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Post by bagerface on Dec 26, 2016 21:43:07 GMT -5
haha true, parkour hardcore
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:57:15 GMT -5
alternatively: extreme pirate sim
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Post by bagerface on Dec 26, 2016 21:58:59 GMT -5
aka : Pirate being shot at by giant war ships
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 22:02:52 GMT -5
my clever ass: wow thats a big ship and i just started the game. oh. its a frigate? ATTACK !
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Post by bagerface on Dec 26, 2016 22:18:57 GMT -5
*scrambles on board* HEHEHEH OH NO * gets knocked down by red coat)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 22:21:20 GMT -5
There were so many retorts that Camille had β but all of them withered as he saw the pleading look Ilse gave him. One of the few expressions heβd learned, he simply huffed and turned his head, fully aware that he was more intelligent than Edgard ever had hopes to be. He settled his mind on that thought and chose to count to ten in his mind, before tuning back into the conversation that was being help in their kitchen. Once again, he brought his glass to his lips and took a long sip, quiet and calculating and back to trying to be professional. Of course, this wasnβt an easy task when the only person in the room shorter than him was his mother, but if she could be professional then he could be professional.
(This, he noted, was not a good line of thought. She was so much better at many things, and he could only hope to be as good as her once he hit her age.)
The withering looks he received for threatening the elder Garreau son also helped in his decision to not punch Edgard (though his motherβs words led him to realise that if he cornered the man outside of the Fournier home, it was fair game. He made a mental note to learn the manβs schedule). His motherβs words did, however, cause him to shrink back slightly. Being closer in height to her, he noted that, of course, she was a terrifying human being and he was quite confident that she could beat him in most things. He averted his gaze, unable to keep eye contact with his parents, and instead focused on a particularly interesting cabinet. Very beautiful. Was it a plate cabinet or a glass cabinet? His impulses told him to open it, his common sense told him that they were supposed to be talking. Right. Focus, focus.
The lowkey disapproval at his suggestion (as mocking as it had been) caused him to physically flinch, and he lowered his head. A sign of shame, though subtle as it was, and this time he focused on Ilseβs fingers around his wrist. The other manβs hands were larger and longer than his, fingers wrapping so easily around his wrist that he instead focused on how his frame was smaller and leaner than his fatherβs, on how he was more birdlike, if he had to put a comparison. Another fascinating thing. The more he felt shamed, the more things he found fascinating, the more things he put his focus into rather than allowing himself to pay attention to the rising heat in his cheeks, of how he was sure they were darkening. Embarrassment was not a foreign thing to him, but he found that he preferred it in this situation compared to others. This was with family (save for Edgard, who he deemed as a useless gremlin), so he was safe, he was okay.
βLucien,β he repeated, zoning back into the conversation with something akin to annoyance. It didnβt show in his tone β no, no, he wouldnβt let it show in his tone, but there was an unmistakable flicker to his expression. Logically, he knew he was doing this for the family; but his gaze slid to Edgard and narrowed as if he were blaming the man for this. He was. Edgard made it far too easily to shift blame, made it so obvious as to who he hated. βOf course.β
Again, the disapproval. Camille couldnβt help but flinch and avert his gaze yet again, something he had done far too much in this conversation. The corners of his lips twitched downwards, skin between his eyes bunching up as his brows pulled down. Damn Edgard. Damn everything the awful older Garreau was. His fingers twitched at his sides, itching to reach for something dangerous but the grip of the younger Garreau so firm that he didnβt dare, because he knew he would hurt Ilse β both physically and in feelings. Instead, he turned his head to look at his blood brother, somewhat upwards to stare at his face. He studied the slender curve of his eyes and the faint freckles and calmed himself before he looked back to his father.
βI donβt make promises I canβt keep,β a phrase heβd said to Ilse about this exact matter. βIβm not a liar, but Iβll see what I can do.β
No promises, so that he couldnβt disappoint his father further if he did succeed in hitting Edgard Garreau. He exhaled slowly through his nose and ignoring Ilse tensing beside him, instead choosing to bare his teeth in a mocking smile to the slightly older man.
βGoodnight, Eddie. It looks like your curfew is calling for you! Too bad you canβt be like your little brother and be trusted to stay out all night long,β as if to keep the effect, he reached up to ruffle Ilseβs hair. This caused the other man to huff out a quiet laugh and bat his friendβs hand down, shoving him lightly aside. Camille stumbled slightly and grabbed at Ilseβs shirt with his free hand, causing both of them to stumble into the counter with a quiet βoophβ.
βClever,β Ilse said. βIβve never met anyone with your grace or elegance,β it was only partially mocking.
βShut up,β came the grumpy reply.
