First Animus Data Fragment [Radio]

[shirley_templar]

[When the radio clicks on, the first thing listeners might notice is the whistling of the wind, as though the person on the other end is very high up somewhere. Really, Desmond just needed to process everything, after waking up in the city. He hadn't even though to get his hand looked at, so shocked was he by what was happening.]

So uhh...I'm supposed to be dead. Someone wanna shed a little light on why I'm not? I mean...I got the whole "Welcome to the back of a Giant Turtle" spiel from the guys in that Welcome Center place, but...they wouldn't answer why I'm not a corpse right now.

[He coughs.]

I mean...I don't wanna sound ungrateful or anything, I'm glad I'm alive or whatever, but...there was a good reason why I was supposed to be dead.

Comments

[shirley_templar]

They might've mentioned it, but honestly? I'm probably a little shellshocked, and my hand's burnt, so I wasn't really giving the welcome spiel the attention I probably should've.

[holbydelboy]

I'm a nurse. Want me to take a look at that?

[shirley_templar]

That'd be great, actually. It's kinda gross. Just give me couple of minutes to get down to the street.

[Cue the unmistakable sound of a Leap of Faith, as Desmond had made sure to climb a building with a pile of hay in it's vicinity.]

Oh, I think I'm in the...Sky Sector? Look for the guy in the white hoodie.

[holbydelboy]

[Did he just...?

Was that...?

Okay, Fletch isn't even going to ask.]

Alright. See you there.

[He is going to pick up the bigger trauma kit, though.

And, soon enough, you'll have a man dressed in blue scrubs walking up to you.]

[shirley_templar]

[Desmond was standing on a street corner, his hood up, hands in his pockets, when he hears Fletch approach. He turns and pulls his hood back, a nervous smile on his face.]

You must be the nurse. I'm Desmond. Desmond Miles.

[Desmond holds his right hand out, palm up, revealing a rather wicked, diamond-shaped burn in the dead center of his palm, with lines radiating from it as though his hand had been pressed to something with an uneven surface.]

"Quick and painless" my ass. They don't talk about this stuff in the "heroic sacrifice" handbook.

[His smile is wry and sarcastic, trying to downplay the reality of what he's been through.]

[holbydelboy]

Yeah, that's me.

[And he instinctively raises a hand to shake, managing to stop himself. He examines the burn, then whistles lowly.]

Nasty... One sec. [He shoulders off his backpack, digging around in it, before pulling out a spray.] This'll soothe it.