Arno Dorian took the eagle's path (phantomblade) wrote in angellogs, @ 2016-05-18 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | arno dorian, damien thorn, evie frye, jacob frye, shaun hastings |
Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine
Who: Assassins.
What: Initiating Damien
When: Probably closer to earlier this week at least.
Notes: There might be branding. There WILL be discussions of murder, among other things. So you know. Maybe a warning.
Maybe Arno wasn't the best person to make the attempt at initiations. As it stood, they'd been more of a skipped formality for...just about everybody else here. Evie and Jacob hadn't HAD one, really, besides 'take this blade and kill these people', Shaun's had been more of a trial by fire, and...honestly, they hadn't been up to much when it was Sher's turn, and Evie had seen him in action for a good number of weeks as it was.
Still, he wanted to do SOMETHING about bringing Damien into things properly, especially given the clues and invitations they'd left the man. There was some element of ceremony to this besides slicing off your finger or taking a brand or ring, or...just about anything else. You had to prove your apprentices were worthy (mostly already done) but that they also WANTED to be here and doing this. No one was positive about newcomers until this point because...it wasn't as if they'd really advertised what they were doing. In a modern day and age you didn't just run around telling people about your murder cult for the greater good of humanity, after all.
And you didn't want to make things TOO obvious either. Shaun had been the one to point that out. The Fryes had never been afraid of being obvious, and Arno, to be fair, had spent so much time on the roofs of Paris that he hadn't been all that concerned with staying hidden either. Still, here, hiding in plain sight...It was sort of a crapshoot as to whether or not you wanted to take the brand in the first place. Probably best to wait, and offer after he said yes to what was going on, right?
He'd run it by Evie, who'd at first been insistent upon preserving the traditions as much as possible, obviously a little resentful that most of them had been ignored for her and Jacob, and the group of them had argued back and forth about it, but left a brazier burning, with an iron nearby, just in case, and if not, there was still the blade, a hooded jacket in the new style for most work nowadays, one that rather carefully matched Shaun's and the one they'd given Sher when they'd kidnapped him and read the carefully recited words, with some embroidery by Jacob on the hood and collar because the man couldn't help himself.
The twins and Arno stood in their own robes, and looking back at the effect, Arno had to grin, in spite of the fact it made him want to choke up too. THIS was what it should have been in Paris. Something much more like a family. And, with any luck, if Damien had followed the instructions carefully, uncovered the clues left behind, he'd be here after dark, and they'd have a new brother here.
For the moment, Arno left the others to the final preparations in their little hideout itself, strolling to the darkest corner of the stairwell down into their abandoned garage and waited. Surely any minute now...