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I am currently in the trunk of a car, a really cramped trunk of a car, being driven to who the hell even knows where so that I can find a glowing orb of doom for the other team. But it's better than getting killed, right?

Also, there was blood all over that room I was in the entire time I was there because the last guy - at least I think it was a guy - went crazy and decided to write notes to people and evidently couldn't find a pen to do it instead. The only reason I know this is because I can do this weird... Thing... With my vision now.

This has been a really fucked up week.

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That's... Sweet. Thanks, I guess.

I was mostly jokin', son, but if you really think you need one that bad, then Godspeed.

Hey, it's the thought that counts. And at this point? Any sort of supernatural bullshit that might save me is more than welcome.

Wish I knew someone with some'a that world-hop tech, I'd have 'em go get you outta there.

At this point? I'd rather stick around and murder some Templars. Because really? They're kind of asking for it.

Askin' for murder? Seriously? I could see my way to a beat-down or two, but what've they done t' deserve flat-out murder?

Well I'm kind of an Assassin, I guess. And they were going to kill me before I escaped. It's not like it's my ideal solution or anything. I just figure that I'll probably end up having to kill someone at some point.

"Kind of" an assassin? ... Way I see it, y' either are, or y' aren't. What'ja do, twist somebody's ankle really bad?

No, I mean... I've never killed anyone, but my parents are Assassins, and I grew up in this weird Assassin convent and evidently all of my other relatives are Assassins too. But I never really completed my training, so I'm not really much of an Assassin at all other than by birth.

.... I guess I wasn't aware that kinda thing could run in the family.

Trust me, no one wishes it didn't move through bloodlines more than me. I kind of miss my old job where no one other than the occasional belligerent drunk guy with a really big tab was trying to kill me.

Sounds like you miss that the way I'm likely 'bout to start missin' the post office.

Only slightly differently because bartending is fun and you get to see people with emotions other than boredom and hating the world.

[he raises an eyebrow. it's hard to tell if he's completely unamused or only MOSTLY unamused, but. there you have it.]

Careful, now, you're profiling.

You mean you've seen happy people at the post office? I don't even believe you.

You can believe whatever you wanna believe, son, but I have worked as the Postmaster of Truro, Massachusetts for the past five years and not one single one of us has gone, as the American public has grown so frustratingly fond of saying, "postal".

You sound like you're about to go postal right now.

I'm not angry, I'm just annoyed.

[like someone else on the comm would say? you wouldn't like him when he's angry]

If that's just you annoyed, you angry must be terrifying.

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