Well, at least it's not hard to tell when new people arrive. There's a constant hustle and bustle about the doctors, and nurses tend to others who have questions or need assistance. It's a flow that is usually undisturbed and while it can be messy or unorganized, people at least know where they're going and what they're doing.
And then there's this French dude. He's definitely not new, that much is certain, but he's odd enough that he wanders around the medbay every now and then and looks at everything before he's gone again. What's even worse is if someone notices him he'll easily disappear in the small crowd that moves to and from the area. He's not hostile, but it's very apparent that Arno feels out of place whenever he comes to look at all the machines. At least right now he's not so embarrassed about being approached and asked what he's doing than he was earlier- but it's still a little humiliating to be given a job that he has rather ancient ways of tending to, and not knowing how anything else works in the future.
Muttering to himself as he looks over a respirator:] What can this even do?
[Lights Down Low.
Far be it for him to despise the dark- he thrives in it usually. But this, when before there were no issues and they were treated with more courtesy, sits incredibly poor with him. If anything, it only reminds him of the riots in the streets of Paris, hungry people butchering merchants because the food supply was stolen by the Templars. Méricourt had been right to come to the Assassins then.
To say he's troubled by all this is an understatement, but Arno doesn't let it bother him as he walks along the halls. Luckily his Eagle Vision helps to point out where he's going- but that doesn't always stop him from bumping into people.]
Easy- [He'll try to steady whoever he's knocked into.] My apologies, it's difficult to see in this low light. You're not hurt, are you?
arno dorian // assassin's creed // ota
Well, at least it's not hard to tell when new people arrive. There's a constant hustle and bustle about the doctors, and nurses tend to others who have questions or need assistance. It's a flow that is usually undisturbed and while it can be messy or unorganized, people at least know where they're going and what they're doing.
And then there's this French dude. He's definitely not new, that much is certain, but he's odd enough that he wanders around the medbay every now and then and looks at everything before he's gone again. What's even worse is if someone notices him he'll easily disappear in the small crowd that moves to and from the area. He's not hostile, but it's very apparent that Arno feels out of place whenever he comes to look at all the machines. At least right now he's not so embarrassed about being approached and asked what he's doing than he was earlier- but it's still a little humiliating to be given a job that he has rather ancient ways of tending to, and not knowing how anything else works in the future.
Muttering to himself as he looks over a respirator:] What can this even do?
[Lights Down Low.
Far be it for him to despise the dark- he thrives in it usually. But this, when before there were no issues and they were treated with more courtesy, sits incredibly poor with him. If anything, it only reminds him of the riots in the streets of Paris, hungry people butchering merchants because the food supply was stolen by the Templars. Méricourt had been right to come to the Assassins then.
To say he's troubled by all this is an understatement, but Arno doesn't let it bother him as he walks along the halls. Luckily his Eagle Vision helps to point out where he's going- but that doesn't always stop him from bumping into people.]
Easy- [He'll try to steady whoever he's knocked into.] My apologies, it's difficult to see in this low light. You're not hurt, are you?
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