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exsiliumlogs2013-03-07 01:04 am
livethecreed) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-03-07 01:04 am
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Date & Time: March 6th, the afternoon
Location: Wandering throughout the city
Characters: Altaïr and anyone who wants to join
Summary: Altaïr is wandering through the city, learning the layout of the area.
Warnings: There may be brief moments of violence, depending on who he runs into.
[He'd spent the days since arriving to this new world exploring the city he'd found himself in: learned the best escape routes and vantage points, familiarized himself with the way the city moved and breathed, watched others use the tablet he'd been given so as to learn. And it was time well spent in his opinion. Even though his robes were vastly outlandish compared to the clothes others were wearing, he was now able to weave his way through the streets without catching anyone's eye, could vanish into the crowds as needed. It was enough to put him more at ease with his new circumstances.
That said, he was still angry. He'd been pulled, without warning, from his home and people before he could learn of their fate. The villagers and Order members could still be under the control of the Apple or they could have perished with Al Mualim (the traitor, couldn't let himself forget he betrayed them all), the Apple being the only thing letting them survive. He was the only one the cursed Apple of Eden had responded too after the traitor had died. He was the only one who could lift the haze that had descended upon all but he and Malik. And he was trapped, here, in a world which appeared on the brink of death, forced to perform tasks for cause not his own. It was maddening.
His anger overpowered him for a moment and he pushed a body from in front of him, making his presence stand out. Knowing he'd most likely been spotted, Altaïr ducked quickly to the side, hoping to hide himself among the shadows and continue on his way once the other had moved on.]
Location: Wandering throughout the city
Characters: Altaïr and anyone who wants to join
Summary: Altaïr is wandering through the city, learning the layout of the area.
Warnings: There may be brief moments of violence, depending on who he runs into.
[He'd spent the days since arriving to this new world exploring the city he'd found himself in: learned the best escape routes and vantage points, familiarized himself with the way the city moved and breathed, watched others use the tablet he'd been given so as to learn. And it was time well spent in his opinion. Even though his robes were vastly outlandish compared to the clothes others were wearing, he was now able to weave his way through the streets without catching anyone's eye, could vanish into the crowds as needed. It was enough to put him more at ease with his new circumstances.
That said, he was still angry. He'd been pulled, without warning, from his home and people before he could learn of their fate. The villagers and Order members could still be under the control of the Apple or they could have perished with Al Mualim (the traitor, couldn't let himself forget he betrayed them all), the Apple being the only thing letting them survive. He was the only one the cursed Apple of Eden had responded too after the traitor had died. He was the only one who could lift the haze that had descended upon all but he and Malik. And he was trapped, here, in a world which appeared on the brink of death, forced to perform tasks for cause not his own. It was maddening.
His anger overpowered him for a moment and he pushed a body from in front of him, making his presence stand out. Knowing he'd most likely been spotted, Altaïr ducked quickly to the side, hoping to hide himself among the shadows and continue on his way once the other had moved on.]
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So other cities have their greetings, too? I've never heard of that before.