Victorian England / Time Displaced in modern NYC
#AssassinsCreedRP #ACRP #AssassinsCreedSyndicate
🎩 Master Assassin of the British Brotherhood
•Gang leader of The Rooks
•SLs & banter
•multiverse and crossovers
•Victorian England, and beyond!
The fire was stocked and the house was already cozy when the broth was bumbling over. Poe curled up at Laura's ankles and quickly learned meowing meant treats!
“You do the boiling, I’ll do the chopping!”
And someone else could do the cleaning up.
“It can serve two purposes. And it’s absolutely a ramen-on-the-floor kind of evening. With extra noddles. Then you can finish mine because my eyes are always bigger than my stomach.”
The fire was stocked and the house was already cozy when the broth was bumbling over. Poe curled up at Laura's ankles and quickly learned meowing meant treats!
“It can serve two purposes. And it’s absolutely a ramen-on-the-floor kind of evening. With extra noddles. Then you can finish mine because my eyes are always bigger than my stomach.”
“Should we have ramen on the floor by the fire?”
First, he kisses it, then he loads wood up in the fireplace to get the house cozy.
“All that time I spent shirtless splitting wood wasn’t just in vain, who knew.”
“It can serve two purposes. And it’s absolutely a ramen-on-the-floor kind of evening. With extra noddles. Then you can finish mine because my eyes are always bigger than my stomach.”
First, he kisses it, then he loads wood up in the fireplace to get the house cozy.
“All that time I spent shirtless splitting wood wasn’t just in vain, who knew.”
First, he kisses it, then he loads wood up in the fireplace to get the house cozy.
“All that time I spent shirtless splitting wood wasn’t just in vain, who knew.”
And even here in Lo don, with less mutants, there was plenty that remained hard to explain.
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Besides, maybe tonight would be different and there would be a real spirit. It had happened before. They'd seen stranger things.
"I think I might want to wear a lot of lace tonight, get into the spirit of things."
And even here in Lo don, with less mutants, there was plenty that remained hard to explain.
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He smiled. The kitten looked up, which was confirmation enough he approved of the moniker.
“I think that’s perfect!”
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"And also blood drinking and such."
She looked over at him, grinning.
"I'd love to go to a séance. Will there be table rocking and spooking lights?"
He smiled. The kitten looked up, which was confirmation enough he approved of the moniker.
“I think that’s perfect!”
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The kitten was now rolling around and chewing on the cravat,>
"Did you name him yet?"
"He looks just like a little Rook with your cravat."
The kitten was now rolling around and chewing on the cravat,>
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Which wasn’t the same as saying no.
“So let me see him?”
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They were all cute.
That was the problem.
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His hand sank into his pocket and came up with some freshly dried mint. She knew him well.
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“The school could do with a few more mousers for anyone who doesn’t want to live a comfortable life as a pet.”
His hand sank into his pocket and came up with some freshly dried mint. She knew him well.
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The kitten orphanage was also a great place to set Rooks to work who weren’t able to fight (either by choice or injury). It still helped the city. The people. And the animals.
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That’s teamwork!
“Are you ready to meet some kitties, darling?”
“Oh,” he laughed, trying to play up the charm. “Well, Mrs. Frye, you always did enjoy cutting right to the chase.”
His eyes scanned around the street.
“Hand pies it is!”
The kitten orphanage was also a great place to set Rooks to work who weren’t able to fight (either by choice or injury). It still helped the city. The people. And the animals.
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“Oh,” he laughed, trying to play up the charm. “Well, Mrs. Frye, you always did enjoy cutting right to the chase.”
His eyes scanned around the street.
“Hand pies it is!”
"That is what you're planning, isn't it?"
“That sound lovely.”
He bend his elbow out for her as they began to stroll.
“Have you seen the mums out at the markets? I say that officially makes it our favourite time of year.”
“Oh,” he laughed, trying to play up the charm. “Well, Mrs. Frye, you always did enjoy cutting right to the chase.”
His eyes scanned around the street.
“Hand pies it is!”