A mysterious virus has been injected into Abstergo's Animus network by an off-the-grid third faction. The virus is causing the machines to malfunction, the malfunction causing subjects to become stuck inside the machines, unable to awake on their own, or be resuscitated by outside help. Abstergo's technicians are afraid that to force them might cause permanent damage to their brains, or even result in death. Abstergo is in a rush to find the origin of this outbreak as one by one, the Animi are beginning to break down...
It's FALL in the Animus! Temperatures are still hot during the day in the Holy Lands, but have begun cooling during the nights. In 16th Century Italy, summer is giving way to fall. Temperatures have dropped and it is now pleasant to be outside during the afternoons.
A few weeks after the Assassins settle into Monteriggioni during Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood.
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The moon in the sky was full, perfectly round, and glowing an erethal gold colour, against the perfect dark, imposing against it so clearly it looks as though it was merely a bright orb floating before her, magnified further by the comperatively pathetic, tiny twinkles of stars surrounding it. Through the dark alleyways, a light, barely noticable patter, steady and constant, and only a reminiscent of footsteps echoing in the silence. The darkness within the alleys was all consuming in the night, but through the darkness emerged a dark, foreboding form.
The clear figure of Nariko walked an inch into the light, pressed against the wall and half in darkness, only an inch of her hooded face leaning past the wall, but a single, keen eye staring out into the street, where she saw no one. The icy mist clinging at ankle height around the street was lit by the amber streetlights that illuminated the empty, ghostly streets. Rolling her head back to view the other wall of the alley, and rolling her eyes exasperatedly, she took out a stick of gum from her hoodies pocket and placed it in her mouth. Chewing excessively as she stared blankly forward, in deep concentration, her face void of emotion.
The minutes dragged as she remained in silence, her back leaning against the cold alleywalls, her expressionless face calm, the only muscles moving being her jaws as they chewed on the gum. But without warning, she stopped chewing, and after another second, a grin spread over her face, and she began to speak to the apparently "empty" alleyway.
"We aren't dealing with another jugheaded civillian, Luke" Nariko explained with a tone of pleasant derisivness. "We're chasing a mother, trying to protect a child. A person who is willing to take every chance, and will use any means to keep her child from harm, a lion and her cub."
With a jolt forward of her head, she spat the gum she had been chewing from her mouth and sent the pink wad flying to the floor with a quiet noise against the dark, wet concrete floor, amongst the other filth and litter.
"This... will be tricky"
And with impressive speed, Nariko ran at the opposite wall, her thin, thigh high sock wearing legs carrying her with cheetah speed. Her running continued even as she reached the opposite wall, and carried her several feet up its surface, and then propelled her through the air with a kick off. She grabbed a window sill on the other side and used it to fling herself to grab the rooftop with her fingerless gloved hand, pulling herself atop the four story high building. She composed her stature to stare out against the skyline, the buildings imposing themselves against the black sky. Nariko smiled a cruel, sinister smile
"Now where are you hiding?..."
This post has been edited by Nariko Yagosa on Dec 29 2011, 12:46 PM
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Admittedly, Luke wasn't the type of person who enjoyed working with others, but a task was a task, and he wasn't about to say no to one just because it involved him having to work with a couple of other people. He wasn't trying to keep himself unnoticed as he entered the alley - he had already spotted that there was only Nariko half hidden in the shadows, with no suitable places for others to hide, and therefore felt no need to. The slight chill in the air had caused him to zip up his jacket and stuff his hands into his pockets to keep himself warm - his clothes didn't do much to hide his identity, but that fact didn't really concern him in the slightest.
Stopping a few feet from the younger Templar as she spoke, he sent a glare in her direction, not appreciating the mocking tone. He let out a disapproving huff of breath before muttering almost silently to himself something about respect and experience in the world.
Watching with a frown as Nariko began to climb the wall, Luke doubted that she had heard any of what he had to say - or if she had done, she didn't seem to be responding to it. He waited until she'd gotten halfway up before glancing around the alley, looking back towards the ladder he had walked by as he had approached his ally. It looked like someone had been using it during the day to clean their windows, or something of the sort, but had left it out overnight for some unknown reason.
Turning back to take one last look towards Nariko - who had now reached the top and was pulling herself up onto the roof - he then swiftly made his way towards the ladder, not even taking a minute for him to reach the top of it. Unfortunately for him, the ladder barely reached the fourth window, making him wonder why he hadn't somehow learnt to free-run when he was younger. To him, it was far too late in his books to learn now. Still, determined to follow Nariko, he held onto the edge of the window above him, which was thankfully just in arm's length. Slowly, he stepped up the last few rungs of the ladder until he was stood on the top of it, then he edged over onto the windowsill. Glancing upwards, he didn't even want to attempt to make a jump for the roof, but looking to his right, the drain-pipe was in reaching distance and seemed to be more of a safer route to him - and so that was the route he took. It wasn't too troublesome to climb the pipe from there, however he knew he wouldn't have been able to make it to the roof by only climbing it.
