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As its Desmonds Birthday, I'm going to upload an old fic with him in it, and also a varient if my OC, Red Jordan-Ryan

This one was an AU set in a universe where Desmond was Mechanic, Red is not a time traveler and never left home or changed her name, her cousin is a twin, and oh yah its set in the xman verse, and Desmond has Charles power, Red is Reven, and Aiden is Magneto, at least powerwise if not personality.

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Burn like the sun

Sometimes Desmond likes to play hero. Mostly he uses his talent to avoid, to hide. He knows when someone sees him, and exactly what they think about him. He works at an auto body shop in Chicago. Mostly they internally bitch at him over prices.

He's on vacation. Exploring Quebec , and struggling with the pronunciation even if he can find the words he needs in their minds.

He steps into the connivance store to prevent a robbery, to talk a situation down.

He didn't expect anything to come of it.

Carnelian is like him. Her talent is changing. She is the shift.

She shifts forms as easily as breathing.

Unshifted, she is pale blue, with eyes like silver and hair like gold.

He finds himself helping her. She's a child, and for all her cousin loves her, she doesn't know how to help her fit in.

Desmond does. They sit at the window and people watch , and he tells her about them. Tells her about trends and fashion and how other people blend in.

Before he goes, she decides her main shift. It consists of vibrantly blonde hair, dark blue eyes, tan skin, and it has a scar on her lip.

He's a bit confused that out of any detail that she would use from him, she chose that, but she is notoriously stubborn.

He gives her his email, and they exchange letters regularly.

Until he disappears.

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Carnelians main male alter ego, contains traits from her cousins and from Desmond.

If anyone were to ask, she's not sure whether she would claim to be their cousin or their kid.

She has his coloring, with her features.

She's never told them about this male alter.

She never tells them about a lot of things she gets up to.

For all that she will practice Javelin with Monique, and critique Derek's buildings, and religiously email Desmond, but she has her own hobbies too.

Probably not ones they would approve of, particularly hacking.

She's learning. She has a talent for computers, and its fascinating stuff.

Her contacts build up, lawful and lawless. She calls this Alias "Ghost", because none of her contacts ever see the same face or persona.

Maybe it will get her killed someday.

She likes to think she is more careful then that.

She has IDs set up if they need to disappear. She's worried about Desmond, he's being followed. They've never talked about it, but sometimes Monique will insist on being with him, and Derek will "insist" Desmond stay another night, because tonight would be "terrible for driving" .

She's not stupid.

She doesn't know what "They" want with Desmond, but she does know she is in the best position to do something when "They" come.

She can be anyone, after all.

She will be anyone, to help Desmond get away. She owes him, after he helped teach her to blend enough to be around people.

He's sort of family at this point, and there isn't a lot she wouldn't do for family.

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It's one of Carnelian's contacts in Chicago that tells them Desmond has disappeared.

Derek and Monique are going to have to have a chat with Carnelian, about just what she gets up to in her spare time, because contacts..? When did she get contacts. What Does she need with all these connections, and fake IDs.

Just because she can shift, doesn't mean she needs to use it for this. What is she planning?

But first, Desmond. Where did he disappear to?

Carnelian already had people on that.

Aiden Pearce was a fixer, who Carnelian had never met, but heard was talented and willing to work, but also extremely antisocial. He also occasionally fancied himself a hero, and Carnelian was hoping this trait would work in their favor when she agreed to meet him in person to exchange information. Or maybe Brenks would be useful at least. He was good when paid

Derek was going to meet these fixers with her. It was going to be expensive, but there was no way they were going to let their friend be kidnaped. Particularly not a mutant. Not in this kind of environment. Would anyone else even look if they knew?

"I can be intimidating enough, Derek," Carnelian complained again. She shifted into a tall muscled man. "I can be anyone and everyone. I could probably be Aiden, and get the information myself, provided I do a job. I hear he gets a lot of leeway to be rude, because they are aware he's talented, and hope for him to owe them one."

"You're not doing that, Carnelian."

"But-"

"For the last time, I'm coming with you. You can be a scary looking man if you want, but I'm still coming."

She went and sat in the driver's seat, and shifted into a man.

"You're not driving. You're too young to drive. "

" I have a license."

