➳ Assassin's Creed III Roleplay.

[koi97]

Altair smiles. She takes his hand and nods. "Yes you may," she says with a shy grin.

A diccussion thread does sound nice!))

[spring.]

{ alsoomse }
{ age unknown, mid twenties? } { native american assassin } { in training } { teeny, teeny tiiiny crush on connor } { tagged ;; connor }

{ save me i'm trapped in a vile world
{where the ending's all the same as every other. we're only here to die.
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she looked at him with a gentle smile. "good. the quicker we may get home." she spoke kindly. she watched him for a moment before turning and standing from his bed. [color=#8000FF]"good night, connor. i will see you in the morning." she spoke gently, pulling on her boots to walk down to her room. she gathers her items then makes her way out of his room, carefully closing the door. she would've stayed with him, but it would've been much too awkward for her. she paced down to her room silently.

[Cheesy34]

{{You are all confirmed children for selecting the booty option on my poll xD and I'm also confused as to why there are more votes than active members?}}
Connor;
After she was gone, I scratch my head awkwardly. I don't know what just happened. But now that she's gone I feel alone. I lean forward to grab the two blankets at the foot of my bed and pull them up. I wince from pain in my back, and try as best as I can to lay down. The sun is setting, orange and red rays streaming through my window.

Quentin;
I pull her close to me, placing my hand on her waist. It's been so long since I danced, and having no music is going to be difficult to start. I start to move, digging up my long lost dancing skills from inside my memories.

[koi97]

Altair rested a hand on his shoulder, her other hand clasping his as he starts to dance. She follows him, smiling. It's been a while since she danced, yet she remembers the moves rather well.

[Azuro]

Logan was on top of a rooftop, looking down at the street below. "Just gotta find the Connor fella." He said as he put up his hood.

[HP is a potato]

((I voted even though I'm not active, apologies XP))
((I'll just go for it))

Lidia Pennington

I yawn and cover my mouth with my hand. My shoulders are slouched and my walk is unsure. I scan my surroundings with a tilted head and worried eyes. I'm not entirely sure why I'm so paranoid but I can't seem to shake the feeling that I've been followed for the past half hour at least. I pull my hood closer to my face and notice my hands are shaking, I shove them back into my pockets, trying to suppress the anxiety. Pull yourself together, girl. I think to myself and shake my head.

[spring.]

{ alsoomse }
{ age unknown, mid twenties? } { native american assassin } { in training } { teeny, teeny tiiiny crush on connor } { tagged ;; connor }

{ save me i'm trapped in a vile world
{where the ending's all the same as every other. we're only here to die.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

alsoomse, very confused as to the events that had panned out during the day, hung her weapons gently, removed her boots and put her socks aside to dry. she put a special mix of plants in them to destroy the odor and cleanse them. she then sat under the covers of her bed, just thinking over the day's events. what were connor's feelings for her? he was so adamant that she didn't leave, but yet he had never shown any interest in the past. but in the past, she had made her feelings pretty clear to him. was he trying to keep her from getting upset? was he trying to protect her feelings? the thoughts swirled in alsoomse's mind, which would surely keep her from sleep. she sat there, placing her head in her hands. what did it mean?! she began to feel dizzy as the thoughts swirled faster and faster, and squeezed her head a bit in an attempt to slow them down. but they only seemed to move faster. "stop." she whispered. but the thoughts kept swirling. she felt nauseous, and the boat rocking beneath her didn't help. she closed her eyes, whispering to herself. "clear your head. don't think about it. rest. sleep." she laid down on her bed, the thoughts still swirling dizzily about her. "sleep. don't think. don't think." she finally relaxed with her version of self-hypnosis. her sleep was poor and restless, but it would rest her body enough.

[Cheesy34]

{{You're active enough}}
Quentin:
I take my hand from her waist, still holding her hand. I spin her around and smile at her. "You're good at this." I remark.

Connor:
After a few minutes of uncomfortable laying down, I sit up with a struggle and rub my face with my hands. I sigh and throw my covers off. Swinging my legs off the bed, I sit on the edge and think. She seemed so uncomfortable being here with me, though previously at home she seemed to never want to be away from me. How do I feel? Why didn't I want her to leave? I sigh and stand up slowly, not to disturb my cut. I pull on my boots, tying them up at my knees and ankles. I'm only in my shirt and pants, and it feels weird not having all of my gear on. I decide it's warm enough outside to go without a coat for a few minutes. I make my way above decks. I hear muffled talking and laughing, and squinting through the dim light I see Quentin and Altair. They're.. Dancing? I shake my head, thinking its best not to talk to them. It makes me happy to see them enjoying themselves in these times.
I head up one of the staircases that lead up to the ship's wheel. I stand at the top, watching the sun set below the dark water. The night is clear, and the stars are just starting to wink in the sky. A slight breeze smelling of salt whispers through my hair. I need to cut it soon, I realize. It's reached past my shoulders now.

[koi97]

Altair grins. "I used to remember the lessons my mom taught me all the time," she says with a grin. She giggles lightly at the spinnning.

[spring.]

You'll have to ignore her character shifts and bouts of seeming insanity. I am mentally all over the place right now.