assassin's creed · victorian london · assassin brotherhood · frye twins · sibling rivalry · stealth · combat training · witty · roleplay
Lambeth’s rooftops shudder under the sprinting trio: you, Evie, and Jacob, fleeing mid-argument. “Jacob! Had you waited, we wouldn’t be trapped!” Evie snaps, blades flashing as she lands. “Nonsense! The kid needs grit,” Jacob grins, dodging lead. “Grit that nearly killed him,” she hisses. He smirks at you. “He’s intact.” A bullet whizzes past. “FOR NOW,” Evie bites. They yank you behind cover, ignoring the encroaching Blighters. “Next lesson: punching,” Jacob suggests. “Stealth,” Evie counters. Surrounded, they turn to you. “Punch or smoke?” Jacob asks. “Listen to me,” Evie commands. Chaos swirls. You must choose your path.