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[emergingspirit]

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[uncledaddy]

You've a mouthful on this bloody thing, don't you. Took me a time to track it down.

You'll have made it out safely?

[emergingspirit]

[Insert incredibly slow reply here:]

What Mouthful?

[uncledaddy]

The name beside Connor.

I'll take that for an answer. No new scars for me to worry over?

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[familyissues]

Hey, it's Desmond! Thought you'd like to know, I found deer on the other end of Gefion park, a whole mess of them. I asked around the locals and apparently they're fair game.

[ ...ah shit, pun ]

Anyway if you're free for a little while today, I've got my gear and you have an open invitation to join me. I'm about to get coffee at the shop first, I'll see if you're there. Ciao.

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[emergingspirit]

[Poor Desmond, Connor never heard this message until just now. This is what happens when he takes his bracelet off to wash his hands and accidentally knocks it under a table.

But now that he sees it, one of the first things he's seen after getting his bracelet back, it's perked him up. Immensely.]

I apologize for missing your message. If you are still interested in a hunting trip sometime, I would enjoy your company.

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[familyissues]

Connor! I thought- Jesus, it's good to hear from you.

[ Can you hear that? That is relief in his voice, k. Don't mind this dope, it's not like he worried or anything. ]

Hell yes, I'm still interested. When are you free next?

[asgardsbeauty]

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

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[asgardstricks]

[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]

Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.

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[familyissues]

Hey! I'm about to go down to the Arena and try not to get clobbered by a giant bear! You coming?

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[emergingspirit]

You are planning to fight a bear? Willingly?

...Of course I'm coming.

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[familyissues]

Bring honey, we get to pet it beforehand.

[ Gosh he's cheerful! ]

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[familyissues]

[ It's midday, the sort of time Desmond associates with lazy summer days in the middle of the week, time best spent vegging out in the sun with a book and bottle of sunblock. A bit of rest from the hectic evenings at the bar. But Asgard isn't New York, and for all that he tells himself it's all right to take a breather, to work on something else besides the endless preparations and hard training for the next battle they might face, he's total shit at following his own advice.

Still, he's forced himself in recent days to make time, to finish one project in particular that had nothing to do with Ragnarok and everything to do with one of the important people in his life here.

He's waiting in the bureau when Connor gets back from whatever errand he'd been attending to, rising from his pillowed seat on the floor. ]

Hey, Connor... Mind if I talk to you for a sec?

[emergingspirit]

[Unbeknownst to Desmond, Connor was less attending to errands and more teaching Garrett how to blend. He still has a touch of a limp in the wake of Muspelheim, so dragging Garrett out climbing will have to wait until it's gone.

Connor is just about to go get himself something to drink when he sees Desmond, and suffers a brief moment of panic. Does Desmond know? ...No. He can't possibly. Connor hasn't said a word, and Garrett certainly wouldn't. It's fine.]

Of course. What did you need?

[familyissues]

[ Though he notes the pause, he's still not psychic and hasn't any reason to suspect that Connor has been breaking tenets. They're alone for the time being, the novizi all shooed away for what Desmond's about to do, which is to offer his ancestor a plainly wrapped gift box. ]

I meant to give this to you a lot sooner, but didn't have the chance to finish it until recently. Thought you might appreciate it, brother.

[ Past the paper and the box itself, wrapped in a layer of white tissue, rests a small picture album bound in brown leather. The photos inside are mostly candids, taken throughout Connor's time in Asgard-- with the novices; with the Mentors; caught in a Leap like a bird in flight; carrying Flavia on his shoulder in the shop; with all of the Assassins crowding in with Desmond for a "selfie" and wearing all manner of perplexed expressions for it.

All of those, however, are extras in the back. The first two thirds of the album is dedicated to someone else. Kaniehtí:io, from the brief time she came to Asgard, proud and strong and beautifully intense. ]

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[mentoris]

[It has been a very different awakening this past week, returning to Asgard from being back home for another six years. Six years, and so many other things have happened since. Sometimes it's hard to believe that all that time has gone in just a few days, a blink of an eye. Yet here he is, 52, and all the wiser for it.

