Post by childofthehunt on Aug 29, 2009 13:38:47 GMT -5
With a broken spirit and a broken heart, I wandered to the streets of this city to find some comfort. A bottle of fine chardonnay is what I had in mind.
I saw some of my soldiers, walking around in civilian clothes, starting their life in Animus. They barely recognized me in my white eyelet chiffon top and cream colored casual trousers. Or it could be the hair.
I can't remember the last time I wore my hair down at camp. It was always tightly pulled behind my head in a bun.
Then I came across an old building ... no ... it was actually a library. It made me forget my thirst for wine.
I was like a kid inside a candy store when I got in. They had tons of books, journals and papers. I stumbled across an article about World War 2. As it turns out, the Nazis were defeated. The Americans and the allied countries won. It brought a temporary smile to my face.
I remembered Emmanuel, The Red General as his enemies call him. I was slowly spiraling down to depression again. I immediately shook his image out as I gathered some books about advance engineering and robotics.
It had so much information I've never heard or read before and it thrilled me. I sat there, reading in complete awe about inventions and experiments, which were only subjects of theories and essays before. But now, in this age and time, they're all possible.
There was an article about pulse waves used for weapons. I found it intriguing. I looked at the 9mm gun strapped on my holster and wondered if it's enough to protect me in this city.
Knowing that demons, fallen angels, werewolves and vampires are all true and real, I wondered if the bullets in my gun are enough.
Suddenly, I had an idea.
#1 I can create a weapon utilizing advance scientific tools.
#2 I can fight anyone, as long as they are human in hand to hand combat. But I can create someone .. or something ... to protect me from the non-humans...
I saw some of my soldiers, walking around in civilian clothes, starting their life in Animus. They barely recognized me in my white eyelet chiffon top and cream colored casual trousers. Or it could be the hair.
I can't remember the last time I wore my hair down at camp. It was always tightly pulled behind my head in a bun.
Then I came across an old building ... no ... it was actually a library. It made me forget my thirst for wine.
I was like a kid inside a candy store when I got in. They had tons of books, journals and papers. I stumbled across an article about World War 2. As it turns out, the Nazis were defeated. The Americans and the allied countries won. It brought a temporary smile to my face.
I remembered Emmanuel, The Red General as his enemies call him. I was slowly spiraling down to depression again. I immediately shook his image out as I gathered some books about advance engineering and robotics.
It had so much information I've never heard or read before and it thrilled me. I sat there, reading in complete awe about inventions and experiments, which were only subjects of theories and essays before. But now, in this age and time, they're all possible.
There was an article about pulse waves used for weapons. I found it intriguing. I looked at the 9mm gun strapped on my holster and wondered if it's enough to protect me in this city.
Knowing that demons, fallen angels, werewolves and vampires are all true and real, I wondered if the bullets in my gun are enough.
Suddenly, I had an idea.
#1 I can create a weapon utilizing advance scientific tools.
#2 I can fight anyone, as long as they are human in hand to hand combat. But I can create someone .. or something ... to protect me from the non-humans...