It didn't take much to get him interested in the bunker and going down there. He's suspicious of this whole damn situation, and this doesn't really do anything other than make him more paranoid about it. But apparently they're giving out super powers, and Desmond peers at it a long time before saying to hell with it. He's never had powers in the strictest sense, and whatever, maybe as a kid he thought about being a superhero instead of being an assassin. He's not sure his situation can get any worse at the moment.
He goes with telekinesis because it doesn't seem that bad, but it only takes a very brief lesson on uncontrolled telekinesis in a close space like the bunker to get him out and in the open. It takes concentration but he's not doing so bad with rocks, letting them juggle around each other very slowly. His focus has been trained through the years, but when he tries one rock too many, he feels strain in his head and blinks. They all come down, one right into his face, accidentally.
Desmond sits there for a moment and sighs, rubbing the red spot on his head. "Yeah, seems like par for the course."
Hit and Run
Desmond has gone up against a lot of dangerous and bad people in his day, but not a one of him scared him quite as much as the creepy little deer who looked his way. He saw the teeth. He saw those beady hungry eyes. They all looked at him at once, and he felt like they were those killer dinosaurs, the ones too many people underestimated. Could he kill one or more of them probably, but they looked like they were fast, and he doesn't want to die again, his time eaten by terrifying deer-looking chupapacas. So he ran.
Luckily he still was very much comfortable with his climbing skills, parkouring up the nearest tree with minimal effort and staring down at them. They stared back at him. Absolutely unnerving. "Not today, creepy Bambi!" They seemed like they were heading away, but Desmond stayed on the tree branch for the time being. That's probably what they wanted him to think.
Desmond Miles | Assassin's Creed
It didn't take much to get him interested in the bunker and going down there. He's suspicious of this whole damn situation, and this doesn't really do anything other than make him more paranoid about it. But apparently they're giving out super powers, and Desmond peers at it a long time before saying to hell with it. He's never had powers in the strictest sense, and whatever, maybe as a kid he thought about being a superhero instead of being an assassin. He's not sure his situation can get any worse at the moment.
He goes with telekinesis because it doesn't seem that bad, but it only takes a very brief lesson on uncontrolled telekinesis in a close space like the bunker to get him out and in the open. It takes concentration but he's not doing so bad with rocks, letting them juggle around each other very slowly. His focus has been trained through the years, but when he tries one rock too many, he feels strain in his head and blinks. They all come down, one right into his face, accidentally.
Desmond sits there for a moment and sighs, rubbing the red spot on his head. "Yeah, seems like par for the course."
Hit and Run
Desmond has gone up against a lot of dangerous and bad people in his day, but not a one of him scared him quite as much as the creepy little deer who looked his way. He saw the teeth. He saw those beady hungry eyes. They all looked at him at once, and he felt like they were those killer dinosaurs, the ones too many people underestimated. Could he kill one or more of them probably, but they looked like they were fast, and he doesn't want to die again, his time eaten by terrifying deer-looking chupapacas. So he ran.
Luckily he still was very much comfortable with his climbing skills, parkouring up the nearest tree with minimal effort and staring down at them. They stared back at him. Absolutely unnerving. "Not today, creepy Bambi!" They seemed like they were heading away, but Desmond stayed on the tree branch for the time being. That's probably what they wanted him to think.