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Discussion in 'Pandopolis' started by Arno Dorian, Sep 24, 2018.

  1. Arno Dorian

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    @Ratonhnhaké:ton

    September 30th, year 108

    It's been about a month since Arno was thrown into this strange new world, since some time had passed Arno had managed to somewhat adjust to this world, or.. at least gained an idea how to blend in and pretend to understand this brave new world around him. After all, a jump of over two hundred years certainly makes a huge difference. Compared to France in the late 1700s everything in this world was completely different: language, culture, music, literature and especially technology...

    Sitting at a street side cafe while sipping a cup of piping hot coffee, Arno was dressed like any other person in this day of age. His attire was made up of some black slacks, a brown leather belt, a pair of sneakers, a wristwatch and white dress shirt with a blue sweater vest over it, according to the people in this day of age this style was called 'preppy'. He felt comfortable in these clothes and they suited him, he felt the look wasn't too far off from the attire he wore back in his own time period.

    Nonetheless, this whole situation was absurd, it seemed like a plot that was taken straight from fictional literature. Considering the time that had passed since his arrival, it was unlikely that this world wasn't the product of his imagination. All Arno could hope was that this world wasn't a product of the Pieces of Eden, considering the small amount of power he saw demonstrated with those objects with his own two eyes, it wasn't completely a far fetched idea.

    Thankfully despite how much time had passed, people of this era still drank alcoholic beverages to escape from their troubles. Arno couldn't care less as long as he was still able to drink and distract himself from his issues. France, Pandora, Pieces of Eden? Either way, all Arno could do was sit around and wait for a solution to present himself, how could one break an illusion or leave an entirely different world with only their two hands at their disposal? At the very least, this land seemed peaceful when compared to the turbulent time that was the French Revolution, it was actually relaxing in a way to be in a place where he didn't need to constantly keep his guard up.

    As Arno took another sip of his mug, he couldn't help but notice some commotion in the distance. Apparently people with those odd devices called 'cameras' were chasing after what seemed to be a behemoth of a man, calling out his name asking for an interview of some sorts, clearly this man wasn't having any of it and wanted nothing to do with it. As they got closer to this cafe, Arno looked at his watch and tapped on it carefully, clearly he had nothing to better to do and if all he did was sit around, his skill would more than likely begin to get rusty.

    "Perhaps this'll serve as my good deed for the day."

    As unwise as it was to meddle in things he clearly knew nothing about, those men chasing after him didn't seem like authorities, they just looked like obnoxious people harassing someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with them. So with that Arno immediately stands up and walks out onto the street, grabbing this man by his hand he quickly maneuvers them into a maze of alleyways that he discovered sometime back when he first arrived here.

    "Follow me, I know a good place to escape your pursuers."

    Arno states giving this man a sincere look, he then leads this man over some chain linked fences and various walls leading into more alleyways behind the busy buildings of main street. He could only hope this man could keep up with him.
     
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  2. Ratonhnhaké:ton

    Ratonhnhaké:ton Assassin's Creed

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    Connor had come to Pandopolis with one goal in mind - find the building where these papers were being printed and demand they stop selling the lies they had been spreading about him and his family.

    The first time he had experienced the aftermath of this public awareness of himself was while he and Nynaeve had been travelling across Centria, searching for his father. He had noticed people staring, whispering. Ocassionally, there were flashes of lights that were temporarily distracting. At first, he had thought it was because of their supposed deaths. Somehow, that had become public knowledge. Did his father tell everyone that they had died?

    But then, while at a small liquor store in Downbeat Bay he had glanced the cover of a magazine on the rack by the counter, and did not like what he saw: him and Nynaeve crossing a street in Centria and the accompanying title, "Kenway heir, Nynaeve's latest boy toy?"

    Connor didn't really know what it meant. He wasn't a toy and he certainly wasn't a boy, but after snatching the magazine off of the rack and flipping through until he discovered more pictures of their search across Centria - entering cafes for meals, motels for sleep, random encounters that he couldn't begin to guess their source - and that there were rumors they could be 'an item', something Connor understood to mean he was courting her.

