Raining Cats And Dogs: Chapter Two (Game Spoilers)A FINAL WARNING; THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS. DO NOT READ IF;Raining Cats And Dogs: Chapter Two (Game Spoilers)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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I think I am going to start a couple of viewpoints for Ziio soon.. But anyway, this is the second chapter I am putting up tonight, the other belonging to my Layton story. As it is my 20th birthday today this is a sort of birthday gift.. From me.. On my birthday.. To you lot.. Oh well! I hope you enjoy, more to come soon!
The first thing he was aware of was the dull pain in the back of his head upon which he was currently resting. Before he'd even opened his eyes he recognised a very different kind of pain on his chest. When he attempted to move a sharp pain shot up through his chest and a soft groan escaped his lips. He had spent years training as both as Assassin and a Templar then spent his adult life getting into fights and killing, he was used to feeling pain and getting injuries. But this pain, the one in his chest, felt like none he had felt bef
Unladylike IntentionsRegardless of what other members of staff might have said about his lengthy absences from work as he travelled to solve his various cases, Layton was a good teacher. He wanted, as any teacher should, what was best for his students. It was important that they left his class with both good grades and the ability to handle the sort of situations they'd come across in the real field of archaeology.Unladylike Intentions4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Having said that he didn't tend to teach private lessons much if he could avoid them. But some students just need that extra push. Rosetta being one such student.
Layton frowned as he looked down at her latest test results. Honestly, he really didn't know what was going on with the girl. At the beginning of the year she'd shown promise, but as time went on her grades slipped from bad to worse. Particularly after she'd found out that he would provide private lessons to those who really needed them.
Was it his teaching that was causing her to perform so badly? If that was the case then he wanted t
Just a friend Onesided ReaderXLayton cont.Over the weeks, Hershel would ask you everything to help him win Emmy. Every time your smile would falter, and your heart break a little bit more. Even though you tried to give up on him, to forget him, he would always reappear as the only one for you. Then one day as you were eating breakfast together, Hershel put down his tea and asked you something a bit strange.Just a friend Onesided ReaderXLayton cont.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"[Name], an old friend of mine is celebrating his birthday in a few weeks. They said the more I bring the merrier it will be, so I was wondering if you would like to go with Emmy, Luke, and I?" he paused for a second and then started up again.
"You seemed like you needed a break," He was right, between trying to sort out the forms for your next excavation and trying to forget him, you had become very stressed out recently. But it also might help you meet new people, and forget him. Maybe.
"Sure," you replied putting on another fake smile, "I would love to."
Meredith and Orsino RP 1Meredith tosses a paper on Orsino's desk angrily. "Orsino! What is the meaning of this? How are there two missing mages in the north chambers?" She crosses her arms and glares at Orsino. "Your job is to control these mages with diplomacy by order of Grand Cleric Elthina. If I cannot trust you to do your job, then I will have to take matters into my own hands!"Meredith and Orsino RP 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Orsino raises an eyebrow at Meredith. "Have you even bothered to check if they are still in the Gallows?"
Meredith scoffs, "They were escorted from these walls midday yesterday and if they are here, then why were they not reported back in?"
Orsino shakes his head, "I was not informed. If you suspect they've escaped, why do you come bother me? Aren't there better things for you to be doing, perhaps locating them?"
"I have my Templars searching for them as we speak. I came to you to discuss why you fail to do your duty."
"I haven't failed anything. It is hardly my fault, I was not the one escorting them, but your men were."
Claire de Lune It was a full moon tonight. The college campus was an entirely different world when not so bustling with students and staff. The long grass was rippling green waves to the rhythmic pulsing of the wind in the outdoor portion of the campus, while the darkened hallways loomed on for much longer than they would be by daylight. There was still some light existing here, however, and it was in the music building of the school. There was someone still there, someone still playing a single instrument.Claire de Lune4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And there he sat. The grand piano stood alone on the stage that was so obviously meant for more, its only company being the lone man and his sheet music. There were no stage-lights shining down upon him or the piano, there was only a single red rose on the piano's closed lid. The vivid red petals, as wel
Raining Cats And Dogs: Chapter One (Game Spoilers)A FINAL WARNING; THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS. DO NOT READ IF;Raining Cats And Dogs: Chapter One (Game Spoilers)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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This story will be a few chapters long, I hope, I will be juggling it with my Professor Layton story and two other ideas I have on the go. I hope that there are some people out there who will enjoy this piece but, regardless, I need some Haytham fics so I will be continuing
Snow crunched under each step of his boot, the sound satisfying in the beautiful silence of the frontier. He was used to city life, he thrived in such environments, but it was always nice to take some time out to enjoy the countryside. Since coming to Boston, to the Colonies, he had had very little chance to actually take time out and relax. Recruiting those sympathetic to his cause had taken all of his free time. Although it was the mission with which he had been charged and the entire reason he was even in the country it was nice to have a few hours to just think. So much
Waiting Game (GAME SPOILERS)He was getting too old for this, he was the Grand Master for a reason, the people under him were supposed to do this. But in all honesty he wanted to track down Church himself. Most likely anybody else would just screw up. Benjamin Church was a slimy bastard and had so far escaped his efforts to track him down. But he had received word of Church stealing a shipment intended for Washington and his forces, the shipment had been brought through the old abandoned church he was currently approaching. If the empty carts nearby, broken ones too, were anything to go by this place had long since been abandoned. Even by Church's men. But there was every chance they would return so he would lie in wait for them, an ambush in the waiting.Waiting Game (GAME SPOILERS)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, where to hide. There were regular patrols of redcoats outside, one of which he already had to dodge, so hiding outside of the building was out of the question. It wasn't the best place for an ambush anyway. No, he would have to hide inside the church. Only i
Raining Cats And Dogs: Chapter 3 (Game Spoilers)A FINAL WARNING; THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS. DO NOT READ IF;Raining Cats And Dogs: Chapter 3 (Game Spoilers)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Sorry this took so long, my laptop died! I have a new set up but I should post more often now!
