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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[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.