Numbskull
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  • Reads 550
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 1h 30m
Ongoing, First published Oct 03, 2020
"I need to borrow your numbskull." I sharply flicked my head over to stare at Violet, a small growl bubbling in my throat. "That okay with you 'Ms. Lemay'?" 

***

I don't know how it happened. All it took was a week for hard walls to come shattering down, the truth glaringly blind behind them. What do I do?


A retelling of ACRogue modern day segments. 

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING... ASSASSINS CREED BELONGS TO UBISOFT

[I'm sorry... there's been a lot going on recently. Exams have been taking up most of my time so I really don't know when I will be done editing.]
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"Why are you all looking at me with such long faces?" I question slyly. Everyone looked at me with hate. He motions with his hand, soon more guards come piling in. Their guns were filled with wooden stacks, coated with sorrel and perilla. I roll my eyes. "How dumb have you become, dear? Don't you know a tribrid like me can't be killed?" I laugh shortly. "What is it you want, Octavia?" He questions, glaring at me, holding his glass of champagne tightly. I smile, "Sweetie, you know exactly why I'm here. I've come for what's mine, hand it over so I don't have to kick your ass in front of all these people." The crowds start laughing, along with him. His deep laugh echoed through the room. "What makes you think you can beat me? What can a little thing like you do?" I take a tray from the nearest waiter and grab the last glass of champagne, downing it. Sighing, I wipe my mouth, dropping the glass, allowing it to shatter on the ground. I hold the tray tightly, I throw it like a frisbee, slicing the head of a guard clean off. The tray sticks in the wall, while the head slowly falls off the tray. "Now?" I ask sweetly, feeling my eyes glow. "That good enough for you?" ↞⍥↠ Octavia Lycan has been searching for answers her entire life, well what she can remember of it. The one thing that she craves to have more than anything is memories. Memories of who she was, what she was. She's been on a mission to find these memories for centuries, and nothing is stopping her from getting her what she wants. Not the MC. Not her anger getting the better of her actions. Not the British vampire who calls her love. And especially not the human who she can't get out of her head. With new allies joining her brigade and new information coming into the light, Octavia is going to have to face it all. If she hopes to keep her family safe and get her memories back... But at what cost? (UNEDITED)