<< God knows I could use the fresh air. Being shut up like this for as long as I've been's made things a little....musty. >>
[When Pepper arrives, Desmond pulls himself up off of his chair with a grunt, still feeling the old man aches that Ezio left him with, and shuffles to the door. What Pepper will see when he opens the door is a broken chair, the bed completely torn apart, as though Desmond had had a violent seizure as he awoke, and a few bloody knuckle-prints here and there, with Desmond's own hands crudely bandaged with what looked like torn bedsheets. On his desk lay the Apple of Eden out in the open, and Desmond's Hidden Blades. It pretty much looks like a hurricane hit Desmond's room.]
<< Just give me a second, I've had the door locked since I woke up. >>
[There's a series of rattling clicks as Desmond unlocks his door, before opening it. Yeah, Desmond's a mess. Unshaven and disheveled, his eyes puffy and bloodshot. It doesn't look like he's slept at all, despite the fact that he was comatose for a month. Either he doesn't notice the armor, or is so used to the weirdness that he just plain doesn't respond. He's also trying to ignore hallucinations of Sofia and Flavia waving at him, so there's that.]
<< Hi, Pepper. I...I've looked better, haven't I? I feel like I got hit by a truck. I've died in the Animus before, but the worst that'd happen is desynchronization, where I'd get kicked out or have to go back to an earlier memory. This was...something else. Like...I couldn't get away from it. >>
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[When Pepper arrives, Desmond pulls himself up off of his chair with a grunt, still feeling the old man aches that Ezio left him with, and shuffles to the door. What Pepper will see when he opens the door is a broken chair, the bed completely torn apart, as though Desmond had had a violent seizure as he awoke, and a few bloody knuckle-prints here and there, with Desmond's own hands crudely bandaged with what looked like torn bedsheets. On his desk lay the Apple of Eden out in the open, and Desmond's Hidden Blades. It pretty much looks like a hurricane hit Desmond's room.]
<< Just give me a second, I've had the door locked since I woke up. >>
[There's a series of rattling clicks as Desmond unlocks his door, before opening it. Yeah, Desmond's a mess. Unshaven and disheveled, his eyes puffy and bloodshot. It doesn't look like he's slept at all, despite the fact that he was comatose for a month. Either he doesn't notice the armor, or is so used to the weirdness that he just plain doesn't respond. He's also trying to ignore hallucinations of Sofia and Flavia waving at him, so there's that.]
<< Hi, Pepper. I...I've looked better, haven't I? I feel like I got hit by a truck. I've died in the Animus before, but the worst that'd happen is desynchronization, where I'd get kicked out or have to go back to an earlier memory. This was...something else. Like...I couldn't get away from it. >>