    Which was absurd. Connor demanded the shop keep tell him where he had gotten this magazine. When the shop keep replied that he didn't 'make 'em, he just sold 'em to keep the masses happy with their celebrity nonsense', Connor demanded that he take them all down. Baffled and annoyed, the shop keep refused. So Connor did the next best thing: he took the magazines with him and the look he gave the shop keep silenced any protests.

    That was his first experience into the world of tabloids. Now, he was here in Pandopolis to set things right. His goal, however, had been quickly derailed. He hadn't set foot in the city for long before both men and women, but mostly men, started to follow him.

    Connor was not used to this either: being so publicly noticeable. He managed to shake his original stalkers, but then, along a side street, he had become entangled in a group of them that had not been possible to bypass. At first, they just crowded him and he had asked them politely to leave him be, but when that didn't work and it escalated to shoving cameras in his face, whose bright flashes were disorienting and discomforting, Connor got more insistant. He shoved them out of the way, ignoring their complaints about his supposed assault on their person. The next flash at hit his eyes, he made a blind grab for, fingers tightening around the camera and yanking it from their gasp. A hand on his shoulder made him spin around, camera still in hand and he shoved the thing rather hard into the outraged man whom he had taken it from.

    "Keep following me, and your flashing device will not be the only thing I take from you." Connor had threatened, which made him at least stop in his tracks, but not before raising his camera again and getting one last picture of him before backing into the crowd.

    And that was when another hand grabbed onto his and was already pulling him away before his shoulders could tense. The other had grabbed his left hand. This was problematic only on the sense that it was the one underwhich the sleeve of his hoodie housed his hidden blade. Should he need to use it, he would have to grapple the other first to get him to let go of his hand.

    But then the other spoke to only him, and Connor felt his initial tension calm some. He agreed that escaping the harassment of the strangers he had encountered on the streets was in his best interest, and if this man, who looked honest enough, was going to help him do that, then he had nothing to lose.

    But he did need his hand. Nor was Connor comfortable with having some strange, yet helpful, man holding onto his hand for so long. Luckily, he did in quick time get his hand back. Connor had no trouble keeping up with the other, who seemed to know all the back alley twists and turns in this part of Pandopolis.

    After a while, Connor had to speak up, if only to get more information. "Where are we going?" he asked, although with his lack of intontation it sounded more like an impatient demand.
     
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    It was a bit of a surprise that this man was able to keep up with him with relative ease, perhaps they were experienced in athletics and free running? Maybe being chased around by people wielding flashing box-technology was common place for him, considering how... threatening he was and how much attention he was gossip he was giving these people, it was no surprise that he was being pursued by more and more people. It was funny, being pursued like this reminded him of his early adulthood, when he'd often cause trouble through gambling away and retrieving family heirlooms and items he bet in high stake card games.

    Though regarding the unwanted attention, if there was anything he learned through being raised within high society, it was that gossip needed to be fed to sustain itself. If you simply ignored it and lived your day to day life, eventually people would grow bored of your mundane life and move onto the next topic.

    Either way, no matter the reason why those people were pursuing this man, Arno has reached the point of no return as he already involved himself in this mess.

    "There's a secret back entrance to a tavern I like to visit, considering how quiet it is during the day it'll serve as a good place to stay until things quiet down."

    "I doubt any of those people will think to search there."

    Arno states in response, perhaps some liquor to help calm this man down some, considering how annoyed he sounded about all this.

    The two eventually reach what seems to be a dead end, a brick wall that stood over twelve feet tall. Arno, not wasting any time quickly leap onto a metallic trash bin and grab onto the bottom railings of a fire escape that was above them, using it as leverage he then swings himself towards the top of the brick wall and holds his hand out once more to Connor to help him get over this obstacle.
     
