museboxingring | KENWAY SHENANIGANS

[Edward was on course for Kingston when he woke to find himself in... New York. Blasted New York, of all places, his crew nowhere to be found. As he roamed the streets, His Majesty's Redcoats seemed to take exception to the man. Maybe it was because of his dress. Maybe it was because he was armed to the teeth with cutlasses and pistols strapped across his chest. Either way, they didn't like the look of him, and were accusing him of being a supporter of rebel militia.

Tempers already seemed a little frayed, and Edward wasn't interested in being shot full of holes, so he holds his hands up in a peaceable gesture, adopting his best feigned English accent:]

Now, gentleman, why don't we talk about this like civilised fellows? I can prove I'm a privateer under the King's employ. If you'll stand down a moment I can show you his seal...

[He has no idea what the situation is in these parts of the colonies, much less that there were rebels of any kind, so his bullshitting is potentially going to make things worse. Help????]

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[Hey, pirate man, it probably was not a good idea to walk around with weapons for any man to see right out in the open. Still though, Connor thought to himself as he walked the streets to get to his destination. He watched the scene unfold and looked at it curiously.

Walk away, or try to make sure a bloody fight didn't ensue with civilians in the way? The latter option seemed better, even if Connor made a side glance at all of his weapons too.

But still, it would be better to ask the man himself than have him be taken in by force.

Still yet, those clothes of his set off a bunch of alarms. Then it hit him.

Those robes...they are of an Assassin. He just could feel that that was the case. He regarded to the Redcoats.]

Excuse me.

[Well, he didn't know this man, so he might as well try to see what stuck anyway. This was a fool hardy idea, even he knew it.]

I think it will be best if you allow for this man to finish, if he truly does serve your King.

[An Assassin! Perfect. And one that seems to have mistaken Edward for his own kind, something he can use to his advantage. Edward might be notorious around the Caribbean, but he'd be unheard of on the eastern seaboard.

The pirate glances at Connor, a sly glint in his eye, then looks back at the soldiers.]

Aye, this fellow has the right of it. Now if you'll just let me get the missive...

[The guards nod their assent and lower their weapons, so Edward reaches into his robes--

And suddenly the area is engulfed in smoke. Edward tugs on Connor's sleeve to get him to follow (sometimes he has a conscience about not screwing over Assassins at his expense) and bolts into a nearby alleyway. The smoke bomb ought to give them enough time to vanish before the soldiers can even figure out which direction they'd run off in.]

[What?! Connor felt the tug at his sleeve. Then well, he had no choice, he had to follow suit.

He truly believed Edward did have what the guards were willing to lower themselves for. The guards had been had, even Connor had been had. Now, the guards were to give chase, calling out, "After those two!". Albiet, thankfully, they moved in the wrong direction. But they wouldn't forget this anytime soon.

Connor was now into this nonsense, and it was all the fault of his dishonest "Brother". He didn't ask for this. When they were a considerable distance, he turned to somewhat snap at this man.]

You lied? Have you lost your senses?

[Edward grins, looking pleased with himself once he's sure they've shook off their pursuers. Why do Assassins always have to take these things so seriously?]

I'd call it more a useful half truth. I was in the King's navy, at least until a few years ago. Then he decided he had no use for us lot, and freed us from service.

[Because this was completely serious; now that Connor just had to butt in this man's affairs because he seemed to be having some trouble, he's in just as much. Connor didn't give Edward any sort of look just yet, and simply stared at him. He gave a hard stare though, very hard.

What kind of Assassin was this guy anyway?

He decided to drop the issue regarding the chase, as no one was actually chasing them anymore. Yet. He had more urgent matters to discuss.]

So...you were abandoned by the British? Is that why you came to the colonies?

[Color Connor confused and being sent dozens of mixed signals here.]

[The grin slides off Edward's face as he's reminded of his predicament. How can he explain this...?]

I came to another part of the colonies to seek my fortune -- the West Indies. Truth be told, I don't rightly know how I landed myself all the way up here.

[Then he brightens again, offering Connor another smile. Maybe he can win this one over with a charm offensive. (Conveniently going to ignore that he already seems annoyed.)] Lucky for me you came along and saved my skin, eh?

So you were looking for riches, then.

[That wasn't a question and he intended for that to not be a question. An opinion was sinking further into the dirt, but he held on to the shred of hope that it wasn't as bad as one COULD expect. So he went elsewhere. Ignoring the how and why, because really, it didn't matter yet.]

Truly, your fortune, not for the Assassins?

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Oh, I help the Assassins from time to time if there's profit to be had in it. A man's got to get on in this world and line his pockets somehow, hasn't he?

[He looks astoundingly cheerful and not at all ashamed to admit that. Judge him all you want, he doesn't care.

...Okay, and part of him is guilty that he helped lead to the decline of the Caribbean Assassins, and he wants to repay that debt. But his reputation is already low enough with the Assassins without this one finding out about it too, so he doesn't mention it.]

I don't know if you have any Templar troubles up here, but I can help you out too, if you can make it worth my time.

[Oh, he was silently judging. Connor crossed his arm and bore his eyes on the "Assassin". His actions were not noble, obviously.

A part of him was nagging at his brain, probably seventy-five percent of him. The brain told him to send this man away, and Connor almost did. He kind of wanted to.

He had listened to worse and more selfish types, however. He did it with a straight face. As long as it helped the outcome of the goal, he guessed. One mental sigh later, words left him.]

Templar control has overrun the colonies, I intend to relieve the people of that. What is it you wish to have?

Gold is my object, lad. Give me at least enough to live comfortably while I help take care of your Templar problem, then enough to barter passage back down to the West Indies. Seems fair, doesn't it?

[Sounds more like extortion, but that's basically Edward's idea of fairness anyway. As if Connor has already agreed to the terms of the agreement, Edward holds out a hand to shake.]

Until then, I'm Captain Kenway, at your disposal.

[Kenway. Kenway.

A man who worked with the Assassins on a ship, looking for his own riches, with the last name of Kenway?

Connor stared at the hand for a moment, his mind delving into thoughts he was sure that could make him sound insane. This couldn't be that Kenway, he died decades ago. Edward Kenway, his grandfather. Wearing the robes of an Assassin, too.

It was too convenient but too crazy. There was no way Connor was going to suggest anything until he knew more. He couldn't wrap his head around it, and he really didn't want to sound mad.

Not wanting to seem too reluctant, he shook Edward's hand.]

Connor.

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