"What lunatic gave you a license?!"

"Hey! This one is legit. I went to school for it."

"This one is legit?" How many forged licenses does she have!

"Just get in the car."

Derek got in the car, for lack of any better options. He could spend the ride asking her what other highly illegal activities she has been up to.

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Damien had to admit, It was strange to be involved in a missing persons case. Normally, they went through proper channels for these, but Ghost was known for paying well for quality work. And Aiden had insisted on meeting him. Which was unusual.

There were several mismatched descriptions of his appearance, and while ghost was known as a decent hacker, his disguise abilities were why he was hired, when he took Jobs anyways.

So what did he want with Desmond Miles?

Desmond's Id was fake. Oh, he had no doubt that the guy's name was real, but a bit of digging revealed a lot of holes in it. For Ghost to reach out to so many people about his disappearance, had to mean something important.

He had asked for a face to face meeting to talk. Face to face encounters could be very informative. People were easier to read these days, and he wanted to see Ghosts disguise skills in action. He might be someone worth working with in the future if this went well.

He frowned at his coffee. It was running low, and Aiden still wasn't here. What the hell was he even doing?

He got up to get more coffee. Aiden could pay for his own damn coffee when he was this late.

When he got back to his table, Aiden was there with two unknown men.

One was a tall skinny blond , where the other was short, muscular , and darker than his companion. They both wore jeans and cool gray hoodies.

Aiden was frowning at the taller one. Aiden is fingering a metal memory stick, and the last thing Damien wants is for a fight to break out between them in a public cafe. So many witnesses.

The shorter male turns around, and fingers an envelope, before tucking it back into his sweater.

"You must be Damien."

"And you are."

"I am Ghost. And this is Interceptor."

'Interceptor' shot him a dark look. Apparently they had failed to talk this over before arriving.

"Now ,what happened to Desmond Miles."

Ghost was unexpectedly blunt. This was not how he was used to information drops going.

Aiden, however, laughed. He waved a memory stick at Ghost. Ghost in turn waved $500 at him. Interceptor offered a laptop, and Aiden inserted the memory stick, and snagged the bills.

Ghost and Interceptor watched the footage they had gotten of Desmond's kidnapping.

"What do you know of Abstergo?"

Ghost asked.

"Officially they are electronics and entertainment. Gary once told me that he once was writing a book on the CIA, and mentioned that Abstergo has interests in every large company across the planet."

"Can I talk to Gary?"

"Gary died in 2004, and all his notes disappeared ."

"That seems suspicious."

"It does, doesn't it."

"So, officially Desmond was kidnaped by the TV company."

"Perhaps they needed a cheap mechanic."

"Haha. Very Funny." Ghost told him Deadpan.

"Why is Desmond so important to you anyways? He's a mechanic, and beyond his fake Id, he doesn't seem to be particularly interesting"

"He's... Talented alright."

"Ah"

"And almost family. So, where do you think he has been taken?"

Aiden stared hard at Ghost.

"Pay up the rest. "

"Yah, yah."

He handed over the envelope , and Aiden checked it, before handing over half to Daimon.

"Kent, Ohio. I have a map of the route they took on this stick."

Ghost took the memory stick.

"Thank you."

Interceptor packed up the laptop.

Aiden caught Ghost before he left the booth." I assume you are going for a plan with infiltration, first, but would you say no to backup?"

Ghost smiled. "At what price."

"Warren Vidics . I'll get you a password, if you can get his card, and a good disguise."

Ghost gave him a thumbs up. "Hell yeah. You've had us covered, right?"

"Just who do you think you are talking to?" Aiden asked, mock offended.

"Where shall we meet up later?"

"Remember that Coffee shop in Fort Wayne."

"Sounds like a good place to switch cars."

"See you there then."

Ghost and Interceptor left, and Damien stole Aidens hat to get his attention. While Aiden glared at him, Damien asked his question.

"What the Hell is going on?"

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Aiden Pearce had a way with metal.

It wasn't something he went out of his way to show off. Mutants were not looked on favorably , to say the least.

It had interesting uses in his line of work. His shots were more accurate, he wasn't in the habit of getting hit by bullets, it did some interesting things to cars, and it made locks impossible or open without his say-so.