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    Ratonhnhaké:ton Assassin's Creed

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    Connor gave the back of the other man's head a hard stare at. He wasn't sure he had heard him correctly, but after mentally assuring himself that he had, his face even while they were moving, showed a now clear impatience. "We cannot go to a tavern. I have business in this city I need to attend to." he countered, recognizing the value of disappearing, if only for a moment, but waiting for hours for these men with cameras to disperse was not on his agenda. And doing so in a tavern was even less than ideal.

    They were met with a dead end and Connor stopped himself from saying something he might regret. He was attempted to just thank the man for trying to help, abandon him, scale the walls, and find his own to his destination via the rooftops, but then the other man had a similar plan.

    Connor only stared up at his vertically disappearing form with an expression of mild surprise, but only for a second more before he followed. By the time the other had turned around, Connor eying the hand that was open to help someone who was already right behind, he had pulled himself up onto the top of the wall next to him. "Was this dead end part of your plan?" he asked dryly, his speech implying a serious question that was not there.
     
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    Now that was yet another surprise, so this man was also skilled in scaling walls and buildings? Upon hearing that this man couldn't simply wait for things to settle down for a bit to accomplish whatever business he needed done, the logical thing to do now was to go up. At least on the rooftops, this man's pursuers will quickly be mislead and head off in another direction, Arno deciding to take the fire escape up to the rooftops quickly begins to climb upward. Considering this man proved himself to be capable, he didn't bother looking back to see if he needed any help.

    "And was yours being chased by a mob? You're welcome by the way."

    Arno stated with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, this man's impatience though was a bit grating. Just what was so important which resulted in this man to be involved in some cartoonish goose chase?

    "Under normal circumstances, most men aren't capable of scaling large walls and buildings. So yes, I'd imagine once they arrive here they'll be completely flabbergasted on how you managed to make your great escape. However judging by your skill, it seems that you didn't need help to begin with."

    He comments with an eyebrow raised while looking at the other.

    "That does bring into question, where did you learn how to run and climb like this? This isn't something just anybody is capable of."
     
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    Connor jumped vertically upwards from the top of the wall, the toe of his shoe finding a hold in the brick wall with enough purchase and leverage to push himself upwards to the next height. His hands found the metal railing of the fire escape, and with an agility that did not belly his broader physique, he soon found himself pulling himself up over the edge onto the top of the roof top. The roof top was flat and of an average height to all the buildings around them. He looked at the other and frowned a little at the cheeky response.

    "I do not normally need to worry about being chased by a mob. I have done nothing to provoke them." he responded in truth, moving over the edge and looking down at the street below. It looked like a normal street with no suspicious activity. But it also wasn't a street he was familiar with. After the Calamity, everything changed. Got bigger. Even Pandora Town had.

    "You could be asked the same question." he responded in turn, guarding his answer until he just judge the other's intentions as he turned to regard him. He looks physically unimposing and dressed in a sweater vest. On the street, Connor would have not paid him any mind, but then again, that might have been the point, so he studied the other with a mixture of care and curiosity.
     
  7. Arno Dorian

    Arno Dorian Assassin's Creed

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    As Arno himself makes it to the top, he then takes a good few moments to look out into the streets below them both. This only emphasized that this was no longer the world he recognized and knew, everything was just so drastically different in comparison of the Paris he knew.

    Upon hearing this man's reasoning for being chased, he couldn't help but give Connor a skeptical expression. Clearly he was adding fuel to the fire in regards to that unwanted attention judging from the little he saw from that cafe anyways, granted with how pushy those people were acting it was only natural to feel annoyed from all that.

    "Are you sure about that? Forcefully taking their devices from their hands and making threats loud enough for everyone to hear isn't exactly being subtle."

    When Arno received that response noting his own parkour and free-running skill, it was only fair to not pester this man for answers further. It was none of his concern after all, though with vague mention of 'business' and the skill he clearly possessed, he couldn't help but have an idea float around in his head on what this man might be. However, it was too soon to jump to such conclusions, considering his luck now and just how drastically different this world is compared to his own, he doubted he'd run into another assassin so easily.

