➳ Assassin's Creed III Roleplay.

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Quentin:
"That would be nice. Since he's got a bad injury, it's the least we could do." I say, looking around the deck for a rag or something. I know the crew has quite a few cleaning tools around here.

Connor:
"I want to return home as well. In my state right now, I don't think I will be able to captain this ship." I sigh, rubbing my forehead. The stress is now weighing on me. The not knowing about the Templars' next move, or being able to return home quickly. What if they're going there? We are in a tight spot now, and them attacking our home would make sense. But I doubt it. I shove those thoughts away and look back to Asloomse. "I would like it if you would stay with me. Being alone is the last thing I need. It is too quiet alone."

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Alsoomse smiled gently. But soon concern overtook her face. How would they get home? She looked to Connor. "Who could we have captain the ship whilst you are injured?"

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Altair
She nods and starts helping Quentin search for the cleaning supplies.

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Connor:
"I would say we could wait for me to heal, but I would like to leave soon. I am sure everyone would want to." I tell her quietly. "Do you have any experience?"

Quentin:
I find a bucket with cold water in it at the front of the Aquila. I pick it up and pull two wet rags from inside. I hand one to Altair and hold the other one in my fist. I walk to a large pool of blood, half dried. I set down the bucket and kneel. I start to scrub, turning the rag a deep red.

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Altair
She follows Quentin and kneels down by him. Altair starts scrubbing away, trying to get as much blood off as possible.

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Quentin:
I wipe my brow, a sheen of sweat already formed there. I move to another pool of blood, rinsing my rag off in the bucket. I really did not want to be mopping up someone else's blood today.

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Altair
She moves to another puddle. She rinses off her rag along the way and then starts scrubbing again.

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Quentin:
I sit back and rest my arms. I glance around the deck and see puddles everywhere, smears going between them. It's like a work of art, in a dark, disgusting way. The blood is the paint and the ship is its canvas.

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Altair
A sigh escapes Altair's lios. "This is gonna take forever," she murmurs.

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Alsoomse sighed gently at his question. "No, but I have watched you saik before. I could try." She admitted shyly, admitting to watching him. She blushed a bit, but it was hardly noticeable.