edward kenway (
jackdawvision) wrote in
kaisou2023-08-19 10:17 pm
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WHO: Edward Kenway and you!
WHERE: Midtown apartment.
WHEN: After he gets some Gacha Goodwill treats from the free bin.
WHAT: Local pirate Assassin is a little bit out of his depth.
WARNINGS: Blanket Assassin’s Creed warnings (most relevant: mentions in narrative and dialogue to murder and conspiracies). Mentions of alcoholism and alcohol-induced hallucinations.
[Scene: a Midtown apartment. It’s a bit cheap-looking and quaint, but already signs of life have popped up here and there: a ship in a bottle, a pirate flag pinned up on the wall, some leather armor hanging off a coat rack. The camera swings around, manned by someone who’s not entirely used to this level of technology but is getting the hang of it, until it stops and focuses on the kitchenette.
And on what is in the kitchenette, which is a rat, having somehow assembled some kind of stepladder, diligently cooking a pot of stew. It’s very good at it, carefully measuring out the ingredients before pouring it into the pot, and it even has a soundtrack playing as it cooks.
Then the cameraman speaks.]
You’re all seeing this, right? And hearing this? Because I’m not sure whether to hope that this is a fever dream brought on by perhaps too much rum, or if this is real and I have a rat cooking for me now.
[A beat. Then, aggrieved:]
Bloody hell, how does it smell better than anything the Jackdaw’s cook ever came up with?
WHERE: Midtown apartment.
WHEN: After he gets some Gacha Goodwill treats from the free bin.
WHAT: Local pirate Assassin is a little bit out of his depth.
WARNINGS: Blanket Assassin’s Creed warnings (most relevant: mentions in narrative and dialogue to murder and conspiracies). Mentions of alcoholism and alcohol-induced hallucinations.
[Scene: a Midtown apartment. It’s a bit cheap-looking and quaint, but already signs of life have popped up here and there: a ship in a bottle, a pirate flag pinned up on the wall, some leather armor hanging off a coat rack. The camera swings around, manned by someone who’s not entirely used to this level of technology but is getting the hang of it, until it stops and focuses on the kitchenette.
And on what is in the kitchenette, which is a rat, having somehow assembled some kind of stepladder, diligently cooking a pot of stew. It’s very good at it, carefully measuring out the ingredients before pouring it into the pot, and it even has a soundtrack playing as it cooks.
Then the cameraman speaks.]
You’re all seeing this, right? And hearing this? Because I’m not sure whether to hope that this is a fever dream brought on by perhaps too much rum, or if this is real and I have a rat cooking for me now.
[A beat. Then, aggrieved:]
Bloody hell, how does it smell better than anything the Jackdaw’s cook ever came up with?

VIDEO | UN: JOJO2 | i am so sorry edward
Oh my!
I could never dream of that sort of mastery- I've a difficult enough time simply flipping the pages of a book! And you say he just started using your kitchen without a word?
Remarkable!
he deserves this
Yes. Even got into the—the cold box, where you store your food? [It’s called a fridge, Edward.] I didn’t even know he was using it until I woke up and he was already at work. If I were to guess at what he’s making, it’s cawl.
[Another pause.]
Is this normal for rodents in this time?
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[He waves a wing.] That does sound rather tasty however....
Perhaps indeed, the rodents here occasionally bear a member of particular intelligence, and this one happened to pursue culinary arts to that end?
Oh!
The cold box is known as a 'fridge' or a 'refrigerator', upon that other note! It's a rather impressive marvel! I'd heard there had been work in using particular gasses to take the place of ice boxes, but now they've managed with electricity..!
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[He’s not drunk. He’s pretty sure he didn’t drink so much as to get this drunk. He’s learned from the horse-man. Which means this is real, probably, although Edward is not about to rule out the possibility of having gone mad the same way Vane did. Prison can scramble people’s brains something fierce.
Get a grip on yourself, Kenway.]
Cawl? It’s a stew my mother used to make, when I was a boy. Granted, she didn’t use that many carrots. [The rat is tossing in slices of carrot into the pot, unmindful of being filmed beyond the occasional cheery flick of his tail. Clearly he likes being on social media.] That’s all well and good, but my chief concern is if it’s made sure whatever it cooks is safe for me to eat. I’ve captained a ship, the rats there had rolled around in shit and rot and worse.
[As for the fridge:] Aye, it’s a useful marvel, all right. Never seen anything of its like before, and to think that it’s so common—you say they managed it with electricity?
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text | un: captainkenway
So you’re saying this is so common as to be almost unremarkable?
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2/2 - ten minutes later, with a slight buzz
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Text | UN: hikari-vi
[He asks like there's nothing weird about this at all]
text | un: captainkenway
It’s a cawl. It’s a kind of stew that my mother would make after a long day, when I was a child back in Swansea.
More carrots than she would’ve liked, though.
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A cawl? I've never had that, kind of stuff does it have in it?
But that's nice the rat's trying to make a familiar dish for you. They sound thoughtful.
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Anyway, I’m not a half-bad cook myself, though I do it rarely. I know how to make a cawl well enough.
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what's a cawl?
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video: UN: trienemybest
It's- it's honestly best not to think about that too hard. Sometimes you just get a rat who can cook and that's just what's happening.
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Well, so long as he washes himself first before he sets a paw on my food, I’ll leave him be. Damned rodent knows how to cook a cawl, and that’s more than I can say for the past three cooks the Jackdaw’s had.
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I'm pretty sure he will. I've seen them before, they've uh, they've got pretty high standards of food hygiene. Probably better than most of the fast-food places in the city. Cawl's really good!
Is the Jackdaw somewhere uh...where you came from? Like a pub? It sounds like a pub.
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text; un: goldenrose
I've learned that the sooner you suspend your disbelief, the easier it is to take things in this city as they come. This is from the perspective of a man who's only been here a month.
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A month? That’s fast. I’ve been here maybe a week and a half and I still can’t quite believe it myself.
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Give it time and you'll learn the ins, outs and intricacies. I admit my own existence is something of an anomaly and had I not been granted some knowledge of the modern world long beforehand, I would be as thrown off as you.
Diarmuid ua Duibhne, at your service.
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video; un: signorvespa
Yeah, no, some rats do that. It's a rat-thing — totally normal. In fact, I know two rats like that. They make great arepas, hah~
[ Fun Fact: it's not a normal "rat-thing." ]
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[In this, they share a lot in common with pirates.
The rat in the video flicks his tail in clear annoyance, shooting Edward, who’s behind the camera, a peeved look.]
I said ships’ rats. Are we on a ship?
[The rat shakes his head, mollified, and gets back to work.]
I’ve had arepas once before. Fair bit grittier than I would’ve liked. [He had shitty arepas made with shitty ingredients in a shitty little pirate town.] Are they any better here?
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Yeah, for sure. There's this restaurant, La Nuestra Casita — it's Colombian — they make the best arepas. Or, they used to. Long story. But. It's still good. Definitely go there. I don't think the rats cook there, though — only humans cook there. But they make great human food.
[ Totally normal way of phrasing that. He presses on, apropos of nothing: ]
Did you live on a ship before this? Are you a fisherman?
[ There's that slight airy tone kids get, clearly impressed at the thought that this guy might be a fisherman, wow~! ...'Pirate' doesn't even cross his mind. ]
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Video; un: Opera_Ghost
Video;
[Which is to say not at fuckin’ all.
The video’s still showing the rat, by the way, with only Edward’s voice as a giveaway to his presence. The rat is tasting the cawl, before he adds a dab of Worcestershire sauce.]
What even is that he’s adding? Molasses?
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