He didn't use his "Talent" more creatively, unless he was off camera.

That's when he met Carnelian.

He had frozen his pursuers in place by dropping their pants by the Zipper, stolen their guns and shot them with them, when he heard a voice comment on it.

"Hey that was pretty cool? Are you some kind of telekinetic?"

He had turned his gun on the man, and he had been pretty sure he was alone, and was not about to have the secret blown now.

"Woah buddy! I'm not bulletproof! watch where you point that thing. "

He hadn't been amused."

"I am the last person in the world who would talk about something like that."

The man had insisted.

The man was now a woman.

"I think we can work something out", she insisted, before she became his doppelgänger.

"This ought to be suitably confusing, right." She had insisted, in his voice.

Well, he had no intention of shooting him after that.

Once he was back in the safe house , he turned to the unknown, whose zipper was not real, or so his metal "sense" told him.

"So, let's work something out." He told the man.``

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Desmond was working on the Abstergo scenario. He knew Lucy had orders to eventually get him out after he gave them what they wanted, though he was not sure where her loyalties lay. He was also aware Viddic wasn't kidding with his coma threats. He was working with them, hoping to get out of this situation with everyone intact, and disappear again.

He was dubious of his ability to last that long. It was bad enough hearing everyone's thoughts in the present. All the time in the Animus has given him access to the thoughts of people in the past. What's more , his ancestors " talent" was showing up in the present. Sometimes his eyes would glow gold, and show him secrets. Sometimes he thought he heard the Animus talking to him.

Sometimes in his waking moments, he was Altaïr.

Some days, he thought he heard Carnelian asking him to get Viddic's Wallet for her. She told him she had a plan to get him out of there. She kept asking him to log into a Runescape account she had set up, and go onto a chat with her.

But Carnelian was supposed to be in Quebec.

And her voice in his head kept telling him how to Log into Vidic's computer.

Something had to give.

So, after a particularly long session, when he was supposed to be asleep, he went to the computer, and Logged in

"Des, what the Hell Kept you?" RockinRed4012778 demanded.

No really Dude, I've been calling out to you for days, and you weren't doing anything about it. I've been in the chat for days, you should be able to hear me.

Did whatever they've had you doing ,scramble your brains completely?

"Your in" he types

-"Yes" she thinks. "Send me a face so I know you comprehend me."

: (

"Good"

-"She thinks.

-"Not tomorrow, but the day after, Viddic and Lucy have a meeting, at seven PM. I'm going to get someone to delay Lucy long enough that I can come in as her, get you, and Go. "

: )

"Do you think you can get me Viddic's bank cards?

"Why" he typed

"I promised someone a favor for this."

It probably won't be hard to get that with his pick pocketing skills, if Viddic has it on him.

"If he has it." He types

"He will," she assures him.

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She keeps expecting something to go wrong. For someone to demand to know what she's doing.

Nothing happens.

She gets Desmond, he holds up the cards, and off they go.

It's bizarre.

Not even her bank Robbery, where she takes the bank card Desmond got her, goes to the bank as Viddic, and withdraws everything with the password Aiden got her, goes off without a hitch.

She gives Aiden most of the money, and they Drive off to meet Monique at Hell, Michigan.

She supposes This is Monique's expressing displeasure at staying behind for this adventure.

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"Remember How you wanted to live in New Brunswick, once"

Derek looks over at his little cousin in confusion.

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"I think you guys should go there. You have the money, after all."

"What are you getting at?"

"I'm thinking you should marry Desmond, have him take our last name, and more importantly Canadian citizenship, and have him add our new fortunes to your accounts, under his temporary false name. Because the two of you are afraid aunt Eleanor and Uncle David won't be understanding of your Sexuality, the two of you eloped and went to New Brunswick."

"I'm not Gay, Kiddo."

"I know. You don't have a type.

"Why did you even suggest this then," Derek asks, looking back at the sleeping Desmond drooling on the window.

"He's family. I want the world to know it. I want him to be a cousin. "

"He already is family."

" I know. It just seemed to be a pretty good idea. No one could question it that way."

"They always will kiddo. Why didn't you suggest Monique. She actually likes Men."

