User:Gabriel Auditore/Sandbox3

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This is my tertiary sandbox, Delta-Three, currently occupied with the Interactive conversations project.

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Dobby

• Dobby: How do you do, Connor?
• Connor: I am alright. And you?
• Dobby: It's nice to be a part of something. Until now I was sort of drifting about the neighborhood getting irate when I saw things unjust. Sometimes I'd intervene, other times I would come here. Now I feel like all my energy is pointed at something.
• Connor: I am grateful to have your help. How did you come to be... you?
• Dobby: Ha! Funny question but I get your meaning. I was an orphan, pretty common around the ports with all the sailors and whores mucking about. I wanted to be out on my own so I did what I had to do. That's when I decided to pretend to be a boy. That worked for a time, until nature decided otherwise and it just became a bad joke. Folks around the borough still called me "Dobby" but the old codgers started leering and getting fresh. That's when I got tough. Took a good many shots to the face before I learned to defend myself properly but now I dare any man to come at me. They learn the price quick.

Another convo:

• Connor: Hello, Dobby.
• Dobby: Connor. You look well.
• Connor: I have been better.
• Dobby: Do you ever sleep? I really don't know how you do it.
• Connor: I try not to think about it.
• Dobby: A strong man, stronger than any I've ever met. How is it a man like you has no wife?
• Connor: I do not have the time to give a woman what she deserves. Perhaps when all this is over, I will be able to settle and have a family. I hope.
• Dobby: Of all the lecherous and deceitful men out there who are fathers you'd be a godsend. But I suppose that's how it is, the good ones are too busy for it and the louts have nothing better to do. In any case, if you ever think it's time, make sure I get the first crack!
• Connor: Hmm, I promise.

Duncan

• Duncan: Oi, lad! How's it going then?
• Connor: I am well. And you?
• Duncan: Oh, can't complain. There was something I've been meaning to tell you... I met your Da. It was a long time ago in London. I was just a boy - well, I didn't meet him really, just saw him do a fella in at the London Opera House. I was sitting in the balcony with an uncle of mine. Went to have a piss and when I came back, there's your Da. Dashing as they come, he was shirt, jacket immaculate. My uncle was just slumped there. Looked like he was sleeping. But I knew better even if I was a child. Your Da locked eyes on me. And I don't think I've ever been so frightened as I was in that instant. It wasn't a fear that he was going to cause me pain, it was a sense that he saw right through me - into my heart - and he'd crush it if it pleased him. But he didn't. He just raised his finger to his lips and gestured for my silence. I complied. Then he was gone.
• Connor: That must have been in the days before his betrayal was made public. He would have sailed for the Colonies not long after. I'm astonished that you were actually there.
• Duncan: You can imagine my surprise when I saw is face. Took me a while to piece it together but... there you have it. Thought you'd like to know.
• Connor: Thank you.

Another convo:

• Connor: How are you faring?
• Duncan: Not bad. Not bad. All this reminds me of being back in the Old Country. Fightin' for land, fightin' for the right to see God my way. Didn't take long before I realized the fight was futile and stepped aboard a ship bound for the Colonies. People over there are so wrapped up in HOW you perceive the Lord they forget we're all part of his flock. Stories change, Connor. The way people tell them evolves. It's no different in the Bible and I believe that's the real root of all the strife back home. But nobody wants to listen to me - if you don't see it their way, you're a heathen. But I feel we're honestly making a difference here. That our presence is felt if not appreciated by all. Ah! And it makes me sleep easy at night and that's all a man can ask for really.
• Connor: I would like to visit your home country some day.
• Duncan: Oh, would you now? You'd turn a head or two on the Emerald Isle, I'll tell you that. Maybe one day, I'll muster up the courage, go back and I'll bring you with me - would be good for a laugh at any rate!

Clipper

• Connor: You do not partake?
• Clipper: No, sir. I need to stay sharp in case you call upon my rifle. Spirits do me in right quick. Drank half a flask of rum out in the bush with my brothers a few years back. Went for a run in the buff before I found myself rolling around in deer skat being sick all over. I don't want to go there again. No thank you.
• Connor: A smart choice given the circumstances.
• Clipper: I want to fight like you someday.
• Connor: You have everything it takes to be a great Assassin.
• Clipper: That means something coming from you.

Another convo:

• Connor: Where did you learn to shoot like you do?
• Clipper: Ranging with my dad and brothers in Virginia country. My family's been surveying and prospecting out there since my grand-pappy.
• Connor: How did you end up here?
• Clipper: I'm the youngest of four brothers. I was always going to be a runner-up with them so I set off alone to do my own business. Out west of Ohio's territory that no man of the Colonies' ever trodden. Figured I could find contracts out of New York. Then the war started.
• Connor: And you sided with the Patriots.
• Clipper: Not really. My family's for the King. I just don't like seeing boys forced to fight against their will is all. But I know that I want to be free, for all to be free. If that means I'm a Patriot, I guess I am.
• Connor: You are an Assassin. Nothing else.
• Clipper: That I am. And proud of it.

Jacob

• Jacob: Ah! Connor! Sit! Sit!
• Connor: How are you Jacob?
• Jacob: Missing the beer gardens back home - but I am well.
• Connor: How did you arrive in the colonies?
• Jacob: Like most other men like me. The Army. I was a Hessian for a time. It was a good job while I had it. I only felt it was time for something different once I arrived. Not long after I am meeting you so it seems my feeling was useful, no?
• Connor: Certainly.
• Jacob: I am hoping to send for my family when the time is right. But we are fighting a war of our own, and I will not put them at risk.
• Connor: Hopefully things will die down soon.
• Jacob: No rush, Connor. I am in their hearts, and they are in mine.

Another convo:

• Jacob: I received a letter from home.
• Connor: What news?
• Jacob: My son is the strongest boy in our village. Standing tall and proud. My heart grows heavy for them, now and my patience wanes for bringing them across the ocean. I have sent money for passage. War or no war.
• Connor: We will keep them safe from the fighting when they arrive.
• Jacob: I am having no doubts about this. My worry is now of the crossing itself. Many miles overland to a port in France. There they must be purchasing safe passage aboard a ship coming to the colonies. Then they must brave the voyage itself. Many risks.
• Connor: Your son can lead them, you said yourself he is strong and capable.
• Jacob: My son? Ha! No matter how strong he grows he will never be as strong as my wife. Wihelmina is the most able person I have ever met - else I would not have left them. It is more matters of fortune that trouble me. Storms, pirates.
• Connor: These are things none can control, but I am sure if pirates try and take their ship, Wihelmina and your boy will make the brigands rue their decision.
• Jacob: Yes! Yes, you are right!