Call me out! redux

[knightess]

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to this list for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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[victoires]

And find him there he did: Adéwalé was lurking in the corner of one of the less respectable taverns in town, hoping to avoid curious eyes there by mingling amongst a clientele too drunk or too poor to take notice of his presence. Nassau had changed a great deal from how he had remembered it, an ungoverned island of debauchery and freedom. Now it was firmly under the thumb of the British, and under the thumb of the British and their Loyalist friends, exiled from America in the wake of the Revolution, were slaves. Many of them.

This was no Saint-Dominigue. There was no Code Noir. And yet conditions here were poor: the lands surrounding Nassau exhausted by farming and the slaves overworked and punished for poor yields. It angered him, how things could change here in such a short space of time.

And yet where did Adéwalé have to go? He was displaced from his own time, and he had no home. The Jackdaw had been his home once, as had Nassau, in its own way. So it was perhaps fitting that it was to here he returned, garnering what little Assassin support was available anywhere in the region. One he'd managed to contact was a man simply known as "Connor", a native from around the New York region and said to be sympathetic to anti-slavery sentiment.

Was it ideal? No. But without Ah Tabai or the Maroons and their networks of contacts, he had no choice but to rely on the aid of a stranger, should he show at all. Adéwalé pulled down his hood to better conceal his face, and waited.

g e n t l y

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Soon enough, the native would come into view. Connor decided he should put up his own hood once he decided he had to come through this dump of a tavern in order to look around. His mysterious Brother should be here, again hopefully. Lest it could be an ambush of some sort but he had no proof of that happening yet. His own instincts told him to see this deal through, so he would. Being outside of his own network proved probably dangerous, so he had to try hard and never stray from what he was supposed to do.

He didn't pay any mind to normal patrons and kept a good distance, not making any sound or any eye contact to them. Find what stood out, his mind told him.

In the corner of his eye, he found another hooded figure. He wasn't getting drunk, neither was he trying to flirt with any waitresses, he acted very different. Plus, he wore a hood like he did.

Obviously, this could be his contact. But of course, he had to play it safe. He made sure he kept the parchment that was sent to him for this very reason. He said nothing as he made himself known to Adéwalé, and once he made himself known, he stood in front of him.

Still saying nothing, he pulled out the letter sent for Adéwalé to see.

He was here, so was he the man Connor was looking for?

A gutsy move, but the only one he could do without speaking of secret sensitive matters in public.

[victoires]

A man walking in with a white hood and military-style coat was, if anything, more attention-grabbing than Adéwalé's own attire, and he picked out the other Assassin right away. The letter was in a hand he recognised as his own. More familiar still, there was something about the man's robes, his bearing, even that animal-tooth necklace of his that gave Adéwalé an uncanny feeling. Almost like he was staring at a walking ghost...

Perhaps he was imagining things, this new Nassau affecting his mind.

"You do me a kindness, to have come all this way, Brother," he said, keeping his voice low so as to avoid eavesdroppers, but loud enough to keep audible over the hum of chatter and music. "I am Adéwalé."

He held out a hand to shake, to show he wasn't posing any kind of threat as much as its being a friendly gesture. Assassins were distrustful types, and for good reason. He doubted that much had changed as the century wore on.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Adéwalé. Adéwalé.

Something about that name rang familiarity. Where had he heard it before? Suddenly, strangely, Connor felt like he just knew this man somehow. How so? He never had really met the man, he knew that for a fact.

He wouldn't forget someone if he got to know them, especially through such business as this. He could feel Adéwalé's eyes survey him over, taking in his details. It was interesting to say the least that they seemed so different, but this was not the time for learning of culture and chatting up a storm.

He hesitated a moment when Adéwalé shown his hand. He didn't really know him, he didn't at all. He could easily not accept the hand merely because of obvious reasons. But he could just as easily think of him as a Brother, and for now, Connor could trust him as one. The man's robes and hood didn't shield him of his own kindness, from what it looked. He had manners. The hand was to show he was to be friendly.

He slowly took the hand, and just as softly spoke, "Connor, though you seem to already know of my name."

[victoires]

That earned a wry smile from Adéwalé. "You think I would write for help without knowing the addressee? A poor plan that would be." He shook his hand in a strong, firm grip, then let go. "I'm... new to these parts, you could say, and yet not. I heard you lead the Brotherhood up in the eastern seaboard. To who else could I turn? The Brotherhood's presence in the Caribbean has... diminished over the years."

And the only other renowned Assassin he could get wind of, Aveline de Grandpré, was said to have been inactive for years, owing to a loss of faith in the Brotherhood. This stranger, as he saw it, had been his best option.

"Still, I hear tell you are familiar with these waters, if not with Nassau itself. Is that so?"

[mohawk_tomahawk]

He mainly listened to Adéwalé speak, taking in all of the tidbits of details. He could believe that the Assassin influence were weak around these parts, if they were so weak in America. While he knew a big reason was Templar take over, he could see that a reason could be people simply straying from the Brotherhood. Both reasons were understandable, although the former reason was much more concerning and quick to suspect than the latter.

He wasn't sure how to make the other statements, Adéwalé was surely wording things weird. New and yet not so new? It almost sounded like he left the area and came back perhaps. Nassau did change much in the years that passed. At face value, Adéwalé seemed like he lived long enough to perhaps notice the change.

That was the theory he was sticking with for now. Odd things have surely happened to him that could make him believe otherwise, but again, really no proof to suspect anything else of the man.

"On-board the Aquila, we have sailed along the coast and the Caribbean Sea during the war, mainly to survey the trade routes and make sure vessels traveled through the waters safely," Connor explained. He put that information lightly, there was obviously more to the stories than that.

"...This is my first time in Nassau, however. I have heard many tales of this place; how pirates had called this place home. I know it had changed since then."

[victoires]

"Aye, pirates. Once upon a time there were hundreds of their number here, but you would not think it now, to look at this place." He cocked his head at the tavern patrons; nary a sailor in sight, and those that were were most likely crewman from merchant and slave ships, judging by their dress. Fashions hadn't changed so much that Adéwalé could not tell that apart.

Something Connor said threw him off, though, and he did betray his untimeliness by frowning in confusion, and asking, "Which war do you speak of?"

[mohawk_tomahawk]

That was the question that would throw Connor off. Which war?

Nassau wasn't a part of America, but it was a place located in the Caribbean, which was very much affected by the war for independence. The Americans and British clashed in the sea, for one, but there were trade issues with innocent merchants often as well. This town was a place that would have had issues with and/or received goods from trade during the time, which has now included people for slave labor.

It caused Connor to raise a brow, where would this man have been to not know of the war? Far enough away for a time to not have recognized the economic growth could only excuse so much. If he made a return of any real extended length, which Connor could only assume was the case (considering the time it would take to write about the slavery, send the letter, and have Connor come this way to this exact location), he would have known by now of the war.

"The...war of independence from the tyranny of the British king within the thirteen colonies," he decided to simply answer and see what else the man did.