"And have her give up Javelin, to go into hiding?"

"Do you think even that would get in the way of her Javelin training? Or throwing sports in general."

"Might make it hard for her to be the world champion."

"We will figure something out kiddo."

We spent the rest of the drive talking about plans."

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When Monique saw Derek and Desmond walk into screams Ice cream, she gave them each a bear hug .

"I still don't understand Why you didn't take me?"

"It was a stealth mission, Monique"

"I can be stealthy. "

"Sure you can."

"I brought the stuff. "

"We've switched cars a few times. Let's drive this one somewhere else to drop it , and then stick to your car. How does living in Ontario sound Desmond Ryan?"

"Ryan"

"You're going to be a cousin. We will work out the legalities."

"How does Sudbury sound?"

"I can be a mechanic in Sudbury. Just so long as it doesn't require me to fake an accent. "

"Keep your nose clean."

"Carnelian, we have a lot to talk about, in that department, regarding your hobbies."

"Yes I have some useful hobbies, don't I."

"Kid. Quit while you're ahead."

Desmond Advised.

"You have some explaining to do."

Monique insisted.

"First off , I'd like to ask why you never outright let me be involved in the plans about "the people who follow Desmond."

"Nope, we asked first. Start talking Kiddo."

"Zut"

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#writing #red jordan ryan #desmond miles #assassins creed #aiden pearce #damien brenks #original character #mt ryan #monique ryan #derek ryan #watch dogs #xmen #old writing #old ideas #desmond Miles AU mechanic #runescape #burn like the sun

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ryvxn · 3 years

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — #𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐦 ; personal inscription.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 , 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐥, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 — 𝟓𝟕𝟗

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the silence raised from unwatered graves. hand clenched tightly, nails leaving the small crescent shape on the thin skin of her palm. the anger she had, held all those years — cool, blue and unshifting became red, so red, she felt like it would explode soon. the one that she was so used to cool down burnt her soul, created a state of delusion that it alone could destroy the palace that tried to cage her. she stood there, her anger creating an act so bad that she struggled to move. — and that devourer wrath reminded her once again how to be her was to be the daughter of deserts. at best a mirage and at worst a massacre.

she opened the eyes that she closed so tightly. two eyes the colour of anger, a ring of cold, a belt of blood. her gaze wandered on the stone stairs that stood tall — the one every monarch climbed as a part of the enthronement ceremony.

she took a delicate breath — like the dawn that did not begin to break. like the darkness that begun to relent, promising that later on the darkness would slowly, utterly slowly, be sifted through with light.

— then, the silence grew with noise.

“ your highness. ” she heard someone call her. even from the way the other chose to address the hidden and forgotten, she understood the other was her person. someone who swore her loyalty and proved it years ago. “ your highness hwajoon and hwarang lee sun left the palace just now. they were sent to baekje frontiers by your majesty. ”

yihwa acknowledged the information with a nod of her head. she was already informed by her brother's trip to the frontier — he wrote it as a reply to her letter on which she engraved a small lotus. a sign for only them and no one else. then, she turned to look behind, to the chamber of hwajoon's mother as the older woman's words echoed in her ears.

yihwa noticed how confident she sounded. as if she had something planned, as if she was so sure that her son would be the next possessor of the throne. — and she was so confident that she did not even bother to pretend she was worried for the king's health. her attitude alone made yihwa understand there was someone else that carried the same purpose with her and that person was not her brother but his mother.

yihwa had to do something soon. — and she would do it simple. a small breath filling the world with tremendous thunder.

“ go check the army, ” yihwa commanded, “ be sure that they are prepared. we have to move fast when hwajoon isn't here or the queen might act before us. ”

yihwa turned on her heels to leave, only to be stopped by the vigilant question of the other.

“ will you be safe? ”

she paused abruptly.

there was no safe place for her. to trust such place and sentiment existed at all was to be vulnerable. if she ever believed that her heart would certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. yihwa locked that sentiment up safe in the casket and coffin of her selfishness. – safe, dark, motionless, airless. that was the advice she followed soon after someone told her: the only place outside heaven where she could be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of fallacy was hell.

“ i will. you just focus on the army preparation. ”

— to be sure that they were ready to bring to the place the silence of the hanged and massacred.