Ziio looked at him incredulously, as if he had just asked her to get up and dance like a monkey whilst singing the British national anthem. He doubted that she knew what either of those were but the comparison still applied. He had only asked for some food and she was staring at him in disbelief. He gave her a small smile and changed tack.
"Ziio, I am truly thankful for you saving my life. I don't know how I am ever going to repay you. Especially as I am relying on you for the next few days I suppose. I am truly grateful."
One of those rare moments passed over the pair, one of those moments where she afforded him the smallest of smiles. He gave her a dazzling smile in return and she busied herself tidying away the items she had used to clean him.
"Are you re
My BoyMy Boy.My Boy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'll just call you that, if you don't mind. I know it's not your real name, but your real name hard to pronounce for me. Impossible, practically. I'm not particularly proud of that. After all, I am your father and it would be fair to call you by your actual name. But it seems few people around you have a feel for the Mohawk tongue, so like them, I will call you by a simpler name.
It's been three days since you left. Three days since you walked away from me in Valley Forge. You threatened to kill me should I follow or stop you and I have not seen you since.
Frankly, I wonder if I should have gone after you. Should have helped you. I should have simply ignored your threats and followed you anyway. Maybe then, you'd see things my way. Maybe you would finally listen to me. Maybe then, you would see reason and finally trust me.
Still, trusting is a hard thing for you to do, isn't it? After all the idealist nonsense that that senile fool Achilles put in
Connor: Uneasy Alliance“One part of me wants to fight and repel all outsiders. The other part of me IS the outsider.”Connor: Uneasy Alliance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The church was empty. Totally. Absolutely. Completely. No trace of supplies. No trace of anything or anyone. The contact that Washington had said was supposed to meet the Assassin here was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps the man had gotten lost or ambushed on his way here. Benjamin Church was a Templar after all, albeit a disgraced one.
Connor sighed scanning the empty windowless and doorless church. The interior had been stripped bare of everything and anything portable long ago. Even the bell from the belfry was gone. Only the floor creaked under his boots. Utilizing Eagle Vision he tried to search for some clues but there was nothing. Not even a speck of dust. The little church was as barren as a beggar’s purse.
He would have to search elsewhere, scan the ground outside. Perhaps the crew that had cleaned out this place had left some clues behind. He turned to go…
A little SnowballfightThe snow was icy and both father and son breathed heavily to hide their shivering. Finally Connor could not stand it anymore.A little Snowballfight2 years ago in Settings More Like This
„We should rest."
„You're such a boy."
„And you're a coldhearted bastard."
Haytham Kenway stopped and turned back to the younger man, who not exactly regretted, but felt bad for his true but not nicely said sentence. Blue stared into brown.
„What did you just say, young man?"
It was a rhetorical question, of course, and the Assassin somehow understood his mother's reasons for leaving the Templar. His father was sometimes ... frightening. But anyway, Connor was cold and he did not want to fight, so he sighed loudly and shrugged, obviously avoiding the glance of the older one.
Suddenly he felt something cold and wet in his face, and before he knew what exactly was going on, more and more snow landed on his shoulders and his clothes soaked through.
He fell to the left and glanced quickly to his father, who, smiling like a wolf, threw another snowball into his direc
If OnlyCaribbean SeaIf Only2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I always wondered what life might have been like had she and I stayed together. How is she by the way?"
Those last two words replayed in Haytham Kenway's mind over and over again as he laid below the deck of the Aquila. The image of the beautiful Ziio trapped in her village and being burned alive began to haunt him. If only he had been there to stop Lee from setting flame to the Mohawk village; then she would still be alive and perhaps things would have turned out differently for him, Ziio, and Connor. Maybe, he would have even stayed with them, and taken up his position as a father. But that could never happen now.
Haytham closed his eyes and envisioned a young Connor playing in the town, while him and Ziio held hands and smiled as they watched their son.
"Damn you, Lee," The Templar muttered under his breath.
When Connor had told Haytham what had become of his love, for the slightest of seconds, a rush of loathing raged through him. He hat
QuarrelJanuary 29th, 1778, Aboard the AquilaQuarrel2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As Haytham woke the details of his dreams slipped away alarmingly fast. As he opened his eyes he remembered little more than flames, the acrid smell of burning, and the haunting words spoken by his son only two days prior.
He didn't know what to think of the news. There was some sorrow of course, but though he had loved Ziio, she had left his life two decades ago. Maybe there was some disappointment, that Charles and the others had ignored his orders, leading to the creation of their greatest enemy today. But what disturbed him the most was simply the expression on his son's face when Connor had said those words. So much frustration and hate distorting those features so like his mothers and Haytham's own.
Haytham sat up, looking around the small room he'd been given for the trip. The Aquila was not a ship designed with comfort in mind, with the "room" being barely large enough for his bed, a ches