➳ Assassin's Creed III Roleplay.

[HP is a potato]

((iCHEESY HELLO. I missed you :D same I've been so busy lately...))

[Cheesy34]

{{school is just a fricken hassle. I hate it so much I'm so glad i have summer break soon}}

[HP is a potato]

((Same I haven't done my homework for the weekend yet so I'm gonna be up for a while tonight....))

[spring.]

I feel y'all. College is a butt sometimes I swear ahaha

[.Kat.]

((Hey, you guys alive in there? Just thought I'd drop in and say hi. Remember me? If you guys are doing this still, there's a chance I might join. I'm pretty free for the next couple months.))

[spring.]

i still drop in every once in a while. c:

[Cheesy34]

{{Hey guys. My summer has been pretty busy so far. Doesn't help that I sorta have a boyfriend now. :p
But !! I'll try to remember to get on once in a while. How is everyone?}}
{{Also hey Kat! Long time no see}}

[spring.]

sorry y'all i don't hardly come around but i'm good.

college is a pain. some of the drama is stupid as hell though.

[Cheesy34]

{{Hey guys. Christmas break is coming up soon, so I'm gonna try to be on during that time. I'm thinking about reviving this rp. I also want to try and revive my The Last of Us ro because, 1 its my favorite game literally ever and 2, the second game just got announced. So I'm pumped!! If any of you want to join that, I think there's a link in my signature. }}

[spring.]

ａｌｓｏｏｍｓｅ
❝ sleep forever. ❞
the independent
age: approx. nineteen
with: connor
doing: discussing the journey home
thinking: will i be helpful to connor?
health: cold but healthy
mentality: extremely homesick
ooc: i know we left off with them
about to leave for home... i hope
this is okay. i also just went ahead
and posted because i had muse..

xxxxxxxxx the morning sun rose as salty joe walked into the young assassin's cabin. today is a new day, young lady. he spoke easily to her. she sat up and looked to him drowsily. she nodded once and smiled to him. that it is. she thought to herself, and hopefully today was the day they would head home. she pulled on her warmest robes and her boots, making her way to the deck. the swaying of the aquila beneath her was a gentle reminder that hopefully they would be going home today. her head traveled to the events of the night prior and her discussion with connor. her concern that he was mad, and his informing her he was saddened that she had left. her face warmed with the sun and the memory of her small hand wrapped around his. the light hit her eyes and her pupils dilated to accommodate the newfound brightness.

the young native looked around the deck for connor, and couldn't seem to find him. she wondered how his wound was treating him and if he was still willing to teach her how to sail for the ride home. she bounced up the stairs to the wheel situated at the stern of the vessel and perched herself lithely on the railing as she awaited their fearless leader. she would give him a few moments to surface, and if he did not, she planned to hunt for him. the girl truly cared for the captain and master assassin, and the worry in her eyes when connor did not immediately surface was prominent. she quickly regained her steely composure. she looked over to the east and found that the sun had just begun to rise. why salty joe awoke her so early, she would not understand. she angled her body towards the light anyways, draping her leg off the stern of the ship, crossing the other ankle daintily under her thigh.

the vision was so pretty, watching the sun rise with ships on the distant horizon. she could see why someone may fall in love with this, as faulkner had. oi, missy! get over here and help us out will yah! the young native's head turned sharply towards salty joe. she saw the crew scrubbing the deck, no doubt getting the blood out of the wood. he brought her a bucket of suds and handed her a brush. her job was this part of the deck, then. she grabbed the bucket and brush and took herself from the banister. she moves to the worst of the blood and puts down the bucket. she kneels and dunks the brush into the cold, sudsy water. she removed the brush and scrubbed the deck with the grain as she was previously taught to keep splinters from surfacing. the suds quickly turned red as the blood surfaced, so she dunked the brush into the water again quickly and returned to scrubbing.

it was calming, cleaning the ship. it also gave her a larger respect and almost familiarity with the vessel, something that could only come from cleaning it. she repeated the process until the suds no longer discolored. she moved on to the next spot, and kept repeating the process until all the blood was gone. but the girl's work didn't feel done. since there wasn't much left of her area that wasn't cleaned, she went ahead and finished those areas as well. she put the brush into the bucket and placed the bucket next to the banister neatly and looked at her handiwork. she couldn't feel anything but pride, and she still had a little sunrise left to watch. she perched herself back on the banister and watched the remainder of the sunrise, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead from the excess work... not that she minded.

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