Viva la revolución

Arno is likely going to be spending the event watching everything unfold from a building or a high place. Seeing how running in and punching everything in the face isn’t exactly his style.

However, he will definitely help those who can’t protect themselves and try to get them to a ‘safe zone’.

“Our weapons and abilities were stripped from us, however after a drawn out ‘party game’, they were given back to us and now we’re being overrun various monsters and fairy tale creatures.”

"Well then~” 

“Looks like whatever sanity I had left is completely gone now~”

rooksassassin:

     “Mapping, gathering information… You don’t need a pretty pistol to      do that. You just need eyes to know that this place is a dump.”

Idiotic commentary from Jacob aside, what Aloy said does make the most sense. It was common practice with reaching a vantage point for him, too. Him and Evie mapped the place out, which gave them an easier time to run around the entire boroughs that London had to offer.

     “They probably want us to all get to know each other, or something.      Or maybe they don’t want to deal with people shooting at each other.      You could easily shoot someone with this, y’know.”

Though would it even have an effect on someone? Jacob wasn’t really looking to find out and thankfully he was with people who weren’t too interested in finding out either. Well, hopefully - he didn’t know Arno too well but they were from the Brotherhood, which meant Arno probably wasn’t too interested in shooting him. Caster, however, was an entirely different story. Maybe it’s best to keep the gun away from him, otherwise he’d be known as something like Gunster.

     “What could be worse than death, Spellster? A little time with us      isn’t that bad!”

A serious person and someone who didn’t take everything seriously - this was going to be a combination. Before anyone could say anything else, though, the radar began to beep a little. Not greatly, but it was pointing them in the right direction.

     “Looks like ‘Fancy Pistol’ here wants us to go that way. Let’s keep      moving.”

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     — ❝ The only reason I can think of is that there’s potential dangers out there that would stop people from competing the task, ❞ she answers Arno honestly, offering a small shrug of her shoulders as she does so. Truthfully she also didn’t see a lot of reason behind it because, after all, she’s a person used to doing much on her own… Not only that, but the seeker is rather confident in her abilities. However, it crosses her mind that others who aren’t used to situations such as these have been roped into it and as such, begins to finds the idea of teams a smart move…

     For those particular people, in any case.

     Though as Jacob begins to speak once more, unnecessarily egging Avicebron on, the anointed can only offer him a furrow of her brows in response. While she’s sure the Caster would ignore his comments regardless, potentially causing problems between their small team isn’t in their best interests. Before she can offer any other reply, however, the radar begins to beep faintly, causing the redhead’s attention to look to the radar and to where exactly it’s pointing to.

     ❝ So, in the direction of more ruined buildings and rubble. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before, ❞

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"Almost as easy as shoving some poor innocent soul into that endless abyss of pit towards the center of the city, however normal people generally don’t do such things.”

Arno stated in retort, a massive tint of sarcasm in his voice. While he wasn’t sure how the beacon pistol functioned exactly, it was obvious that nothing good came from firing it at another individual. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that firing something in the shape of a weapon likely wasn’t the most wise decision. 

As they’d continue continue onward, Arno squints his eyes as he notices a particularly tall ruin of what used to be a building. Perhaps it was a church or some sort of library? Nonetheless, it seemed stable enough to scale and get a good sense of where they were and where they were heading, it never hurts to plan ahead.

“Considering we seem to be wandering aimlessly, it might be a wise decision for one of us to get to high vantage point and scout out a proper route.”

Arno states as he points towards the ruin ahead, as an assassin of the brotherhood, scaling this ruin would be a simple and easy task. Even more so considering in this scenario, he didn’t need to put that much attention into being stealthy and cautious.

"I’d imagine some of these ‘locations’ are likely difficult places to reach, seeing what lies up ahead may give us a good idea of what to expect. Perhaps give us time to formulate some sort of strategy.”

“Also, if everyone is being paired up in teams, there must be some sort of competition in place, if that’s indeed the case I’d rather not find out what losers at the bottom receive as a ‘prize’.”

     — ❝ Yes– performers, ❞ comes her reply, quirking a brow at the new face before the conversation continues on. While she truthfully wishes to speak to him privately and hopefully get to know him better… Well, such a thing may not be possible at the moment. With Avicebron’s rather antisocial tendencies and Jacob’s penchant for teasing, it’s entirely plausible that some sort of conflict may arise.

     Though truthfully, Aloy hopes it doesn’t come to that.

     ❝ That’s how a radar works, yes. Though, there should be a general idea of which way to go on it so if you’re going to hold onto it, just watch for any signals, ❞the seeker begins to explain once more, following behind the assassin as she looks around the area for a moment.

