AC Multimuse

Claudia looks up at Ezio from her desk as he walks in. She squints at him and then gives a dramatic gasp, hand to her chest.

"Is that...is that the Ezio Auditore da Firenze! And he is gracing me with his ever vanishing presence?! Am I dreaming?" With how little she saw him, of course she had to tease.

ROME IF CRUMBLING - and Ezio is determined to rebuild it brick by brick if he must. Their Uncle's death would not be for nothing. Of course , this had left him very little time to spend with his family & in particular , Claudia. DISTANCE HAD BEEN EASIER IN THE BEGINNING , the images of their father and brothers hanging , they had never quite left Ezio. He could only be thankful that Maria and Claudia hadn't joined them.

"Ah , Sorella , you are in a good mood , i see." Warm eyes roll , the barest hint of a smile on his lips.

"Sit down, you're having wine with me now. No arguments. It's watered down, I'm not getting you drunk. This time."

Claudia would get her brother to relax for a few minutes whether it was the last thing she would do. Already she was now standing to go to her decanter and pour them both a glass before he could refuse. Bringing it over, her expression had softened somewhat.

what is love if not letting the digital ghost of your past life’s lover possess two ancient alien automatons in order to hang out with you.  🥺️ 🐍

The Keeper was hyperaware of her surroundings. Coming here was a risk she needed to take, no matter how much Aletheia had warned against it. If she could help them find the shroud before they got to Evie's first meeting with her, she could come out of this as relatively unknown as before.

The fact that she wasn't immediately clocked from other visions of assassins' past was a miracle in and of itself. She had encountered so many, she wondered how many they had already looked into. Perhaps she slid into those little pockets where the Animus hadn't visited.

There was some knowledge that they were probably surveying her right now, trying to see if she was a known entity or not. Their technology was great and she couldn't pretend to understand it all, nor did she necessarily want to.

"I was never into the idea of Gods ruling us, let alone the First Civilization." She huffed for a moment, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. "I've little care for anyone who would try to force their will on others. To see themselves as elevated beings." Even Kassandra with her high concentration of Isu blood, who may as well have been a goddess herself with the power she held, didn't see herself as above humanity. She only saw herself as separate, detached from it. Like she didn't belong anymore.

Shaun's shift in focus didn't go unnoticed and she resisted the urge to look behind her to see what he was glancing at. It couldn't have been a person, her back was against the bookshelf.

They were surveying her, she realized as the woman came in through the window, mid-conversation as if she had been there the entire time. "Ah, figured you would try to run a check on me while I was here. See? Clean record. Not a Templar or Abstergo." She restrained a laugh at Shaun's annoyance.

"A pleasure to meet you both. As I said before, my name is Kassandra." She did know their names already. The Keeper had her ways, after all. She chose them for a very specific reason.

"I hadn't noticed," Kassandra remarked, returning to her more relaxed position against the bookshelf. The attitude between the two of them felt familiar, like some of the people she'd known in times past. For a moment, there was a flicker of a frown, missing that sort of friendship she once held with others.

Once Shaun returned, she took the proffered tea, giving a nod of thanks as she held it carefully. Immortal or not, she wasn't about to burn her hands just for a nice cup of tea.

"That's a very bold claim. Are you saying you know who did, or is that the mystery you're coming to us with?" Shaun said first, but looked thoroughly unconvinced. "Though as much as I loathe what Templar historians do to history, they have far more resources than practically anyone else when it comes to finding intel on pieces of eden. Considering how intensely they are after the things, I'm not sure it's wise to start discrediting their intel just yet and we have a promising start."

If this lead was a true one, then perhaps this team can do more careful digging, but he was not ready to drop this, so far, solid intel on the whim of a stranger. He knew Bishop would also not approve it either.

This was the thing she hated about being away, missing embraces like this from Randvi. That she often had to take care of things when Eivor was away made it harder to have her come along. And it made Kassandra sad she couldn't bring her along. But as the acting Jarlskona in Sigurd's absence, Eivor had her duty, and she needed Kassandra's aid in the matter. One day, hopefully, Randvi would get to venture out with them.

"Always. Eivor said if you survive it, it's always a good story. Or something to that effect. She can tell it better than I could. But a bear intoxicated on mushrooms may have been involved." It was enough of a tease that she was sure Randvi would get the tale out of Eivor in record time.

"I could never do what you to do. I'm but a mercenary, I take contracts, I have my missions, and I often work alone. Having to deal with the town's issues and make judgment calls? It could never be me." She rested her own head atop Randvi's, amber eyes casting out at the waters once more. The Keeper was a tough enough job, but she didn't envy those two one bit.