Pulling himself up onto the roof, he cursed violently under his breath at his lack of free-running skills before approaching Nariko once more, standing not too far from her whilst studying the surrounding areas of the town. He wasn't too familiar with the area, but he was sure he would get used to it eventually. "Do we have any recent sightings of the two we're after? They've neglected to tell me anything but who we're searching for," he asked her quietly, watching as a few people passed by in the streets below them whilst waiting for a response.
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WHERE EVERYBODY GOES TO BE ALONE
Aaren had no time for this useless mulling about in a dark street way. She had so many other things she could have been doing; tending to the Animi, reading what e-mails she had, burning holes through other idiot researchers with her steady, glaring eyes... Stuff, that wasn’t being a sneaking, animalistic hooligan in the middle of the night. Sure, the moon was pretty, as pretty as a floating ball of rock and space air – or lack of space air, hah, she made a joke – but that wasn’t what made her angry. Usually, the young memory analyst would have been angered by the night alone; thinking it a rubbish idea to be out at that hour, but it was the people she was with as well. Assholes, she had to work with complete and utter assholes. She walked beside that man with her gloved hands on her hips, stretching the new red leather gloves she had gotten, and she didn’t let it go unnoticed how pissed she was to be there.
The only reason she even had to come along was... well, Aaren didn’t actually know why she was even out of the safety of her office, with her parka on and her fancy purse not in hand. Her nose was red from the chill of the fall (winter?) and her hands in her pockets as she followed the other two employees, until one bound up a wall and clambered over the edge of it. The analyst scoffed, and took on an incredulous look as she stood on the ground, her eyes squinted and her lip curled in contempt for the other woman in the group.
Until the man she had been following beside like a lemming followed suit, and she tried to grab the edge of his coat, even if that hope of keeping him on earth was abandoned. You know, the ground, where people belonged.
“Hey!” She hissed with a bigger, worse attitude than before as she was abandoned, watching him scramble to get up the short ladder. “At least help me up there, you idiot; I’m not doing any of that climbing shit like you freaks!” Aaren snapped, her voice a commanding whisper as she tried to put her flat boot on the first step of the ladder once he was off it, and lo and behold, on a pipe. She was not touching a rusted old pipe, no way. Ripping her hands from her pockets, she scoffed again and gingerly made her way up to the top of the ladder, and then she refused. She didn’t budge, but only defiantly tried to reach for the edge of the rooftop.
That wasn’t going to work well, she knew, so she turned her burning gaze back to that rude little excuse of a man (everyone was an excuse of a man, or woman!) and steadied herself on the ladder.
“Don’t ignore me, you assholes! Help me up!”
The gun on her hip, concealed by her jacket, brushed the ladder and the action made her jump, swaying on her tall boots as she released a cry of urgency and...
God, they were all idiots!525
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For hours, Mia had waited in the small hotel room, gazing out the windows at the tight, winding streets below. They had arrived in Florence two days earlier, and she regretted not being able to let Max see the city. Even for someone barely out of his toddling years, the city was a wonder to behold, and for two days, they stayed in the hotel with the curtains drawn. Italian cartoons kept her son preoccupied, while she waited by her encrypted laptop and phone, waiting for any sort of sign from the Assassin's in Monteriggioni. No word came, until earlier in the evening. Transportation had been arranged for them on a late train out of Firenze, with two new false identities on their tickets.
Not long after the email arrived, Mia laid Max down to sleep for a bit while she poured over city maps, practically memorizing street names and businesses. They were not far from the station, so they could walk. In the dark of night, it should be fine as well. After all, she was pretty sure they had lost the trail back in Lisbon. Now that they were in Italy, they were in the home stretch.
In the hour leading up to when they would leave, Mia sat in the small desk chair looking out the window at the Florence Duomo, the Brunelleschi dome, at an angle. It was dark in the room, it would be difficult for anyone to see anything identifying. How she wished that they could have come to Italy under different circumstances. Happier ones. Max would have loved to see the markets and the marble statues. Alas, there was no use in wishful thinking.
The time had finally come, and Mia packed what few things they had into the manageable dufflle and set it by the door. Slipping on her coat, she gently tried to wake Max, speaking sweetly. He was definitely not ready to be awake, and his whining displayed that.
"Shhh, baby, we have to go," she said, helping him put on his shoes and his jacket. "We're going to take a train, and then one more stop or two before we can finally rest. It won't be much longer." As she gathered up the last of her things, she kissed him on top of the head and took his hand in hers. Downstairs, they turned in the key to the night clerk, before she paused at the door.
