Actual Urban Fantasy Heroine Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
agestocome) wrote2013-08-23 02:44 pm
agestocome) wrote2013-08-23 02:44 pm
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plotting post
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[He should be used to this by now. Whether it was La Volpe or Antonio, people always seemed to know who he was before actually seeing him though it really was an entirely different matter here.
Meeting the greatest Mentor in the history of the Assassins was not something Ezio ever pictured happening to him, so pardon the momentary awed stare.]
Si. Altaïr it is an honor. [He bobs his head in a simple bow.]
Meeting the greatest Mentor in the history of the Assassins was not something Ezio ever pictured happening to him, so pardon the momentary awed stare.]
Si. Altaïr it is an honor. [He bobs his head in a simple bow.]
[ Perhaps the hoods have outlived their usefulness as a disguise, if they make them this easy to identify as a group.
Anyway, Altaïr nods back. The stare didn't go unnoticed, but his curiosity about this future Assassin is just as great. If what Desmond said is true, then Ezio is as important to their cause as he will be. And both of them too young here to know what it is they are meant to do. ]
The honour is mine as well. [ he tilts his head towards the hill beyond the village, where the manor stands. ] Come, we can talk more freely there.
Anyway, Altaïr nods back. The stare didn't go unnoticed, but his curiosity about this future Assassin is just as great. If what Desmond said is true, then Ezio is as important to their cause as he will be. And both of them too young here to know what it is they are meant to do. ]
The honour is mine as well. [ he tilts his head towards the hill beyond the village, where the manor stands. ] Come, we can talk more freely there.
[Usually Ezio was not overly compliant with taking orders but when Altaïr tells you to head towards the manor, you don't ask questions. He falls in step next to the master assassin and for the first time in his life words fail him.]
I understand this land is all owned by one man, this Connor. Why does he let so many stay here?
[Yeah small talk. That's good.]
I understand this land is all owned by one man, this Connor. Why does he let so many stay here?
[Yeah small talk. That's good.]
[ It's not your fault; he's spent the last year or so leading the Levantine order - dragging them, more like - because it's roughly like trying to herd a pack of cats through a puddle so
really
you didn't stand a chance. He smiles wryly at the question. ]
He would say no one owns this land. The people who live here look up to him as a protector, friend, and arbiter in times of trouble, not as a lord to govern them.
really
you didn't stand a chance. He smiles wryly at the question. ]
He would say no one owns this land. The people who live here look up to him as a protector, friend, and arbiter in times of trouble, not as a lord to govern them.
library, the town of glie
mandolin church, southern forte
cansycia remains
"fireflies" at moonflow
Did you forget about dinner? I've been waiting nearly half the hour.
This is quite irritating. If you don't want to eat tonight just tell me. I'm more than capable of fending for myself.
Fine then, do what you like. Come find me when you're ready and perhaps I'll be around.
If you lost track of time staring into the Apple again I'm going to be busy for quite a while though.
I'm going to break into your room. You can pay for the door if it turns out there was no need.
You fool. What trouble have you gotten yourself into?
[Between the whirlwind of arriving, being brought to Desmond's apartment, and meeting other Assassins, Malik has had a lot to keep him occupied in the past few days, even without wanting to go outside and get a better understanding of the city, thanks to the snow and the chill.
All this time, there's been a question weighing on Malik's mind that he hasn't had a chance to ask. It wasn't a question he could simply bring up in front of strangers, members of the Order or not, which is why it's taken him so long to ask it, but today, he is making the opportunity, seeking out the other Assassin wherever he can be found in Desmond's home.]
Altaïr, there is something we must discuss.
All this time, there's been a question weighing on Malik's mind that he hasn't had a chance to ask. It wasn't a question he could simply bring up in front of strangers, members of the Order or not, which is why it's taken him so long to ask it, but today, he is making the opportunity, seeking out the other Assassin wherever he can be found in Desmond's home.]
Altaïr, there is something we must discuss.
[ From what he's heard so far of the timing of Malik's own draconic abduction - and doesn't he have words for the creatures when they fail to warn or consult about them even after professing a care for human concerns - it was only a matter of time and finding the privacy before one or the other of them started this conversation. In the wake of festivities, Altaïr's temporary study has moved from the couch to Desmond's desk, and it's there Malik finds him. ]
Speak, then. [ There's little of the imperative in the two words. ]
Speak, then. [ There's little of the imperative in the two words. ]
[And with an invitation like that, Malik isn't going to waste any time with the most important of his questions.]
The Apple. Do you have it?
The Apple. Do you have it?
I do, though it remains safe in Seahaven for now. [ As much as he would have preferred, in hindsight, that it remained in Masyaf. He raises a hand to delay Malik's reply, needing to confirm something first. ] From your perspective, we had taken it from Al Mualim? Nothing more.
Yes. I had found you only for a moment when the dragon took me.
[And that wording isn't escaping him.] What of your perspective?
[And that wording isn't escaping him.] What of your perspective?
Perhaps such a moment is required, to attract a dragon's attention.
[ Times of choice or change, where reality is thinner. It isn't difficult to cast his mind back to that moment, the confusion of the master's dying taunts and the dizzying light from the device as Malik and his men broke through into the courtyard. A scene important enough that Desmond was kidnapped to relive it.
Still, it is something from his past. ]
It has been almost three years since that day. In that time, our attempts to hide or destroy the artifact have led only to failure, or betrayal. Against wise counsel it remained in my keeping... and so came here with me.
[ Times of choice or change, where reality is thinner. It isn't difficult to cast his mind back to that moment, the confusion of the master's dying taunts and the dizzying light from the device as Malik and his men broke through into the courtyard. A scene important enough that Desmond was kidnapped to relive it.
Still, it is something from his past. ]
It has been almost three years since that day. In that time, our attempts to hide or destroy the artifact have led only to failure, or betrayal. Against wise counsel it remained in my keeping... and so came here with me.
[Malik can only shrug at that judgement. He hasn't heard about nearly enough arrivals to make any distinction about why that would happen. And right now, the dragons and their actions aren't his foremost priority.]
Three years?
[If there was any chance that Malik was not going to pace his way through this conversation, it's gone now.]
What of our Brotherhood, in the time since then? [He's seen plenty of strange men claiming to be assassins, but none that he knows. In the meantime, though, the wheels in his head keep turning, bringing his attention back to the Apple once more.] Is there nothing in this place that could destroy that wretched device?
Three years?
[If there was any chance that Malik was not going to pace his way through this conversation, it's gone now.]
What of our Brotherhood, in the time since then? [He's seen plenty of strange men claiming to be assassins, but none that he knows. In the meantime, though, the wheels in his head keep turning, bringing his attention back to the Apple once more.] Is there nothing in this place that could destroy that wretched device?
R U ALIVE PLS RESPOND ASAP WTF ALTAIR
[ Okay typing isn't going anywhere so he just activates the video instead; maybe Desmond really didn't need to see a half-dressed, blood-stained Altaïr but at least it's a response.
He looks more serene than anyone trying to stem the bleeding from a knife wound to the shoulder has any right to, really, but that's mostly just his face and the fact that he doesn't need Desmond panicking on top of the sword-wielding flight risk that is Maria. ]
Peace, I still live.
He looks more serene than anyone trying to stem the bleeding from a knife wound to the shoulder has any right to, really, but that's mostly just his face and the fact that he doesn't need Desmond panicking on top of the sword-wielding flight risk that is Maria. ]
Peace, I still live.
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