Arno rolled his eyes at the familiar sound of ,"He took my things!" "Someone get him!". It was these kind of things that he was waiting for because more likely than not the lady would pay him for returning the object. It was just that it was unbearably easy. Arno enjoyed some type of challenge that he could wrap his head around and probably get more money for.
He leapt off of the building he was perched on and made his way after the person he assumes was the thief. Hell, he was running full speed through a crowd away from the damn near deafening lady, it wasn't that hard to come to.
Arno ran at the thief, catching up rather quickly because of his trained speed. The other looked to be unsure of where to go but still running. And just when he was about to tackle him, the smaller of the two sped up.
Arno slipped a little amused smile. Maybe this had more to it than a 12 second chase and a few livres. That is, until the other person looked back at him.
It was like everything froze, and he locked eyes with they guy. Oh fuck, it was him. It was him it was him it was HIM. Without a doubt it was the guy with the tail he was after earlier today. He dragged a glance across his face but the other quickly looked away and went even faster.
The devilish smile returned. Arno had some questions to ask this kid.
Desmond ran faster than he thought his legs could take him. It was not only an assassin, but it was that assassin. The one from the shore.
He wanted to bash his head into a wall. Damn his luck, it had to be him. Bloody fuck and he was slowing a bit too. He looked around at his options and gave a small sigh of annoyance. Alright, looks like up was the only way he could maybe lose this guy.
Far away, in another time, a couple of people behind desks eyes widened. "Initiate, who is that?"
Okay so maybe taking the roofs was a bad plan. Desmond wobbled roughly as he sprinted across one of the many ropes connecting the buildings. His pursuer was still on his tail, no pun intended, and was closing the gap quicker than Desmond could say "I hope he speaks english".
His bare feet could not handle these rough roofs, and were basically screaming at him with each step. This couldn't possibly go on for any longer, and just to further prove that point, Desmond all but tripped off the edge of a building, catching himself before falling into the soft waves below.
The assassin slowed to a leisurely walk, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Ugh, what an asshole.
"Looks like you're out of roof, mon ami" He said, chuckling a bit at the end.
Wow, good thing Desmond knows literally no french. Seriously he was contemplating asking if the guy knew english, it would save a lot of confusion and misunderstanding.
Desmond rolled his eyes nonetheless, it sounded kind of snarky so he figured he'd treat it as such. With one movement he stretched his arms up, fixing the somewhat oversized shirt he'd stolen.
Arno frowned, tilting his head. Was this guy even french? He didn't really look like it, but Paris was home to a wide variety of people, so appearance wasn't a good judge. Speaking of appearance, the guy didn't even look like he took anything.
"Not that it's the first thing on my mind, Monsieur, but what did you take?"
Desmond offered a clueless blink. Since it was a question he was probably expected to answer… in french. Ooooh fuck. He laughed nervously, raking his mind for any word…. any word at all...wooooooords… He coughed uncomfortably.
"Uh… oui."
Oh fuck. Yes? Yes to WHAT? He could have just sold his soul to the devil for all he knows. Damn, didn't teach french in the farm, thanks dad.
Arno sighed, but managed to look kind of smug while doing so. How that works, I do not know. The hooded man snapped his fingers, as if trying to think of something, and then said, "Ahh, you speak english, then?"
It was like heaven on his ears, english. Yes, yes that is what he needed. Desmond had a surprised smile on his tanned face and was about to answer the man when in the distance a loud voice sounded.
"Hey! What are you doing up here? Citizen!"
Desmond snapped his head over to the guard that was aiming a rather large gun at him. And there's his cue.
"Wow, nice chat, and on that note I think I'll take my leave!" He said without even looking at the hooded man.
Now Desmond was about to do something that he was sure to regret later, but the amount of snipers forming and the closer the assassin got was enough to push him off the edge. Literally. Desmond leaped off into what he thought would be deep enough water, screaming his throat raw.
"FUCKING ASSASSINS"
