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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[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.]
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.]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[For all that he's been trying to help Desmond, nothing prepared Connor for seeing what could only be Altaïr in dragon form as well. Reading a book as though nothing is strange about this situation whatsoever. Connor casts his eyes up to the heavens, letting out a sigh of exasperation, then strides into the room.]
They did this to you, as well? [The jury is still out on who "they" are -- other dragons, more mischievous fairies, or something else entirely. Whoever's responsible, Connor is starting to get tired of this.] Why did you not tell me as soon as you transformed?
They did this to you, as well? [The jury is still out on who "they" are -- other dragons, more mischievous fairies, or something else entirely. Whoever's responsible, Connor is starting to get tired of this.] Why did you not tell me as soon as you transformed?
I didn't see a need. [ He pauses, having not spoken in this shape yet. The sensation is unpleasant. He sits up properly, wings mantling in a movement that took over an hour to get right, in case that makes it easier. ]
Unless you found a cure in the time since we last spoke, in which case my apologies.
Unless you found a cure in the time since we last spoke, in which case my apologies.
I have not, but...
[He'd still want to know, because he worries. Not that he'd tell Altaïr after being on the receiving end of dat sass.]
Are you just going to sit and read and expect me to find one for you, then? [He casts an eye over the shredded bed and hopes Altaïr won't damage that book. If Achilles were here he'd be throwing fits about dragons that need to get off his lawn and stop ruining his property.]
[He'd still want to know, because he worries. Not that he'd tell Altaïr after being on the receiving end of dat sass.]
Are you just going to sit and read and expect me to find one for you, then? [He casts an eye over the shredded bed and hopes Altaïr won't damage that book. If Achilles were here he'd be throwing fits about dragons that need to get off his lawn and stop ruining his property.]
[ Have you ever seen a dragon trying not to look affronted, Connor. Because congrats. The book he slides to the side as he gets to his feet, flipping the cover closed with the pad of one toe. Missing one of his toes on his forepaw gives him a little more dexterity, ironically. ] I needed time to adjust to this shape.
[ He follows the look towards the bed. In retrospect he should have slept on something less expensive until the danger of spontaneously becoming a lizard had passed. At least he sounds mildly ashamed; he fully intends to either repair or replace the bedclothes as an act of good faith. ] As you can see.
[ He follows the look towards the bed. In retrospect he should have slept on something less expensive until the danger of spontaneously becoming a lizard had passed. At least he sounds mildly ashamed; he fully intends to either repair or replace the bedclothes as an act of good faith. ] As you can see.
[Connor just shakes his head and crosses his arms. Yes, he can see it, and he has no idea what he's doing to do with two Assassins-turned-dragons. Looking after Korrin is much easier than this: at least she knows how to be a dragon.]
This is not the first time such an incident has occured, but we were able to find the one responsible within a week. If we are able to do the same this time, you and Desmond will not be trapped as you are for long.
This is not the first time such an incident has occured, but we were able to find the one responsible within a week. If we are able to do the same this time, you and Desmond will not be trapped as you are for long.
[ Don't worry, Connor. Altaïr is small enough to be self-sufficient. ] Good. There are advantages to this form, but not as many as I'd imagined. Were you looking for me?
[He nods.] I was going to ask if you wished to join me for hunting, for Desmond. I thought perhaps I could show you some of what I know. But as you are now...
[Well, he's not exactly going to be offering treerunning lessons to a dragon.]
[Well, he's not exactly going to be offering treerunning lessons to a dragon.]
[ He'd been anticipating their expedition. Navigating this new country is difficult enough, he wants to be more sure of himself before venturing forth into other havens. If at all possible, he'd prefer to accompany Connor, dragon or not. Experimentally, he spreads his wings to see how his coordination's doing; apparently the movement satisfies him. His eyes are better than ever. No reason to put it off. ]
Dragons are predators; I'll surely be of use in the hunt. [ his feathers all but puff up. ] I may still watch you, even if I cannot move like myself.
Dragons are predators; I'll surely be of use in the hunt. [ his feathers all but puff up. ] I may still watch you, even if I cannot move like myself.
