The feast within Caer Scima is bountiful, the imps making mischief and laughter abundant with the new arrivals. There is food and drink, welcoming tones and jovial answers to questions being given. One would think that being within this festivity means that all people would be active participants.
There is one, however, who isn't exactly partaking in the welcoming, yet not shunning it. Arno is among the crowds, yet not engaging them. He blends in and out, seen one moment, then gone the next, like breathing in fresh air and breathing out. Some people he passes by without a word, others it's a small touch to the shoulder, a quiet pardon, monsieur/mademoiselle, and he's gone again like a ghost.
The whole point of this is to gather information- as much as Arno wants to angrily demand he be returned home, he's noticing through observation that that is proving to be something more difficult than it looks.
B. The Station
..........if there were any words to describe how dumbfounded the Frenchman currently is, they fall incredibly short where they are. He's never seen anything like this- not even the richest of the nobles had technology like what he's seeing, and half of the things he notices he doesn't even know what they are.
Of course, with what he's wearing, he's not exactly looking like he belongs, either. His mouth opens, goes to say something, then promptly shuts it self again before letting out a slight sigh.]
Right, then. Definitely not Paris.
[C. Network
So he's finally figured out how this locket thing works and well. He's full of questions. Really, being from the French Revolution means he's far behind in a lot of times.]
If any of you could spare a moment, indulge me. What time do you fare from?
Arno Dorian // Assassin's Creed Unity // Unseelie // no spoilers
The feast within Caer Scima is bountiful, the imps making mischief and laughter abundant with the new arrivals. There is food and drink, welcoming tones and jovial answers to questions being given. One would think that being within this festivity means that all people would be active participants.
There is one, however, who isn't exactly partaking in the welcoming, yet not shunning it. Arno is among the crowds, yet not engaging them. He blends in and out, seen one moment, then gone the next, like breathing in fresh air and breathing out. Some people he passes by without a word, others it's a small touch to the shoulder, a quiet pardon, monsieur/mademoiselle, and he's gone again like a ghost.
The whole point of this is to gather information- as much as Arno wants to angrily demand he be returned home, he's noticing through observation that that is proving to be something more difficult than it looks.
B. The Station
..........if there were any words to describe how dumbfounded the Frenchman currently is, they fall incredibly short where they are. He's never seen anything like this- not even the richest of the nobles had technology like what he's seeing, and half of the things he notices he doesn't even know what they are.
Of course, with what he's wearing, he's not exactly looking like he belongs, either. His mouth opens, goes to say something, then promptly shuts it self again before letting out a slight sigh.]
Right, then. Definitely not Paris.
[C. Network
So he's finally figured out how this locket thing works and well. He's full of questions. Really, being from the French Revolution means he's far behind in a lot of times.]
If any of you could spare a moment, indulge me. What time do you fare from?