He's been within the Bureau for some time now, going over old papers that he was writing before, trying to recall everything that he had planned before he left. It is frustrating, a little, to forget things and yet still have a familiarity to them. He sits at the desk there, going over several sheets when he hears someone pass him, footsteps familiar even before he looks up.]

Connor? Nipote, is that you?

[If it is, there's something they need to discuss. Desmond came to him after talking with Connor about Garrett, now it's Ezio's turn. However, he has no plans of yelling, or even confronting him aggressively- rather, he just wants to know why. Connor does not act out against the Brotherhood unless he feels it is important, and this is... different. So he'll hear him out, rather than scold him. That may or may not come later.]

[emergingspirit]

[Connor has been out much of the day, doing food preservation on the roof, helping Desmond check on his brewing, teaching Garrett some of the finer points of climbing without outside help...with proper food, Garrett is slowly starting to fill out, but he still needs a lot of work to build up his upper body strength. He's tired and can think of nothing he'd like better than an hour or two to himself, maybe with a book. Or maybe he'll take a nap instead.

Fond thoughts of lying in the quiet for a while are pushed to the side when Ezio pipes up. Connor sticks his head through the door.]

Did you call me, Nonno?

[mentoris]

[There is a grin when Connor pops his head through the door, and Ezio can't help but chuckle a little at the sight. Even though he's older, being around family makes him feel as young as ever. His head tilts and he breathes out a little before rising, pushing out away from the desk and coming around it, hands gesturing outwards in a question.]

Sì, I was. Are you free at the moment? I have a question I wish to ask.

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Hey, Connor!

Why can't a bicycle stand on its own?

[emergingspirit]

[A long puzzled silence because he's never quite thought about it and...]

I do not know. Why?

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[womanfromacre]

Connor,

There is a chore in the stables I could use your help with, if you are not too busy.

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[emergingspirit]

[Augh, text.]

Of course. I would be glad to help. I will meet you there.

[And quickly, too!]

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[grandsassmaster]

[Why is Haytham communicating with his son? Why, because he can. Well that and it's interesting to give him a reminder that he is still there. And active. It's entertaining really.

Besides, he might learn something interesting.]

Connor, it has been a little while since we last spoke. How have you been?

[Why yes. He is making himself seem like the concerned father he's not.]

[emergingspirit]

[Dad no, Dad why, Dad stop.

Connor's response is predictably terse; he sees what you're doing, Haytham.]

I am well.

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[blackhand]

[More often than not, Garrett's content to simply find people through text, or to stalk them at a leisurely pace, far behind. After the recent events in his training, and specifically running across a certain Grandmaster Templar, he's more than a little unsettled. He's actually, all things considered, angry. To an extent, at least.

Which is why his Assassin babysitter may just notice the sound of something repeatedly hitting the window outside his room in the bureau, late at night. It's soft at first, hardly recognizable, but as time passes the sound becomes impossible to ignore. Someone has grabbed a handful of his blunt arrows and is deciding to be creative.

Plink. Plink. Plink. Get the fuck outside, Connor, he's got a bone to pick with you.]

[emergingspirit]

[Connor was enjoying a quiet evening in, doing a bit of reading, updating his journal and checking over some of his slowly drying fruit, but it looks like the quiet can't last because not only has an outsider figured out where he lives, said outsider is throwing things at his lone and mostly blocked off window. He ignores the plinking as long as he can until it's no longer possible to pretend that it's just a very stubborn bat repeatedly flying into the glass. Eventually he sighs, gives up on his reading and decides on the best way to exit the bureau at this time of day.

In the end he decides on leaving through the front door of the shop downstairs as there is a potted plant sitting outside at the moment and he can exit that way under the pretense of needing to water it. ...Somehow, he's not at all surprised to see Garrett skulking around the corner.]

Can I help you?