In which Eddie is an unconscious klepto, and it gets him into and out of more places - and trouble, than anything else in his life.
A certain recently fired investigative journalist touches stuff he's not supposed to. No one tells him not to this time, admittedly, so there's that.
Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types
09 Oct 2018
Not-father chuckles, eyes sad and soft, "We recite the Verse of the Throne to ward ourselves of the dark spirits of the sands, lest they take our slumbering form as their vessel-
- On a screen before two pairs of watching eyes, words flash: Synchranization Falling. Vidic snarls.on this plane to cause strife amongst we mere mortals." Not-father tucks him in with tender motions, and his own too-small-not-his-current fingers clutch at his blanket.
"Oh, but father-
- Vidic curses as the scene - despite Altaïr being so young, is the most crisp they've seen yet - fades with a flashing: DeSynchronization in ProgressI know what we are," Desmond whispers into the void, the phantom touch of hip-length grass brusing against his calves out of the darkness.
Can one small change affect the course of a Revolution? Connor takes a left instead of a right at the Detroit Police Department reception the morning of his first meeting with Hank.
Connor's brow furrows as he accesses the new ID and doesn't see Lieutenant Anderson listed under Handler. In fact... he is listed under Handler and instead of being under partner or associate, he's been placed above a Trainee named-
"FuzzButtIncoming, come." The PC200 android calls out, and through a slot in the door on the other side of the room, a tiny bundle of fur almost buried under a DPD K-9 Unit vest comes gamboling up to stand beside it.
Someone had desperately wanted those initials to spell FBI.