     ❝ But it seems like they’re using the beacon’s points for mapping… Or maybe just gathering general information about the land’s formation. When I used to climb Tallnecks and download their map information onto my Focus, it was kind of this… Well, sort of, anyway. ❞ and with that she hums to herself in thought for a moment, a hand cupping her chin as she does so.

     ❝ That or they could be gathering main points for building something… What that could be, though, I have no idea. ❞

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Was that was their only objective? Follow this ‘radar’ to a specific point and shoot off a signal flare? This seemed far too simple to be trusted at face value, there has to be some sort of ulterior motive or some hidden danger behind all this. But nonetheless, even if this truly is all that they needed to do, the last thing Arno was planning on doing was complaining about was the difficulty of an activity he was forced to participate in.

Arno quietly follows behind the group, eyeing at the ruins around him trying to get a feel of his location and it’s surroundings. He didn’t trust the situation at all, it certainly doesn’t hurt to have an idea of your playing field should something go wrong. 

As he did so, Arno could only grasp so much of the current conversation; radar, a focus? A pistol that shoots out a piercing bright light? Nothing made sense to him 

"It’s possible, however I don’t see why a task as mundane as that would require everyone to be paired in groups.”

“If it were that simple, wouldn’t it be far more productive to give everyone a beacon device to accomplish this on their own? It would certainly cover more ground.”

     — UPON hearing the brunet saying their team name aloud (having decided it mostly on his own), the redhead can’t help but give a playful roll of her eyes. While she, admittedly, doesn’t mind either way, she hopes the same to be true for the other companion that has accompanied her today… Though really, Aloy is just more so relieved that Avicebron isn’t by himself. Having spoken to him numerous times, the seeker realizes that he’s not exactly a people person and as a such, worried for his well being for this particular event.

     ❝ He’s a…? Oh! Right, ❞ comes her quick reply, offering a smile and nod in understanding to Jacob’s allusion. Having been told of his past and profession, the anointed is able to catch on quickly and as a result, offers a nod to Arno as well.

     She can’t help but cover her mouth, however, as she begins to lightly laugh at the brunet’s attempt to remember the Servant’s name. While Aloy didn’t expect Jacob to remember his name well since she has only mentioned him by name a handful of times, hearing the word ‘Spellster’ come out of his mouth with such an earnest expression makes her chuckle.

     ❝ Your heart was in the right place; this is Caster, not Spellster, ❞ she soon corrects, her giggles finally dying down before offering a nod to the men before her.

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Arno closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh after seeing that their Assassin Brotherhood was revealed to a stranger, as tempted as he was to make a remark on how ridiculous their team name sounded and how careless Jacob was, he holds his tongue. Rather, he keeps a confident stance, a stern expression on his face and polite tone in his voice. 

“Performers.“

He interjects between Aloy and Jacob to try and keep some sort of mystique with their organization, considering how skilled he and presumably Jacob were in scaling buildings and free running, it wasn’t that far fetched of a lie.

After being properly introduced to everyone by their eccentric team leader, Arno returns a nod to both Aloy and... monsieur Casty Spellster, whatever he intended on calling himself. 

“A pleasure to meet you both.“

At the very least, working as a team was nothing new to Arno, back within the French brotherhood he had experience in undertaking missions requiring the coordination of multiple assassins. While this team wasn’t exactly ideal in comparison, once this team had a set objective and everyone’s strengths and weaknesses were revealed, everything should go according to plan.

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ALRIGHT TEAM, what are we going to call ourselves. 

is2g if Jacob tries to call us the Rooks, Arno is jumping out the window 

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         “I have a lotta Japanese friends. An’ I visi’ Shibuya regularly. So…”

         “うん。私の名前は途中でニコールです。君は？”

He pauses for several moments, unfortunately for him, the languages he was fluent in or had a basic understanding of were limited to European countries. 

“It seems you’ve bested me in bilinguality, félicitations.”

“But, through my amazing deductive reasoning and common sense, I assume you’re speaking ‘Japanese’ dialect correct?”

         “–My brotha spoke French a lo’ since he was learnin’ i’ since middle school. I picked up somma i’ from him. An’ I speak Spanish so well cause my bes’ friend is from Nicaragua. An’ tha only way I could speak ta her ma was by actually usin’ wha’ Spanish I understood from school an’ from her helpin’ me ou’.”

 “I suppose that makes sense then, clearly the practice paid off.”

“Sí, hay un problema. No hablo francés. Y para que conste, soy una chica. Usa pronombres femeninos conmigo.”

Well then, had this been a ballroom dance, now would be the time where he’d be slapped across the face. 

“Pardonne moi, mademoiselle.”

         “Hablas Ingles, Carbon.”

“Qu’est-ce le problème?”