Haytham Kenway Needs No Creed. (nocreed) wrote in angellogs, @ 2019-10-13 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | evie frye, haytham kenway, liam greymane, shaun hastings |
Who: Assassins, Templars, Allies of Both (If you want in and aren't sure, check with Sar or Michelle, but generally if you're in the know about Assassins and Templars/are one/are an ally like Yvette, Balthier, Noah, it's cool).
When: Current
Where: Assassin HQ, an undisclosed warehouse location in London
What: Rescuing Sherr
Warnings/Notes: We'll update as they happen.
The situation was as follows. Ms. Moore had managed, through the people she'd found and 'rescued' from Abstergo's clutches (though Haytham preferred to think of it as 'liberated'), to obtain the information on Sherr's location. The woman who'd been guarding him was still with him, but in on things now, and was ready to lend a hand as they spirited him out. The others in their combined group, Assassins and Templars, were gathered in the headquarters, ready to get things moving along.
For his part, Haytham had spread out a map of the general area, with a few miniatures that appeared to belong to a selection of roleplaying and board games that he moved around with a sense of ease.
"Right well. My people..." he picked up what appeared to be a rat person with a sword, shrugged and went with it, setting it, a near the location in question. "Can go in through the door and play distraction, if you like. They don't quite know that we are so close to any of this. The rest of you..." He glanced at the other figures, settling on a few... was that a dragon on two legs? a dragon...person?
He shrugged, scooping a variety up. "Mentor?"
"I'd thought we'd group in a variety of ways." Shaun mused. "Obviously..." he set a few random figures back, off, in their normal neighborhood. "Some of us are going to be sticking back, to coordinate what we need in terms of care for injures, any first aid... "
"Right, that's me." Evie took what appeared to be some sort of elf wizard, twirling it in her hands and sighed. "I don't suppose these come in fat? No? I'll be here with that and needing someone to stick with me. but...the rest of us?"
Shaun nodded toward the others in turn, in the room. "Pick a token I suppose and make your mark? Let's not take TOO long...Sherr.." he set down another elf , "And Agent Chase.." he grabbed one of Haytham's ratpeople. "Will be on the inside waiting. Anyone else?" He looked to the others in turn. "Damien? Erik? I'd like you two on the ground especially if you're willing."
With any luck, they would be done tonight, Haytham thought, surveying the scene, nodding, rather approvingly, as Liam leaned in, snatched up a tiny monopoly dog, and moved it back toward Evie's. Good. He'd thought they might have trouble, but he WAS the one medically training after all.
Whatever else came back...well, he wasn't going to think about that yet.
Too much else on the line, now wasn't there?