    That and.. with how little he was 'hiding in plain sight', it all must be mere coincidence. Oh~ he could only imagine the reprimanding he would receive from the Assassin's council had he got this much attention during one of his missions back in Paris.

    "Touché."

    Arno then gives the man a nod and holds out his hand for a handshake.

    "My name is Arno Dorian, by the way. Who might you be? I certainly hope this 'business' of yours doesn't stir more controversy. News seems to spread immensely fast in this city, the last you seem to need is more unwanted attention. "
     
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    Ratonhnhaké:ton Assassin's Creed

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    Connor did not have the patience for the other's snarky rebuke and it showed in the stone-faced look he gave the other.

    "I tried to subtle. When they would not leave, I gave them their options." he stated simply, clearly not interested in knowing what would have been a better way. He had been surrounded, they would not leave, so he intimidated them into leaving him alone. It had worked fine, as far as he was concerned..

    He eyed the other's hand briefly while deciding and then reached out and grasped the other's right hand with his own in greeting. "Connor." he responded. He had long since stopped telling people his given name, simply because they could never sat it, and then they insisted on shortening it to suit them. It was a European thing, he supposed. Williams were Wills, Jameses were Jims. What was the point when their names were already shortened as it was? The other didn't look like someone who could say his name anyways, and he really already had limited patience as it was.

    The other man's nosy line of comments were not lost on Connor. He may not be asking the questions, but he was trying to get Connor to open up. Why did he need to explain himself to the other man? He had helped him, yes, that was true. So maybe he did owe him at least something for his trouble

    "I need to find the people responsible for this." he said, pulling the magazine out from within his person. He showed the other the cover, the one he had pulled out the shop keep's store in Downbeat Bay. "I need to know why they are spreading lies about me, and then I will tell them to stop." he stated with a finality that meant the 'cease and desist' would be happening. He was sure of it.
     
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    Arno Dorian Assassin's Creed

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    After a firm handshake and proper introductions, he blinks upon being shown the cover of a book- no.. a magazine is what they called them?

    "Ah..."

    Arno ponders as he eyes the magazine, tapping his chin. If he remembered correctly this literature was called a 'tabloid' which was a magazine filled with nothing but gossip and scandals that were transformed into imagery and written format. It really was a shame that people considered this sort of media 'entertainment'. Granted it wasn't like high society was any different from his own time period, granted most people then were simply very passive aggressive and indirect about such things, unlike this vulgar magazine that was being shown to him now.

    Nonetheless, defamation and slander was a serious issue and he could understand the man's frustrations now, especially considering that the title read 'Kenway heir, Nynaeve's latest boy toy?'

    Upon seeing that last name, Arno paused for a few moments as things began to piece together in his mind. This man couldn't possibly be related to the same Kenway he was thinking about, could he? However, the striking resemblance of a painting he saw of Haytham some time ago and all the consistencies in skill were too much to ignore. As convenient as all of this might seemed, if he was stuck here in this world sometime in the future, he supposed nothing was impossible at this point. It really was intriguing though considering Haytham's letters and ideologies were such an inspiration to Elise, perhaps this was all a sign?

    Either way, whether or not this information was true or all just misinformation, Arno was determined to help this man one way or another. After all, if given an opportunity it's only natural that you take it, especially under circumstances like this.

    "Hm.. if I understand your plan correctly, you intend on infiltrating the building and speaking to the heads of these 'publishers' directly?"

    "I'm afraid breaking into their base of operations and asking them politely to stop isn't going solve your dilemma, if anything it'll likely make things worse for you. You'd need to give them a very good reason to make them heed your words."


    "Do you plan on giving them a good scare? Fearing for your life often opens even the most stubborn individuals to reason. These people seem to have your reputation under their thumb, if there's anything more sickening, it's people who live off of lies and other's misfortune."

