Okay so I'm gonna have absolute fun with this. I don't care if Des was 25, or that Arno had an english accent in the game or whatever, or that they couldn't even know each other, or that randomly throwing various assassins into the story when things get boring doesn't make the slightest bit of sense. Nope nope nope, not here. Also, italics is different languages.

Your name is Desmond miles and you have no idea where the fuck you are.

Let's retrace his steps, shall we?

He was in the place with the pillar, Juno telling him to do something. Hand on the pillar. Blah blah blah, yeah, all of that shit, but what next? How the fucking fuck was he in a… river? Lake?

Specifics aside, he had a tail. A silver one to be exact. Desmond looked around, rather confused might I add, at the large fish-like tail what now took place of his legs. It was rather pretty, catching the sunlight in the best way, but that was beyond the point.

He brought a hand up to his head and flicked his attention up to where he was. It looked to be on the shore of some river separating two… cities? Half of his newly obtained tail was in the water, almost blinding him because of its shiny, reflective, silver scales covering it.

"What the fuck" He croaked. His voice was dry, scratchy even, which cause him to rest a hand on his… gills. Alright, what the hell. Alongside his lightly tanned neck were what he could only classify as gills. Like little… cuts? That didn't hurt? Desmond shook his head, too confused to even think about that right now.

He looked over to the large cliff side that was on his side of the shore and listened for any information on where he might be. The city was loud, that was for sure, but on closer inspection, it looked not really of this time. On top of that, he was pretty sure french was spilling out of their mouths… not even a language he could speak. Ezio might have known a few words, but Desmond knew basically nothing about the language.

So, it looks like he's in some old time of France, has a tail, and in a river. He still wasn't sure on the lake/river thing.

The cliff looked to have a stone wall built into it, and stairs leading up to the mainland. Not like he could even consider using them in his current condition. Also, at the bottom of the stairs there looked to be a built in cave of some sorts, and a man standing in there. Ah yes, a man standing there in what looks to be a hood.

Wait.

Desmonds eyes widened a fraction, and he flicked his head to the water. If a human saw him with a damn tail there was no telling what hell would break loose. All of the questions that he couldn't answer. Bloody hell, he couldn't swim either… or, more like, he had yet to. With a tail, that is. Also, he knew that type of hood from a mile away. Lord knows what he would be getting into meeting up with that dangerous bunch while he can't even run.

He looked back to the now rapidly growing figure of the man and then hurriedly shoved himself into the water.

Your name is Arno Dorian, and you really need to stop wasting all of your money on ammunition.

Arno sighed, nodding at the shop keeper's "Thank you!". The assassins cavey thing was pretty quiet today, only a few hooded people offering a greeting to him as he walked down the statue filled hallway.

His new mission was to take some files from a templar's house. Simple. Yes, that it would be, if Arno hadn't wasted a fair amount of his pocket money on distracting civilians, leaving him to waste the rest of his meager amount of franks on ammunition. Frustrating as it was, he was to fund his own endeavors and missions. So, before his official one, he's decided to head out and do some side work.

Arno shut the gate to the bureau with a muted metallic clank, and stepped out into the open, but still shaded, area of the shore.

The first thing that he saw was a man. Well, possibly a boy, he did look rather young. The thing that stuck out though was the large tail.

The large, fish tail connected to him.

Connected to the boy.

The tail.

What the fuck?

The guy turned, making what seemed like direct eye contact with Arno, and before he knew it, he was walking over to him. Just the kids slight glance toward the water had Arno picking up his pace.

What in ever loving fuck was this? Arno recalled story tales of these fishy people, mermaids he believed, and how they were indefinitely not real.

But before he could even shout a quick, "Wait, Mister!", the guy was gone. He saw the flash of his silvery tail in the water and… did something that he wouldn't normally do.

Arno jumped into the water after a fleeing mermaid.