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❝Tʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ғᴇᴀʀs I ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜʀᴇ; ᴅᴀʏ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏ﹐ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʙʏ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ.❞ Meмвer oғ тнe Aѕѕαѕѕιɴ Broтнerнood.

[Ｍｅｒｃｅｒ． @EnsiumLux]

❝Tʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴜɴɢ.❞

✗ Experienced | Descriptive.

✗ OC | 1920's.

✗ Assassin's Creed.

— #RT?

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@CoccineumAzrael — an enemy.

When Mercer was to wake up, no body knew. It has been a /long/ night.

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@CoccineumAzrael — wouldn't alert him to her lingering presence, as his mind was trained to the point of distinguishing between an ally or —

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@CoccineumAzrael — only one in the vicinity, the arising sun had managed to awake Azrael; unknowingly to Mercer. Even so, his senses —

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@CoccineumAzrael — the Assassin's frame remained motionless beneath that of the blankets that caressed his body. But, as he was not the —

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@CoccineumAzrael — in through the curtained windows of the complex. But, Mercer was not awoken by such. Even as the light peered through, —

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@CoccineumAzrael — looming sky began to shimmer with that of red and orange hues, the sun peeking over the horizon, as the sunlight seeped —

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@CoccineumAzrael — still poised, scouring for that of any hints of intrusion; though, it was unlikely.
As the hours lingered on, the —

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@CoccineumAzrael — motionless upon the given resting area. Even though sleep had possessed that of the Assassin's mind, his senses were —

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@CoccineumAzrael As the minutes ticked into hours, the caressing shadows engulfing the entirety of the complex, the male's frame laid —

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@CoeurTenace — giving off that bad aura?

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@CoeurTenace — exploitation, Mercer remained in his position, his gaze scrutinizing the enveloped environment of the tavern.

What was —

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@CoeurTenace — of the public; in the shadows. His instincts were consuming that of his mind and body. . Something was off. With risk of —

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@CoeurTenace — place, Mercer was about to make the first altercation. . But, something kept him in his seat, kept him hidden from the eye —

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@CoeurTenace — the tavern, taking swings of that of a alcoholic beverage; with limitations of course.

With the meeting falling into —

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@CoeurTenace — of the contributor. It only took mere moments till the Assassin caught sight of the older male. . He was positioned across —

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@CoeurTenace — his tavern table, his cerulean oculars surveyed the lingering crowds for that of distinct features that matched with that —

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@CoeurTenace — crossed his mind at this moment; it was that of an underlying threat.

With digits tapping away at the wooden tabletop of —

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@CoeurTenace — the contributor and retrieve the packages that he was to bestow upon him. . The presence of Templars was not something that —

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@CoeurTenace — was to go wary, it could lead to injury or even death for the man, perhaps even Mercer. Even so, his task was clear. . Meet —

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@CoeurTenace — tavern, his frame shaped by that of a silhouette lingering in the shadows. His gaze was watchful. . Observant. If anything —