[ Desmond really did not expect to wake up to this situation; he didn't expect to wake up at all. Finding himself experiencing a city that looks historical is not new, but this isn't any Bleed, this is real. He has to slap himself a few times and cut his hand just to be sure. Real. Ish. He is a more social person so after experiencing a decent amount of shock, he did start to chat with others, try not to bring too much attention to himself, and then ran off. He's never wanted to be a part of any army, that's why he fled the Assassins in the first place.
Proving himself very much a descendent of his ancestors, Desmond not only found a shirt with a hood, but he climbed up easily to the rooftops and had the same exact idea as Altaïr. Look around from there, get a lay of the land. He has spotted something of interest so he's hopping between them and finds himself landing on a rooftop at the same time as Altaïr. This is when he's fairly sure that he is not in Kansas anymore.
He openly gapes at the man who has only ever existed in his mind until now, and he smacks the side of his head a few times, as if thinking that will reboot his mind's computer and remove the face that shouldn't be there. Except. He stays. ]
Where else would they meet but a rooftop
Proving himself very much a descendent of his ancestors, Desmond not only found a shirt with a hood, but he climbed up easily to the rooftops and had the same exact idea as Altaïr. Look around from there, get a lay of the land. He has spotted something of interest so he's hopping between them and finds himself landing on a rooftop at the same time as Altaïr. This is when he's fairly sure that he is not in Kansas anymore.
He openly gapes at the man who has only ever existed in his mind until now, and he smacks the side of his head a few times, as if thinking that will reboot his mind's computer and remove the face that shouldn't be there. Except. He stays. ]
This can't be real.