tis the day for canon updating

[sharpasafawkes]

[Today shaun's got a glass tube filled with water and he's testing it. A small glowing rock is also nearby in a dish. This can only lead to good things]

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[maleborgia]

Shaun? Are you here?

[sharpasafawkes]

...Yeah, I'm here. Actually let's head out, I need to do something away from this place.

[maleborgia]

All right. *and turning around, going back out the way he came, waiting for Shaun to join him outside*

[sharpasafawkes]

[He's. rather tense and far too quiet as he walks, a mess of emotions warring on his face]

[maleborgia]

So... What happened?

[sharpasafawkes]

[PUNCHING A GODAMN SON OF A BITCH SCARECROW]

BLOODY SODDING BASTARDS!

We couldn't get one little thing in our favor could we, could we? No It's all got to come crumbling down and leave everything in ruins, and then William's got to swoop in like some sort of heartless vulture and cart him off like a piece of meat to go rot! What's the bloody point of us fighting the damn Templars if we end up treating our lot like they do? They're dead, or might as well be and for what? Some little trinket that we don't even know how to use?! What's the point of all of that, eh? We've mucked around and tore apart some poor bastard because of a tiny sliver of a chance that we might be able to fix anything. Abstergo started the job of killing him, but we bloody well finished it, didn't we!

[maleborgia]

*standing back, letting him beat up that scarecrow*

You heard something? How?

[sharpasafawkes]

[pulling away after a moment]

Not heard, I saw it, I got more of that water on me and well... seems I stopped a little too short on the memories, this just caught me up. Lucy's dead or rather close to it, and Desmond's gone into a coma, what's worse they're letting it get worse because that's the only way to figure out how the apple works.

You know how you called me a murderer back in the confessional? Well you were right, and I was too blind to try and stop it.

[maleborgia]

How on earth could you have stopped it?

[sharpasafawkes]

I could have told him to slow down, or not let the others try to smooth it over or- god I don't know, something.

[maleborgia]

If he had slowed down would you have found the apple?

[sharpasafawkes]

It would've been a bit slower, but yes.

[maleborgia]

Did you have the time?

[sharpasafawkes]

We might, we might not've, I don't know.

[maleborgia]

That's quite a risk to take. I was under the impression that speed was vital to your undertaking.

[sharpasafawkes]

It is.

[maleborgia]

*waits for a moment to see if Shaun is going to say anything else*

I am sorry, however. I like Desmond. He seems like a good man, and a very capable one at that. It is a shame that such a thing was forced to happen to him, although I do not see any way around it.

[sharpasafawkes]

[Not looking at him, or even facing him really, just clenching one fist]

I know, I just wish William hadn't used us like that. He didn't seem to care that Desmond was only going to get worse, and we lost Lucy.

[and that arm goes limp]

...I know that for awhile it was just me and Rebecca, But I didn't want to go back to that, they're my team.

[maleborgia]

*hand on his arm*

You have been given this knowledge. Perhaps there is a way to fix things.

[sharpasafawkes]

I hope so, I'm not sure how since it all happened when he touched the apple.

[maleborgia]

...

I wonder how set in stone that is. When you return... will you return to before or after that moment? Is this a decided fact or the most likely outcome?

[sharpasafawkes]

I have no idea, but I'm going to try and go back before that. In fact since I already know the information we need, I'm going to go back further before Desmond starts being so bad off.

[maleborgia]

Good. Do that. Write everything you need down, in as permanent and clear a manner as you can. Tell others if you need to.

[sharpasafawkes]

I will, I just don't want to...

Cesare, I don't even know what happened, one moment I was talking to Rebecca, and the next Desmond and Lucy were on the ground and she was bleeding.

[maleborgia]

Tell me everything you saw.