    "While we might be strangers, I can sympathize. This mission looks difficult to accomplish on your own, if you'd like I could offer you aid. "
     
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    Ratonhnhaké:ton Assassin's Creed

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    Connor waited until the other seemed to be satisfied with looking at the cover of the magazine, and then he tucked away again. He gave the other a hard look, an impassive one that was never the less gave the impression of judgement. He was wearing nice clothing, had a considerable amount of sass, yet he had managed to climb up to the top of the rooftops without being winded, so that had to tell him something. That the man was of some type of skill, at least - although what kind was unknown to him.

    Connor had to make a decision. Was he to accept this stranger help even further, or thank him and send him on his way?

    Help was few and far between, and he had mostly operated on his own, although there were few allies that had proven useful to him - just as many that were more of a burden. But this man knew the layout of Pandopolis, or seemed to, and he had voiced his plan almost exactly as he had planned it in his head. With a little more embellishment and lot more monologue... but still.

    Connor sighed and the tension in his shoulders seemed to shift. "Politely asking was not my intended goal, but yes, they will stop." he said, the unsaid threat of 'or else' hanging in the air. In contrast to the other, Connor spoke very little, and only said what needed to be said.

    "Do you know where I can find these men?" he asked, listening to the honking and shouts of people and vehicles below on the main street. Cars were new... Centria had cars and other high-powered, motorized vehicles. He remembered Pandora before had not have as much...
     
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    Arno Dorian Assassin's Creed

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    Arno lets out a soft sigh as he realizes that he was rambling to himself yet again, having been so used to being given charge and leading small groups of the brotherhood in organized missions back in Paris. Even then, numerous times he was told from his allies that he had a bad habit in either rambling and talking far too much, or not giving enough information and being far too serious for his own good.

    Considering Connor didn't exactly know who he was and his motives to help him, he was likely coming off as very suspicious and tad bit obnoxious considering he is some stranger trying to tell him what to do. At least things went well despite all that, Connor seemed to accept his offer to assist him in this mission of his.

    "Do you have their full names and their appearances?"
    Arno asks as he'd turn to Connor with an eyebrow raised, Connor certainly wasn't much of a talker but at least he got straight to the point and didn't dance around words. But thanks to these odd new inventions called 'telephones', these large yellow pieces of literature called 'phone books' and inquiring information as a whole, learning people's whereabouts is far more simple in the modern day it seems.

    "It also might be easier to confront the people in charge from within their personal homes. Your threat will have much more bite to it, proving you know where to find them outside of their work."

    "Besides, it wouldn't be right to involve innocent people who are just employed there."


     
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    Ratonhnhaké:ton Assassin's Creed

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    As helpful as the man was being, Connor's patience with his rambling was started to wear thin. His face, which held a passive openness and a mild curiosity, was starting to flatline into a look of silent judgement. When he wasn't sure the other was going to stop, he held out a hand to chest height, already close to the other from the hand shake, to try and stop him there. "Do you know these answers to your questions? If not, direct to me to whomever I may call upon to find this information." he stated simply, not aggressively, but definitely aloof. Less words, more action.

    If the other could not be further help, he would need to hit the streets... figure out directions of where to go without raising any questions. It seemed almost hopeless. This city was... impossibly large, overwhelmingly so. The entire population of the colonies could fit in it, plus all the people he knew, and possibly more. Their view from the rooftops only confirmed it. Hitting the streets would take weeks or months, depending on how lucky he got with eavesdropping in on conversations. And then there was the problem with the camera men, who would spot him whenever he was moved alone.

    The other ended on a comment about innocents, and Connor privately agreed in theory, but he doubted that men who printed deceptive words could be innocent. Even when Adams had showed him the usefulness of propaganda, he had been baffled by its existence, and here it was... used against him and completely twisted far from the truth. "You would believe them to be innocent? They intentionally spread deceit." he asked, only for confirmation. He did not know this city as well as the other. Perhaps Arno knew something that Connor did not.