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[agestocome]

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fluffy dragon petting u no u no

[lifescratched]

[Altaïr is a quiet type, probably even quieter than Connor, so he's easy to miss around the manor. Still, Connor hasn't seen him this morning, and he has no idea why the other Assassin would just take off and leave without notice. He has to still be around somewhere.

So Connor will be going from room to room, checking each in turn. He thinks he can hear a sound like claws on wood and the rustling of birds' wings, but he's pretty sure he's just imagining it... This big old house sometimes plays tricks on the ears.]

he's in his room :Tb

[agestocome]

[ Even Altaïr's panicking was relatively quiet; his episode that morning had been muffled by wings fouled in bedsheets and the surprising pain of some kind of flight-feather getting bent out of shape as an 'arm' hit the headboard. Being a six-limbed flying lizard is much more difficult on a mechanical level than he'd ever imagined, and he realises now that he hasn't been giving his ancestor much credit.

It isn't entirely unexpected; Desmond's difficulties have prepared him for the eventuality. Luckily. By mid-morning, and about when he's missed, he's well over the shock and has managed to seat himself neatly in a coil of tail and feathers on his desk to continue reading the treatise on achromatic telescopes he'd liberated from a shelf elsewhere in the manor the previous evening. He's interested in the potential when combined with his vision, but actually acquiring one will need to wait until he has thumbs again. He keeps his rune nearby to monitor any progress on the causes behind the transformation, but isn't about to just leave the homestead without notifying anyone.

Engrossed as he is, he still notices when someone - Connor, most likely - starts to move around the manor. He places a claw against the page to mark his place, and looks up as the other Assassin comes into view in the hallway. ]

text; 1/idk again let's just be a mess everywhere

[failscendant]

so i guess connor told you im an asshole

did he tell you im sorry were the wooooooooooorst twins ever i mean sorry like you were an asshole but you got better n im just like asshole of assholes

idk if ill be around i think he wanted to shoot me in the face guess im lucky but

i wanted us to all talk

big kids table

but no

sorry

[failscendant]

on a sclae of 1 to olbivion how made is he??? :(

i kno how hard dbag dads are daddy issues the family thats us we could have a tv show murder and dads

psl dnt come here gotta fix oen thing b4 it all goes 2 shit again

[text] sometime after desmond's drunk texts subside also hello this is desmond's rune

[crossdarkens]

This is Lucy.

Desmond's not taking today very well, but I suppose you have evidence of that. He's not really sober and I apologise.

I'll try to make sure he doesn't get hold of this again before he is.

[text] hello desmond's rune

[agestocome]

He is with you in Seahaven?

Meanwhile wandering the Homestead...

[vengefulblades]

[He tried his best to be inconspicuous but he was used to falling into pace with bustling crowds, not ducking behind trees or stumbling through bushes. The landscape was picturesque though Ezio did not take the time to admire it as he made his way loudly through the woods. It was not until he came across what looked like a settlement that he paused to actually look around.

People were going about their lives, most did not even stop to give Ezio a second glance. None of them looked like Altaïr. His hand moved to where he kept the Codex before could stop it, fingers moving against the pouch nervously.

Where exactly was he supposed to meet him again?]

This is what Eagle Vision is for

[agestocome]

[ Whether fortunate or unfortunate, Ezio's fish-out-of-water behaviour makes him very easy to find. Mainly because when Altaïr heads down into the homestead proper, he is beset by friendly questions from the hunters and farmers about whether he's seen the newcomer yet. He hasn't, but they're more than happy to remedy that by pointing him out.

So it's unsurprising that Ezio is approached by him soon afterwards. ]

You are Ezio Auditore?

instagram

[failscendant]

library, the town of glie


mandolin church, southern forte


cansycia remains


"fireflies" at moonflow

text; the night some idiot gets kidnapped

[givetheslip]

Did you forget about dinner? I've been waiting nearly half the hour.

text;

[givetheslip]

Altaïr?

text;

[givetheslip]

This is quite irritating. If you don't want to eat tonight just tell me. I'm more than capable of fending for myself.

text;

[givetheslip]

Fine then, do what you like. Come find me when you're ready and perhaps I'll be around.

text;

[givetheslip]

If you lost track of time staring into the Apple again I'm going to be busy for quite a while though.

text;

[givetheslip]

At least a week. Maybe several.

text;

[givetheslip]

WHERE ARE YOU?

text;

[givetheslip]

I'm going to break into your room. You can pay for the door if it turns out there was no need.

text;

[givetheslip]

Actually you can pay for it anyway.

[givetheslip]

[Some time later]

text;

[givetheslip]

You fool. What trouble have you gotten yourself into?

Action at Old City

[disarmedbyenvy]

[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.

[agestocome]

[ 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. ]

text; thnx stabgran

[failscendant]

R U ALIVE PLS RESPOND ASAP WTF ALTAIR

video; oh my fudsfkkfdgdf crying

[agestocome]

[ 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.

guiltydog.txt;

[givetheslip]

I'm sorry.

text 1/2; backdated to sailing to Seahaven

[foxsays]

[All aboard the drunk boat aka she probably promised she would ask you in person but fuck it she's awake in her new cabin and worried and drunk.]

agltair what the fuck i thought you were a pilgrim but you kidnapped qmaria and she loves you? you don't juxst kidnaup ladies? or anyone?

2/2

[foxsays]

arie oyu actually a spy?