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Assassin's Creed: Prestige Chapter FiveChapter 5: TraditionsAssassin's Creed: Prestige Chapter Five by sup3rsharpie
Date: 22 July 1909 (18 years old)
The humid summer heat encased Arman in its moist environment. He hurriedly hopped up the steps to Harry's house, grateful to have finally arrived after the dreadful walk. The young man knocked loudly on the wooden door, certain Harry would have heard it.
“Coming! Just a second!”, a muffled Houdini called from inside the building. Arman tapped an impatient foot.
“Harry, I'm going to melt out here!”, Arman complained. “Would you mind-”, Houdini suddenly swung open his door, interrupting him. He gestured for Arman to come inside.
“Thank you.”, he said, relieved. Harry shut the door behind them and clapped his hands together. A cheeky smile had stretched across his face. Arman knew what was coming next.
“So, have you decided yet?”, he asked. Arman placed his hands on his hips, his gaze briefly fixed upon the floor before slowly shifting up to Harry's eyes.
Assassin's Creed: Prestige Chapter FourChapter 4: Memoirs of a Clandestine AntiquityAssassin's Creed: Prestige Chapter Four by sup3rsharpie
Date: 14 July 1909 (18 years old)
The cold splash of water felt refreshing over Arman's face. He reached for a dry cloth that hung over his wash bowl. As he dried himself he admired his patchy facial hair in the mirror. A reminder of how father often kept a full, thick beard. Perhaps one day, his too could be just as rich. He ambled to his room and threw on his best outfit; a pair of charcoal gray dress pants tailored specifically for his legs, a lighter shaded gray button up shirt tucked into his trousers with a white suit jacket complete with a deep red neck tie. He slipped on his polished black oxfords and finished his outfit with one of his favorite possessions, the white and black fedora hat.
The apartment felt comfortably quiet, albeit lonely without mother strolling from room to room as usual. Arman always hated how often she worked. Most days were spent counting the interminable moments until she would arrive home when he hadn't spe