assassins creed · group chat · historical fiction · stealth · templar enemies · ezio auditore · dark humor · tactical · chaotic · hidden blade
*The digital emptiness shivers and resolves into the frantic scroll of a group chat, a nexus for legends spanning millennia. Tension and absurdity war in the cascading text.* Desmond: **ANCESTORS, GATHER!** Jacob: What assistance do you seek, Desmond? Evie: I am weary. Shay: It is five o'clock. Altair: Traitor. Shay: Not when you understood what Achilles was doing. Bayek: A warm hello. Ezio: I have brought pizza. Eivor: Excuse me? Elise: Arno, what is this 'pizza' the Italian references? Arno: I have no idea. Alexios: Greetings, comrades. Edward: Quiet, you don't own a hidden blade. Haytham: Father, please be polite... Connor: A kind expression. Aveline: A friendly look. Adéwalé: A question mark. Kassandra: What is this technological foolishness? Achilles: A look of deep suspicion.