Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Purely Satirical

I. Welcome to London

Author's Note: Aaand KenwayTheAnarchist makes a return. :) ♡ Syndicate rekindled my love for the series, so of course an idea for a new story sparked. I've been gone for far too long, and it only makes sense for me to make amends for such inactivity. I'm so excited for this story! I'm actually set on finishing this one.

As always, please excuse any mistakes~

Song: 'London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines' by Panic! at the Disco

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"The world of reality has its limits. The world of imagination is boundless."

I. Welcome to London - 1868

"Evie, my dear. You mustn't stay in here for so long-- it's rather... unhealthy."

There was no response.

"Oh, come outside, would you? It's quite lovely today."

The dark-haired woman reluctantly looked up from her studies, ice blue-coloured eyes searching for the time and finding that it was 14 o'clock. She had been toiling away for almost six hours.

"The Pieces of Eden aren't just going to up and make a run for it. You can afford one break."

Perhaps the first part of that statement was a lie. Regardless, the second was not. The Templar Order and Assassin Brotherhood were practically neck-and-neck in the race towards retrieving such precursor artifacts; Evie's desperation to learn more about the Pieces was smack of such a plight. But it was profoundly evident that the amount of work she put into it called for a break or two. Maybe even more. The poor girl's knucklehead of a brother hardly cared for the relics.

"I suppose you're right," she said, finally getting out of the chair (of which her posterior had been situated for six hours straight). She stretched for quite a while, though hardly surprising, and rolled up the document she had been examining to place into her coat.

"Splendid!" you exclaimed. You took her hand and dragged her out the train, the both of you stumbling upon landing.

The shift from dark atmosphere to scintillating outdoors was tough on the eyes, especially for Evie, who had to spend a few seconds squinting due to the new exposure of light. After she had collected herself, she inquired, "And where is it you're looking to go?"

"Well, I haven't the slightest idea nor preference, so you're free to choose." In response to her troubled expression, you said, "I think some good leisure time involves a bit of shopping."

"Shopping? Where did that come from?"

"Does that matter? As long as it's enjoyable."

Evie nodded, deciding that any sort of activity would suffice. "Where to, then?"

There was a bit of a pause. "...There's a bit of a problem."