Assassin's Creed Imagines

Julien Du Casse Imagine

"Imagine: Julien du Casse trying to protect you from danger, knowing that you are an Assassin."

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"Mon dieu*, What are you doing here?"

Julien's voice was hoarse and stern, ringing through your ears.

What were you doing here?

You had a contract here in Havana, but once you completed it you found yourself roaming the city aimlessly, that is, until Du Casse spotted you in a tavern.

He rushed towards you, and you lowered your hood, revealing a small smile. "I just finished a contract, I figured it would be nice to pass-"

"Do you not know the consequences if anyone found out were having contact?"

You were taken aback and somewhat insulted by the anger that had formed in his voice.

You didn't understand why your visit was such a problem- he hasn't been inducted into the Templar order yet, so why would meeting him now be such a big deal?

"I'm sorry, did I miss something?"

You returned the attitude, and gave him a furious gaze. In response, he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh.

"I am to meet with governor Torres and Woodes Rogers today to be accepted into the order. There's supposed to be another man," he paused to try to remember the name, "Duncan Walpole, one of your kind."

He waved off the last sentence but it still lingered in your mind.

So that's where Mister Walpole had been, not missing but rather betraying. You made yourself a promise that if you found Duncan on your own, you would put an end to his betrayal.

Julien interrupted your thoughts.

"You need to leave this place," he said looking around the tavern "you need to leave Havana. It is not safe for you... If governor Torres or any of the others find you-" his warning was interrupted by a scream of a guard.

"Asesina!*"

Everyone in the tavern started screaming, and some even pushed by the two of you to run out of the place. You looked furiously in the direction of the solider, drawing your hood to cover your face.

More guards were becoming suspicious, and the tavern was quickly emptying, leaving the two of you behind.

Julien reached over to his holster and pulled out a pistol, shooting the guard effortlessly in the shoulder. The man fell down with an agonizing scream, which only fueled the situation.

You unsheathed your sword, and stood next to Julien, ready to lunge at any Spanish guard that came in your way.

A large group of soldiers had gathered and were now heading towards the two of you, and they looked like too many to handle.

"Go!" He pushed you slightly, while looking around for the incoming guards. You didn't want to leave him behind, you wanted to stay and fight with him, try to help him. But you knew he didn't want you to be put in such danger, so you followed what he said.

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, which took him by surprise, before leaving.

He would be in major trouble for what he did, but he always had a way of changing the situation around.

You darted towards the staircase that lead to the roof, looking down at the bar's courtyard to see Julien standing there, no weapons drawn. It seemed as though once the guards spotted him, they ended their chasing and running.

You weren't sure what he was up to, but he gave you a chance to escape, and you were thankful for the opportunity.

You ran through the rooftops in the hot Havana sun, a wave of despair hitting you as you found your way to an inn.

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Only a few hours later he was standing in the governors' courtyards, shooting at targets with the Englishman Woodes Rogers.

"So," Rogers broke the silence between the two of them "I heard there was a little 'mixup' at one of the taverns today."

Julien raised a brow at the question, and continued reloading his weapon.

"I wouldn't call it a mix up. Some drunk soldier said he saw an assassin at the tavern. Very unlikely."

Rogers was always throwing something new out there; accusing and suspecting things of others when nothing was really wrong. But Julien was not about to let Rogers pressure him into telling the truth- he knew him all to well.

"Hm, I see. Nothing but a misunderstanding then," Rogers aimed his pistol at the dummy, "but if there was an assassin," he shot the dummy in the head with a quick click of the trigger "I hope you'd kill them."

He turned around and placed the pistol in it's box.

Julien worried about you, but he saw to it that you had escaped and were safe, and that's all the mattered.

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Mon dieu - "my god" in French

Asesina - "Assassin" in Spanish