shaun has no weapons on him.*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Yeah, coming to the surface, he's still not looking that great, but not swearing up a storm]

[maleborgia]

*offers him a (gloved) hand out* Are you all right?

[sharpasafawkes]

[Just. going to take it and lean on]

[maleborgia]

...

*all right, that's enough now. helping out.*

[sharpasafawkes]

....

Sorry, sorry about that.

[maleborgia]

It's all right.

[sharpasafawkes]

I'm sorry, it's... it's a bit better now, he's woken up. Now all I've got to do is shout at him a bit until he does it here too.

[maleborgia]

How is he?

[sharpasafawkes]

He says he knows what we need to do

[maleborgia]

What is it?

[sharpasafawkes]

That's the part I didn't see, he just said it after his arm lit up a bit like some form of circuitry, and right after it stopped.

[maleborgia]

I see.

Come on. Let's go back.

[sharpasafawkes]

Right. I need to make sure Desmond drags himself out of it here too.

[maleborgia]

*standing up*

Exactly.

[sharpasafawkes]

By the way... Thanks, for everything. I know I've been and utter chore to be around for the past few... well months really, but weeks in this case.

[maleborgia]

What are you talking about? You don't need to thank me for anything.

[sharpasafawkes]

Cesare, I moped about in Canada for far too long.