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Alright, let me get this straight.

King A - No Eagle Vision

Biotechnic - Eagle Vision

Sonixboom - Eagle Vision

Raven - Eagle Vision

Matt - No Eagle Vision

Is that correct?

yep

I gave mine up too. I'm without Eagle Vision now.

Yep, no eagle vision for me.

Ok. I'm glad that there are only a two people with eagle vision now. It makes the RP a little more realistic. I'll type up the first post now.

((Alright! The first post has arrived. This RP will begin in the Ancestor Times, so our modern characters are already in the Animus machines. Even though I will guide the story a little bit, and introduce the enemies as the story moves on, you can do anything you'd like in this RP. So if you do something stupid...it could screw us all! Be smart!))

Assassin Hideout, Boston, Massachusetts, - August 18, 1767

In the hidden office of the manor of the leader of the Colonial branch of the Assassin Order, William Hussain, five young Assassins stand at the desk of their master. William was a short man, but possessed the mind and wisdom of a god. He had a short, black beard and was wearing a fine red noble’s outfit, covered by a long black coat. He sat behind his desk with his hands folded on the surface. “Well now, Assassins…” he said quietly. “It seems as though the peace of our homeland has been completely shattered by the powerful bullet of our enemy. Yes…conspirators have revealed themselves to have quite a presence within these lands. However, we have no idea who these conspirators are. But there is one man of which my scouts have taken a particular interest towards. He is a wealthy immigrant from Paris, France, and he resides here in Boston. His name is Monsieur Jacques Deparish. He arrived here about three months ago from the ship known as “Shadow Wave”. He may be the key to the destruction of the whole of the Colonial conspirators. We know little about his active schedule. All that we know is that on this day at noontime, he will meet with a small group of his “associates”. Watch him. See what information you can gather concerning his whereabouts and his allies as well.
As for his appearance - he is a large, muscular, mid-height man wearing a black noble’s outfit coded with white strips, along with a pair of large black boots and gloves. He wears a crimson cape at his side. He has short black hair, a long nose, and a face having been cleared of all facial hair.
Now, my students…leave this hideout and be at the town square at midday, which is merely an hour from now. Stalk both he and his allies that show up for the meeting. When you have gathered every bit of information you can possibly unearth, eliminate him, and continue from that point. Good luck, Assassins! And remember….Nothing is true; Everything is permitted.”

With that, the Assassins left the manor, standing outside their leader’s doorway in the streets of the city of Boston. Their journey had begun.

*BUMP*

Okay, if this dies, I'm gonna flip out.

"Jacques Deparish... never heard that name before. Strange. Who do you think we should ask, or where to look?"

"Well, I am going to go look around the area for a spot that we can hide out of view but still see and hear what is going on. We are going to have to follow them at one point, so we are going to have to know our way around. Do you want to come with me and figure out what to do?" Mathieu said.

"We'd better split up, anyway, to avoid suspicion." James said "Mathieu, let's go."

"Alright James. Everyone else, we should plan to meet back here after the meeting. Then we can report our findings to each other." Mathieu said.

He grabbed his gear and checked to make sure his hacket and hidden blade were secure and out of sight. "Let's head to Town Square and see what kind of hideouts we can find. I know that there is a tower off of Town Hall, but that won't be good for hearing the conversation, just watching which way they leave."

James made really sure that his claymore and blunderbuss was out of sight. He disguised it as a lute, placing it in lute box.
He also made sure that he could climb without the weapons annoying or accidentally hurting him.

"Yeah, that will be a problem. We need to get as close as we can, without appearing too suspicious.
Let's just hope there's a market today."

((Was there a disarmament during the American Revolution? Either way, it is better to hide our weapons, just incase the Monsieur Deparish may suspect us of something. Good thinking, folks.))

Blaxton rubbed his chin. "Whatever we do...we have only about fourty-five minutes left to plan this out. The Deparish may have escorts. We should be ready to avoid their watch as well."

"I fear I'll be a bit conspicuous, then," Martin chuckled. "I'll find a high place. Dark, too." Martin turned and strode down the path. Regardless of the firearms he carried on himself, he drew few glances from other denizens.

Sam followed martin since he appeared to know what he was doing...

((Sorry guys))

The town square was overflowing with people. Merchants lined the streets selling good, children played, and friends and families continued their conversations with a great amount of happiness.

"Alright, my friends." Blaxton said to his fellow Assassins. "We have about eight minutes. Quickly - if we are to make plans, we must make them now! We'll know the Monsieur when we see him. Any suggestions?"

"Well, we need to have some people up high to see where people go while the others blend into the crowd."

"Yes. And I'm quite sure that a few of us here have the...'gift' of sight. We can use that as well to keep up with Deparish without getting too close to him."

"I don't have Eagle Eye, so I am not one that should be up high. But I am pretty good on keeping out of view."

"Okay, the eagle-born are up high. Us "normals" are down here, trying to get close to him, without drawing any suspicion, okay?
Let's get going. We'd better not stand here all day."
James began to walk towards the town square.

"Alright. I, too, think that we should keep moving. We're running out of time. Everyone that will remain here in the streets - sit upon the benches near the fountian. I have a feeling that he is about to arrive." Blaxton had noticed a couple lines of redcoats marching through the square with their muskets held high, each line standing on each side of one of the street beside the church. The church was the perfect hiding place for one who possessed the vision of the eagle. A few other towers lined the square as well. The Monsieur had no idea what he was walking into....

Martin climbed the final step of the court-house tower, and laid down his musket. "Take this, watch the stairs," he commanded, handing the blunderbuss to Sam. "if you hear the door open, I want you to go down there and take care of it." Martin unslinged his musket and set it on the parapet, aiming into the fountain. He found the others in his scope and mentally marked their positions.

Blaxton rushed to one of the benches without grasping anyone's attention. Time was running out.

Mathieu found his way to one of the benches by the fountain just in time. He had found a town paper and was reading it, well, really just looking like he was reading it.

((For those of you who haven't released your hiding posts yet, you can still do so. But now the most important thing is to follow the Deparish without being spotted.))

The Assassins had gained their places of hiding at the perfect time. From a crowd of men and women came a tall French soldier, dressed in a bright blue uniform with a small black goatee. Behind him was a man - just as the Master had described him. He looked twice as evil in the first place, but yet kind in some type of way...
-It was Deparish, no doubt.

The soldier and the Monsieur approached the fountain. He stood in front of Blaxton's bench. Oh, how the Assassin wished to drive his blade into the Frenchman's spine. Not long afterwards, he was greeted by an old, short, hooded monk with a long white beard who had his head hung low and his hands folded. "Greetings, Monsieur Deparish." the old monk said.

"To you as well, Brother." Deparish replied. His French accent was pronounced, and his voice deep.

"Are you sure you weren't followed?"

"Oh, come now! Who would be so foolish as to-"

"SHH!!!" the monk turned his head from one side to another, combing every group of people in sight for any suspicious looking people. "I have some bad news to tell you, Monsieur."

"Go on..."

"Master..." the French soldier said quietly. "I feel the pressure of eyes upon us. Perhaps we should keep moving."

"And I agree." the monk stated. "Come, this way."

The group of three headed down the street of which was lined with the soldiers of King George.

Blaxton stood from the bench and pushed himself into a large group of people who were headed down the same street. He looked like a commoner, and nothing more.

((Keep up with him, Assassins!))