I've known quite a few men who act quite like she does, and one of them is dead by my blade. [Good riddance, Commodore Whatsisname.] Aye, I believe you.
Well, let's hope that if we do get a Templar swanning about the city, [almost a guarantee considering this woman] they're not the sort for Grandmaster. Besides, between you and me we can likely take care of them easily.
Anyway. I wanted to warn you, and to ask if you could look out for those on the Jackdaw, should something happen to me.
I've met several who come close, but this is almost terrifying on a whole new level.
[A snort.] I'd believe that were I couple years younger. The Grandmasters are ones that are far more careful and slippery compared to the Templar who like to put themselves into public view. But yes, if one shows themselves, we'll take care of them.
[Though that request gets a pause, and it's almost too easy to imagine Arno tilting his head in the sense of "don't you fucking joke with me right now, shut up."]
Kenway, correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought I just heard you say "look out for those on the Jackdaw should something happen to me."
[SIR, DO NOT USE THAT TERMINOLOGY WITH HIM, HE HAS LOST TOO MANY PEOPLE ALREADY.]
Oh, I know. Hard to hide these days when every fool’s got a camera in their hand.
[There’s a beat, during which Edward thinks about Torres and the Templars.]
…are you sure about that? Torres was as easily fooled as the rest of his Order by a dead man’s costume.
[Maybe best not to ask how Edward acquired that dead man’s costume.]
You did. She threatened one of mine. If she moves to act on that threat, I won’t let her leave the city alive. [A breath.] I don’t expect there to be a fight, but if it comes to one, I might not walk away from it. But I’ll make sure she goes down with me.
I'm sure if they managed to survive until now, they learned how to hide just as well as we do.
[A beat, and Arno scoffs.] You've never met a man by the name of Germaine, and all I can say is you should be thankful for it. [Germaine is like a cockroach, and even worse, he's incredibly smart as well.] He would make everything in this city so much worse, all while looking like a completely normal person.
[But at the explanation... well. There's a sigh at this, and Arno understands. He nods, even if he fucking hates agreeing to it.]
Focus on her and coming back alive. If you've done all you've told me about, this shouldn't be difficult, provided you plan accordingly.
[Not too dissimilar to Roberts, then, Edward thinks. He’d taken to piracy well, so well that Edward had heard Black Bart Roberts’ name on the lips of many British soldiers back in Kingston. So well that he’s in that damned pack of lies some fellow calling himself Charles Johnson wrote. But Edward’s known the man personally, known his cruelties as far, far in excess of even the most brutal men Edward knew.]
I knew someone a bit like that. He looked like any other half-starved sailor, when we first met, but he told me once—he saw all men as sheep, and himself as a wolf, who deserved every ounce of blood his claws would draw from them. A man like that in the Templars, a man who could smile and smile and with it cover a heart as black as pitch…
[He lets his sentence trail off. Arno knows better than anyone else how that turns out, it’s clear.]
Well. If ever he shows up here, we’ll take him on before he manages to gather enough power in the city. The Templars need a foothold first before they can start making everything worse, and between the two of us, I think we can keep them too unsteady for that.
[Spoken like an Assassin, though he isn’t one himself. But Ah Tabai had given him back his robes and his blades, instead of taking both with him—that must mean something. And Mary…
I’ll be with you.]
I’ve a plan, aye. Fear not, I’ll do my best not to die to some tart such as her. Still, I’ve sailed for long enough to know that no one can plan for everything that happens in a fight, so if this doesn’t go well—look out for them. Dan Heng and Mikleo in particular.
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Well, let's hope that if we do get a Templar swanning about the city, [almost a guarantee considering this woman] they're not the sort for Grandmaster. Besides, between you and me we can likely take care of them easily.
Anyway. I wanted to warn you, and to ask if you could look out for those on the Jackdaw, should something happen to me.
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[A snort.] I'd believe that were I couple years younger. The Grandmasters are ones that are far more careful and slippery compared to the Templar who like to put themselves into public view. But yes, if one shows themselves, we'll take care of them.
[Though that request gets a pause, and it's almost too easy to imagine Arno tilting his head in the sense of "don't you fucking joke with me right now, shut up."]
Kenway, correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought I just heard you say "look out for those on the Jackdaw should something happen to me."
[SIR, DO NOT USE THAT TERMINOLOGY WITH HIM, HE HAS LOST TOO MANY PEOPLE ALREADY.]
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[There’s a beat, during which Edward thinks about Torres and the Templars.]
…are you sure about that? Torres was as easily fooled as the rest of his Order by a dead man’s costume.
[Maybe best not to ask how Edward acquired that dead man’s costume.]
You did. She threatened one of mine. If she moves to act on that threat, I won’t let her leave the city alive. [A breath.] I don’t expect there to be a fight, but if it comes to one, I might not walk away from it. But I’ll make sure she goes down with me.
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[A beat, and Arno scoffs.] You've never met a man by the name of Germaine, and all I can say is you should be thankful for it. [Germaine is like a cockroach, and even worse, he's incredibly smart as well.] He would make everything in this city so much worse, all while looking like a completely normal person.
[But at the explanation... well. There's a sigh at this, and Arno understands. He nods, even if he fucking hates agreeing to it.]
Focus on her and coming back alive. If you've done all you've told me about, this shouldn't be difficult, provided you plan accordingly.
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I knew someone a bit like that. He looked like any other half-starved sailor, when we first met, but he told me once—he saw all men as sheep, and himself as a wolf, who deserved every ounce of blood his claws would draw from them. A man like that in the Templars, a man who could smile and smile and with it cover a heart as black as pitch…
[He lets his sentence trail off. Arno knows better than anyone else how that turns out, it’s clear.]
Well. If ever he shows up here, we’ll take him on before he manages to gather enough power in the city. The Templars need a foothold first before they can start making everything worse, and between the two of us, I think we can keep them too unsteady for that.
[Spoken like an Assassin, though he isn’t one himself. But Ah Tabai had given him back his robes and his blades, instead of taking both with him—that must mean something. And Mary…
I’ll be with you.]
I’ve a plan, aye. Fear not, I’ll do my best not to die to some tart such as her. Still, I’ve sailed for long enough to know that no one can plan for everything that happens in a fight, so if this doesn’t go well—look out for them. Dan Heng and Mikleo in particular.