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the wound was the place light entered one. however, the light that leaked through her wound was not the light of salvation but of the one that brought greed, lust and wrath. it seemed naturally part of her, such that yihwa failed to notice what made it vicious. after all, humans made love, and ate, and killed with the very same hands. — why would she think the light was any different?

“ have you thought long enough before accepting my agreement? ”

his warning stayed in mid-air. the reflection of hell's fire brightened his eyes as he wore a sinister smile, whereas yihwa only nodded her head. she thought enough, long enough to notice she could never understand why a demon like him would want a child. — she almost scoffed thinking ironically, her father as well, wanted a child before she was born. then the scouring griefs surrounded him, encompassing the kind of love he could feel.

“ why do you want a child? ” she still asked, eyes searching his. — the fact was that she did not trust the demon was inevitable but she still wished to hear an answer.

“ everyone wants someone to continue the lineage. ”

his words were adorned by the finest lies, however, did not manage to veil his antithesis. — yihwa felt bad for the child that was yet to be born but whose fate was already shaped. perhaps different than hers but still caged by the very same sentiments.

— no, she wanted to say, you just want to create the monster you couldn't be.

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grief was an eclipse, it came and it went. soon after her father's death and her brother's departure, yihwa stood in front of the army, the spirit of the bengal tiger covering her fragile vessel. she held the burning arrow between her fingers and recalled the last words the demon said before they parted the ways:

“ do not let their dead blood stain the palace. you need to burn them to kill their death odourising souls. ”

she drew the bow, let the key of inferno burn the edge of the arrow and then, freed it.

the crimson coloured blood did not let the palace grounds rest that day. — and mercy walked away. the small army took the chance to surround the grounds and took the life one by one. as if the cloud of death visited the earth once again, this time to take not only the firstborns but everyone born with the cursed blood of royals. — and even of those that chose to follow them.

“ you highness, please. she is just an infant. ”

yihwa, herself was once an infant when her father found her worthless. it was his biggest mistake.

yihwa was a couple of years older than an infant when her mother placed a dagger on her palm and ordered her to destroy what made her weak, what she adored. — she killed the puppy that made her feel more human than ever when she was a couple of years older than an infant.

she was still a child when the palace stood against her. — and now, she was strong enough to not make the very same mistakes.

yihwa rose the sword and allowed it to cut the cotton-like skin of the unfortunate baby. — and she did not cry or showed any kind of reaction. not until she entered the throne hall, noticed how cold and empty it was.

her body trembled as she stared at the phantom of the blood that covered her hands. whispers of apology slipped from her mouth to cut the silence of the hall as she leaned against the throne and realized she did not win as much as she believed. — she lost something there. like a path she was walking that dead-ended, and now she was alone and lost in the forest, and she was here and she did not know where here was anymore.

“ your high — your majesty. ” the same maid she talked just a few days ago asked for permission to approach her. the way she addressed yihwa was always so accurate, she sat beside yihwa and began to clean the blood on her face hastily with a wet cloth.

“ you should never leave blood on your skin, your majesty, ” she spoke, cleaning yihwa's face. “ the scent might pull nightwalkers here. ”

yihwa was too tired to ask who nightwalkers were. she was too exhausted to remind the other water was too pure to clean her sins and blood was now engraved on her skin.

“ why are you so scared of them? and not from me? ”

the maid smiled at her painfully, “ i'm scared of you, ” she admitted, “ but compared to them, you're still a human. ”

just like the words of queen that brought nothing but confusion to yihwa, the maid's explanation behaved in the same manner. she watched the older woman clean her face before the other excused herself to leave — abandoning yihwa in the darkness of her realm.

pushing her body to stand up, yihwa slowly approached the window to look up at the sky. the moonlight once again showed itself, breaking free from the shadow of the eclipse. however, instead of admiring the beauty of it, yihwa looked front — to the shadows of the garden where pair of crimson coloured eyes stared at her.

the night offered silence.

then, those pair of eyes pained it with noise, with screams and with blood of others.

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disclaimer. thank you so much to zorian, park hoon and sage ambrose for allowing me to mention their muses and / or parts of plots we planned. every mun had permitted for them to be mentioned.

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