A horse wandered into town. It's an American Paint. Tossing his head and snorting. He wouldn't let anyone close enough to grab his lead nor hop onto the saddle. Instead, pinning his ears and skittering back a few feet to keep his distance. Only to inch closer as if trying to beckon someone to follow. The reason becomes apparent when he heads to the edge of town. His rider had fallen from the saddle and was unconscious.

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He’d been leaning up on the side of the building, watching everyone walk by during the little market that took place on most weekends. It was something their little town enjoyed to get goods out to others. He, as the sheriff, was just there to make sure everything ran smoothly. What he didn’t expect was to see a horse minus a rider make its way into town. He witnessed other ranchers and farmers attempt to wrangle in the horse who seemed to be fighting it pretty hard. The creature didn’t let anyone close and Elias found it better to intervene himself. Though he found as he got closer, the horse backed away as he seemed to be signaling something. So Elias began to follow with some distance behind to make sure the horse wasn’t spooked and what he found at the edge of town was rather unexpected. The sheriff rushed over to the rider’s side, calling on his radio for some assistance to get the unconscious figure some medical attention. 

It didn’t take too long for the local ambulance to get to their location, using the outer roads so as not to drive trough the market and the people all there. Elias helped them into the vehicle before looking over at the horse, unsure what to do with it. But he signaled for the ambulance to go ahead, he would meet them there once he handled the horse. Slowly he approached the creature, hands up to show he wasn’t going to try and trickery with him. 

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The words felt… Comforting, he thought as he glanced from the fire at the great lion. To know that even if he failed what he’d set out to do, he’d not be alone or abandoned. Or so he hoped. He knew now that he never *had* been alone, even with all the things he’d done, good and bad. The far worst was to push that boy out the window at Winterfell and yet, the lion was still at his side.

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"Leave 'em alone. Ya' wanna get written up an' lose your badge while you're at it? Back off. He's been through enough."

Detective Romanis practically growled it out. Standing slightly in front of Markus and gently nudging him behind himself. He can't stand bullies. And this kid reminds him too much of his own brother.

"ya' alright there?"

No, he really wasn’t. 

“Yea.” He said instead, his face aching through to his teeth. Markus really wished he could scrub his eyes and wake from the nightmare of this day, but it hadn’t worked thus far. Instead he turned mismatched eyes up to the man (taller than him) in front of him. He was another cop, if the badge at his belt was any indication, but-...

“You’re a detective.” Markus said. He might have been wrong but-... A sigh worked itself from his split lips. He backed up, to sit back, on the hospital bed. He twisted his hands and then shifted to sit on them, “Are you here to question me?” He asked, “I already told the other-....” His gaze moved to where the man had left, apparently dissuaded. 

“He wouldn’t believe me.” And there’d been a distinct moment where Markus had thought the officer would hit him, to make the point more clear. He swallowed a wince, and looked at Detective Romanis. Markus was fourteen, and adept, at collecting himself in front of adults who looked at him like he was less human and more problem, but there was only so much, he could keep from his eyes with his head throbbing. 

@acromanlion​ asked: ❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life.Atlas gives Phoibe the Crown during the raid. He's not certain how to tell her and Alexios that she's essentially immortal for as long as the Lion lives. ( @acromanlion )

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(tw for attempted murder of a child)

Phoibe had thought that she was safe, that her hiding place was sound. It was important that she watch them for Alexios and see what these strange soldiers are up to. She wanted to be helpful. She only saw four of them, and did not realise there was one missing until she a hand grabbed her by the hair from behind. Immediately Phoibe began to wriggle and squirm and try to kick back or bite but couldn’t.

When he threw her against the column of the Odeon, her head struck the stone and immediately her vision blurred. Their snapped words went ignored as she tried to rise. It caught her completely off guard when a searing pain flared in her chest. She screamed out in pain until another stab came and the pain made it so hard even to breathe.

Where was Alexios? Atlas?

For the first time in a while she felt entirely alone and scared.

Until a furious roar echoed. One she recognised. Her eyes closed and she tried not to think about how the hand pressed to her chest felt so warm and sticky. Her breaths came as wheezes and coughs but were silenced by deafening shouts and screams of her attackers. The dizziness continued and made her feel increasingly more tired. Phoibe’s eyes drooped shut. She felt she could go to sleep so easily right now.

"Less whining more mopping. You said you want to learn how to fight, I'll teach you, but if you keep whining, I'll hand you your own butt."

Élise was ALONE, which happened almost all the time since her father had died and since Arno had joined the Assassins. Even the Templars didn’t seem to care much about her, but she was quite determinate to find who had killed her father, and to make sure he was AVENGED. She was drinking some wine in town, trying to listen to some informations, when someone came in her direction. She raised a CURIOUS eyebrow.

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1989

Aphrodite owed him. She owed him so much. Not that Pan was complaining too much about getting to venture into one of humanity’s favourite dens of sin - because those were some of his favourite places too, when he found himself able to spend time around humans. No, he was perfectly happy stepping into what promised to be a men’s strip club on a cross-dressing night. It was more the principle of it - going to a place of pleasure for business. One of her servants worked here and Pan was apparently the messenger.

Why someone else couldn’t do it, he didn’t know. But here he was.

Swapping out his usual hat for a small fedora and his usual work boots for calf-high leather, Pan felt like he blended in fairly well to the crowd. It didn’t take long to find the servant and pass the message along, flashing the gold in his eyes for the other to release the gravitas of the situation. Then, the business was done, and well...why not a little pleasure on the end of it? Of all the pantheon, Aphrodite would understand.

He got himself a drink and settled against the counter, scanning the crowd of men - some more boys than men - wandering the room. Some beautiful faces were in here, and Pan smiled at more than a few, charming as he could always be. His eyes lingered on a few of the boys, ones that reminded him of his lost loves, and he had a slow drink of the wine in his cup as he made eye contact with one. 

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