In case anyone hasn’t noticed, this blog is kinda dead. Frankly I’ve been busy with other projects which has caused this one to fall off the grid.
Does anyone want to strap on their hidden blade and take over this bad boy?
Kickass photoshop experience is MANDATORY. I cannot stress this enough.
Must be willing to give me your email address to be granted admin status (this is a sideblog).
Don’t be a dick/post offensive things. Just be cool, yeah?
Serious applicants only. If interested, please send a message to victyrion.tumblr.com
Civilian: Mademoiselle Aveline, I have an important job for you.
Aveline: Shoot.
Civilian:
You might not imagine that gunsmiths are wealthy but–
Aveline: With the number of guns I go through? You might be surprised.
Civilian:
I stand corrected. Then it will come as no surprise to you that a wealthy gunsmith, Monsieur de Chevallier hides in his manse, controlling the prices of weapons across New Orleans.
Aveline: I’ll find him and arrange for a permanent discount.
Ethan: You have my thanks, Arbaaz. It can not have been easy to retrieve the diamond.
Arbaaz: Take good care of it, Ethan. It is truly unique; it would be a shame if its fate was to remain hidden in a safe.
Ethan: I will. You have my word; the diamond’s journey is just beginning…
(Yes, that is Jacob and Evie’s father.)
Arbaaz: Let her go, Sleeman. We can resolve this without her.
Sleeman: Give me the box and the jewel… and I’ll let her live.
Arbaaz: Let her go first.
Sleeman: No. The box AND the jewel. Toss them now.
Pyara: I’m sorry, Arbaaz…
Arbaaz: Pyara… I’m sorry too.
Sleeman: You’ll both be very sorry if you don’t toss me that box and the jewel NOW!
Sleeman: Damn you!
Arbaaz: Did he hurt you?
Pyara: Did you not see? I hurt him.
Arbaaz: I may recruit you into the Brotherhood.
Pyara: Shut up. Now go after him, and get that box back.
Arbaaz: I’m not leaving you. The place is filled with Templars, Pyara. The Brotherhood will get this box back.
Pyara: The Koh-I-Noor, you grabbed it!
Evie: I suppose this means our detective days are over. But what about you, Artie?
Artie: I’m glad I survived Mr. Raymond’s insanity, but sadly he won’t be here anymore to write more books!
Evie: A great loss, I’m sure.
Artie: I’m quite serious, Miss Evie. Me and my friends waited every week to read the next number and find out what happened next!
Jacob: Why don’t you write some yourself.
Artie: A fellow would have to be very clever indeed!
Evie: Sounds like you’d be in your element, my dear.
Jacob: ‘The Gruesome Whitechapel Murders, by Artie!’
Artie: I should think I would use my full name. ‘By Artie… Conan Doyle.’
Evie: I’d use ‘Arthur’. Sounds more of a serious fellow.
Happy birthday Sir Arthur Conan Doyle! ☼ 22 May 1859 † 7 July 1930
All Sounds of Assassin's Creed 