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
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
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
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
2013-09-18 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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.
At present, yes.
[text] responsible friend deflecting potential assassins a+
agestocome
2013-09-18 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He is safer there. As are you.
It was one of the reasons we chose for me to head here to begin with.
I'll stay by his side as long as he wants. I mean no ill intent against him... not anymore.
I'll stay by his side as long as he wants. I mean no ill intent against him... not anymore.
You mean no ill intent against Desmond since he was forced to kill you. [ He's been told the same from his targets, so sure. If the man is currently lying insensible somewhere in her house, that's proof enough that she isn't about to try for revenge. ]
What was your link to the Templars? You do not have to answer, but it will benefit us all if you do.
What was your link to the Templars? You do not have to answer, but it will benefit us all if you do.
That's part of it. [The other is purely incidental that it's after her death; that it's here she's not part of the war. No schedules. Nothing.] There is much I never wanted for him.
[She deliberates, over the latter. It's a story many would not be willing to listen to, and why should they? But nothing is ever so black and white. If anyone were to understand that...
She hasn't really told anyone in as many words, except hints, to Desmond, and it seems for his sake he'll be getting the whole story whether he asks her or not given the events of today. But... alright. The reply is slow, deliberate.]
Originally, I was planted. I was forced to cut ties with the Assassins when I was seventeen, to better penetrate Abstergo Industries - that's the front for the modern day Templars. The next I heard from the Assassins directly was not for another seven years. Not until four months past, actually.
In the end, I deferred.
I don't know what to think of them anymore. But back then, I was alone, isolated, tossed aside by the Brotherhood. Abstergo needed me to work on the Animus, to be of use. I thought they understood humanity. I thought they cared about it.
But that was before Sixteen - Clay. He was in Desmond's memories. It wasn't long after when I became a liability.
[She doesn't specify, but in terms of these Orders, well. They wanted her dead.
This is probably the most honest she's been about herself for a long time. Blame Desmond's vodka.]
[She deliberates, over the latter. It's a story many would not be willing to listen to, and why should they? But nothing is ever so black and white. If anyone were to understand that...
She hasn't really told anyone in as many words, except hints, to Desmond, and it seems for his sake he'll be getting the whole story whether he asks her or not given the events of today. But... alright. The reply is slow, deliberate.]
Originally, I was planted. I was forced to cut ties with the Assassins when I was seventeen, to better penetrate Abstergo Industries - that's the front for the modern day Templars. The next I heard from the Assassins directly was not for another seven years. Not until four months past, actually.
In the end, I deferred.
I don't know what to think of them anymore. But back then, I was alone, isolated, tossed aside by the Brotherhood. Abstergo needed me to work on the Animus, to be of use. I thought they understood humanity. I thought they cared about it.
But that was before Sixteen - Clay. He was in Desmond's memories. It wasn't long after when I became a liability.
[She doesn't specify, but in terms of these Orders, well. They wanted her dead.
This is probably the most honest she's been about herself for a long time. Blame Desmond's vodka.]
Edited (I KEEP BREAKING HTML gdit) 2013-09-19 13:06 (UTC)
It is not surprising that you lost faith.
The Templars have no influence and this is not our world to fight over. Do you still intend to continue their cause?
The Templars have no influence and this is not our world to fight over. Do you still intend to continue their cause?
No.
I wanted it to be over for a long time before coming here. That hasn't changed.
I wanted it to be over for a long time before coming here. That hasn't changed.
I will speak with Connor on your behalf.
You don't have to...
[There's a pause until the rest comes in. She's currently looked at a half passed out, pizza fed and intoxicated Desmond. As much as she thinks she doesn't deserve that chance to reconcile...
He does.]
But I would appreciate it. Thank you, Altaïr.
[There's a pause until the rest comes in. She's currently looked at a half passed out, pizza fed and intoxicated Desmond. As much as she thinks she doesn't deserve that chance to reconcile...
He does.]
But I would appreciate it. Thank you, Altaïr.
[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?]
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?]
[ 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?
So it's unsurprising that Ezio is approached by him soon afterwards. ]
You are Ezio Auditore?
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