"You both always seem to find the weirdest sights in Britain. I remember Eivor mentionning a pig that could see the future in Lunden. Though I am convinced she ate some mushrooms beforehand." Her voice was quiet, eyes closed as she tried to quell the storm that spun within her stomach. It made her almost despise herself that she was sitting here, reunited with her love, and yet the happy stories were tinged with her own sadness. Everything that happened now seemed painted with that same coating too. Everything dulled and...

It reminded her quite a lot of how she had felt not long after being married. When the anger died and was replaced. For a time, especially coming to England, it had disappeared. She had been preoccupied with helping construct and set up and greet newcomers, and protect the town with scouts, that she was too distracted.

Now? Everything urgent was handled by Eivor and her men. It left her with just this. The maiden within her, the one who had once had her aspirations, had resurfaced - reminding her how so far away this life was from the one she had imagined for herself.

In life we cannot always get what we want.

Kassandra's words 'I could never do what you do' just hit that note within her again.

But I wanted to do what you do.

She was quiet for some moments, pondering if speaking about it would make it better or worse. Would it only worry everyone? Would it worry Eivor, thinking she might attempt to leave just like she had those years ago. In the end, she decided to - eyes opening and gazing at the slow-running water of the stream as she did.

"I was going to be a drengr for hire once. That was my plan for myself, if not a general for my clan. Back then, I would have said the same things as you. She would not recognise me now. She would have liked you, the same as I do now. I doubt you could have kept up with me." She ended it on a lighter note, to dull the edge to her words.

It had been told to her, that she would need to change to fit in. It was the duty of a wife - now not legally one, but bound still by duty.

"Lately, I've been feeling this overwhelming sadness that I can't shake off."

"I'm here for you, ready to listen and support you through this."

"You don't have to face it alone."

"It's hard to explain, but there's this heaviness in my heart that I can't seem to escape."

"I may not fully understand what you're going through, but I want you to know that I'm here to offer a shoulder to lean on."

"Please don't let sadness consume you. There's so much beauty to be found in this world."

"I know it's hard, but I'm trying my best."

"Your presence alone brings light into my life, and that's worth fighting for."

"I hate seeing you sad."

"Let me be the one to bring a smile back to your face."

"Your love and support mean the world to me."

"I'm trying to find my way back to happiness, and with you by my side, I know I'll get there."

"We're both going through a tough time, but we can lean on each other for support."

"It's comforting to know that we're not alone in our sadness."

"Together, we'll find strength and healing."

"Our sadness may feel overwhelming, but we can find solace in sharing our burdens."

"Let's lean on each other, even in our darkest moments."

"We can be a source of strength for one another."

"I noticed ____ has been feeling down lately."

"We should reach out and offer our support."

"Let's remind them that they're not alone and that we're here to lend a listening ear or a helping hand."

"____ seems really down. We should try to brighten their day, even if it's just with a small gesture."

be respectful with these. 

“How bad is the pain today?”

“This doesn’t seem very accessible.”

“Do you need to sit down for a minute?”

“Do you need me to grab your (mobility aid)?”

“Did you remember to take you meds today?”

“Are you getting tired? Do you need to sit down?”

“You can lean against me if you need to, its okay.”

“Are you having a rough brain day? Need to talk?”

“I just need help standing up, I can walk by myself.”

“You don’t owe them an explanation, they’re just rude.”

“Just lay down, take a break. Your body needs to rest.”

“Can you bring me my meds and a glass of water. please?”

“I’m here to give you a hand if you need it, just let me know.”

“You’re real. I’m real… you’re okay, you’re safe here with me.”

“It’s okay to be upset. You’re going through something really hard.”

“I’m sorry, I wanted to go out tonight. My body had different ideas.”

“That seemed like it triggered you pretty bad. Do you need a second?”

“Don’t feel bad about cancelling, I know how bad your flare-ups can get.”

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re just having a panic attack. You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m here for you if you ever need to talk. I might not be able to understand completely, but I can listen.”

action memes

silent: one of our muses has gone non-verbal

sign: one muses teaches the other sign language

explain: one muse explains their disability to the other

hand : one muse offers the other a hand to help them stand up

bedside: one muse takes care of bedridden other during a flare-up

aid: one muse brings the other their mobility aid when they need it 

wheelchair: one muse pushes the other in their wheelchair (with consent)

chair: one muse brings the other a chair when they’re having trouble standing

panic: one of our muses is having a panic attack and the other tries to calm them down

ground: one of our muses is disassociating and the other hugs them to help ground them