βOh,β Ilse blinked, βgoodnight, Dad,β he called, though he wasnβt quite sure if his father heard him. He wrinkled his nose and stole the wine glass from Camilleβs hand, deciding that heβd quite happily take that considering that the older man wasnβt drinking it at the moment. He got a half-hearted glare in return.
When Alphonse talked to them, Ilse stood to attention almost like a soldier. Camille, on the other hand, leaned back against the counter and tilted his head back. Heβd be lying if he said he wasnβt pissed off, and it showed in his expression, no longer clouded or hidden now that Clement and Edgard were gone. He glared half-heartedly at his father, a typical childβs rebellion despite his need for approval.
βFrolic,β he repeated bluntly, then wrinkled his nose at his parentsβ show of affection, turning his head. βOh, gross. Get a room.β
He stuck the tip of his tongue out childishly and stood up straight, taking his wine glass back from Ilse and draining the rest of it before he set it on the side and cleared his throat softly, a sound that did not quite sound right with him. He looked at Ilse and jerked his head to the door, a silent request to leave the room. Ilse did just that, and his loud βgoing up the stairsβ footfalls confirmed that he was probably going to raid Camilleβs room for pyjamas that would actually fit him. It was a wishful thing for the other man to hope, but he wasnβt surprised.
Despite having made a silent gesture to Ilse to say that he would follow soon, Camille leaned against the counter again and turned his head to stare at the wall. An apology danced over his tongue, but he swallowed it down, far too stubborn to admit that he was in the wrong for reacting as he did, but far too nervous to actually leave the room without expressing some sort ofβ¦vague remorse for what heβd done. The fingers of his right hand brushed over his left, over the ring he still wore even now, but he did not speak up, instead choosing to lose himself in his own mind.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 22:21:58 GMT -5
[shoots canons] [misses] I MADE A MISTAKE, A SEVERE MISJUDGEMENT. RETREAT. [gets desync'd] hec k
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Post by bagerface on Dec 26, 2016 22:50:05 GMT -5
*tries to get music sheet and falls into pond full of alligators* HECK )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 22:52:42 GMT -5
[tries to climb and presses the wrong button, thus jumping into the air] AHHHHHHH
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Post by bagerface on Dec 26, 2016 23:05:13 GMT -5
*tries to ram ship between two war ships to get to pirate cove*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 23:15:43 GMT -5
DFKSJH im so glad we can relate in these assassin creed matters (no joke tho the controls can be so . BAHHHH)
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Post by bagerface on Dec 26, 2016 23:27:37 GMT -5
the troubles of Assassin Creeders kekek but true though LOL sometimes the controls are a bit wonky. I once got stuck between a palm tree and a wall after trying to be cool and jump off a building LOL )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 23:29:31 GMT -5
SDKJAH every so often (and this happens more in revelation than anything else) i'll climb a huge building for the sake of it and then i'll lclick one wrong button and suddenly ive murdered myself
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Post by bagerface on Dec 26, 2016 23:40:31 GMT -5
omg true I remember that happening way too many times. Or when you're trying to race that other assassin and you try to jump on the rope to run across the gap and Ezio just decided to completely miss the rope LOL
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 23:42:23 GMT -5
HVV or like even ?? on the tutorial part of rev ?? where ur like, trying to follow altair and its like "what if ezio just throws himself off the building" GEE THANKS
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 0:03:03 GMT -5
Ezio was always a rebel, even when just a figment of zeros and ones )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 0:04:52 GMT -5
me: be nice 2 me ezio i am a gentle soul ezio: thug lyf [throws himself off a building]
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 0:08:41 GMT -5
Lol but at least Ezio can also throw other people off the building beside himself LOLOL
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 0:16:11 GMT -5
UR NOT WRONG. if im going down.........everyones going down with me
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 0:19:43 GMT -5
*shoves guard and watch as the other guards below just stare at the body*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 0:22:23 GMT -5
[drops a guard body on a guard] vive la revolution
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 0:28:54 GMT -5
*tries to jump into haystack from a tall tree * AMEERRICAAA
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 0:30:25 GMT -5
[SLAMS INTO A DUMMY THAT IM SUPPOSED TO BE SHOOTING] IRELANDDDD
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 0:36:06 GMT -5
*runs on the rooftops of the garden instead of showing off my fake assassin skills * PIRACYYYY
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 0:38:26 GMT -5
I hope i can jump in the rp soon LOL )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 0:39:07 GMT -5
[slams into another ship] PILLAGING
if you want, i have jaime & matthieu free o:
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 1:04:22 GMT -5
( Ohh sure ! Could you write the starter? I'm not very good at starting XD and hello there !)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 1:06:36 GMT -5
hallo
yep !! do u have a preference as to who i use ? <: matthieu is a good boi & a hairdresser and jaime is red light district capo
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Post by bagerface on Dec 27, 2016 1:14:47 GMT -5
nah, i got not preference , surprise me ! )
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