The moon was bright, something she was not really anticipating. Not that it made all that much of a difference in the city, with all of its street lights. Granted, she had a plan for those in the first place. Putting up her hood and his, she felt him lean against her thigh, trying to still sleep. Glancing down the street, both ways, they crossed and began walking down the sidewalk. While her son's eyes could barely stay open, her eyes scanned anything and everything that moved. People, signs, dogs...curtains on second story windows. It was in her nature to assume that someone could be hiding anywhere. Moving down one of the busier streets, an easy option to blend in, she ended up having to pick Max up, as he nearly tripped off the curb by half-sleep walking. "I want to sleep, Mommy..."
"We will, once we get on the train, but you have to try to stay awake for me. Okay, Max?" she said, quietly, eyeing each of the lampposts carefully as they passed them, then still looking around. It was always good to have a backup plan in the wings in preparation for the worst. She was always prepared for that. "It won't be long now." He rested his head on her shoulder, dozing off once again, and she didn't have the heart to try to fuss at him. At least he was certain to be quiet this way. Instead, she kept scanning the area, readjusting him and the light bag as she watched one of the lights turn green and crossed the road, always looking around.
This post has been edited by Mia Grey on Dec 30 2011, 01:19 PM
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The cold air was bitter and sharp against the soft skin of her face, and the fingers of her fingerless gloves. Nariko could ignore trivial pain while in the pursuit of her target. Releasing an exhaling of breath, the cold drought of air rose from her lips like a cloud of icy, clear air, but was halted from issuing out as she pressed her teeth together in a smile. Walking slowly with her hands in her jackets pockets towards the edge of the building, tilting her head to her shoulder as she looked out at the city, the tall spires and blocks of houses.
Nariko could hear the sound of clinking metal as Luke and Aaren climbed the ladder behind her, in Arren's case, their was a considerable amount of protest as she clambered up to the roof. She was, in Nariko's opinion, an irritable companion. She had a sheer unwilligness to cooperate in any situation, and although Nariko prefered to operate alone, she still posed a problem as the cog that wouldn't move. Nariko could feel a sense from both of her companions that neither of them appreciated being ordered around by a youth, but Nariko enjoyed the superiority and ability to order the two to her beck-and-call without even asking, even though no leader of the group had ever been formally appointed, Nariko had already unofficially taken the role, and the others would learn to accept that as so many others have had too.
Everything was so much clearer to Nariko from the rooftops, how every street was laid out before her, every building, every shadow moving past a lit window, she had a panoramic view of her environment, more effective than any map or GPS system she could have procured. In her head, Nariko took note of every she could see before her that could help. She noted down the hotspots that someone with a considerable amount of skill with stealth (That she assumed their target had, from having evaded them so well) would use to navigate themself, such as the densely populated, busy high streets. Nariko deduced that their targets would be trying to find a method of fast travel to escape the city, and would most likely go for somewhere highly populated and crowded, like a bus or a plane, but also try to move with the crowd. Nariko saw that the most heavily congested crowds of streets were moving to and from the train station. She had picked a look out.
Without warning, Nariko jumped, kicking her feet from the rooftop and flipping through the air. Her arms spread eagle at her sides, her legs flipping over her, a weightless sensation tingling through her body for what felt like a minute of unsupported flight, before she landed on one knee and one foot on the next roof. Basically hitting the ground running, Nariko set off into a sprint across a line of equally levelled terrace houses, sparing a humourous thought to how her inept freerunning companions would manage to keep up with her, if at all.
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Luke had ignored the sounds of Aaren's complaints for a while as she seemed to make something of a small attempt at climbing to the rooftop - even though the others had already reached the top. Even he wasn't skilled in climbing, yet he had managed to somehow work his way up the side of the wall without too much of a struggle. Letting out a small sigh, he shut his eyes for a small moment of time - shutting out the sounds of Aaren as she continued to demand help. It was barely a few seconds before he reopened them to find Nariko already charging off across the rooftops, leaving him to shake his head and roll his eyes slightly.
He was already becoming frustrated with the two of them, wondering why they were even made to work together to complete the task of retrieving the Assassin and her child. It was clear that none of them would be able to work peacefully together, and if it wasn't for the fact that this task seemed to be rather important to the company, he would've attempted it without the help of others - although it seemed that he had already lost the help of one, the one that was already racing across the rooftops and disappearing into the night.
He wasn't even going to attempt to take the jump that Nariko had done, doubting that he'd even come close to making it. So instead, Luke turned back to the edge of the rooftop where he had climbed up less than a few minutes earlier. Bending down with one knee by the edge of the roof, he held onto the side and offered his other hand to help Aaren up, tired of hearing her complaints. Chances were though, that even they had only just reached the rooftop, they would probably have to find some other way of following Nariko, doubting neither of them would be as willing to run along the rooftops after her.
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