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[livethecreed]

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.]

Comments

[punk_cute]

[Kanji had been shopping, and was carrying a bag of interesting fabrics, some yarn and some thread. He was pleased with his finds, and not paying the least bit attention to anyone behind him. He was too concerned with bumping into someone else, with the rain making people tend to duck their heads.

So when he got pushed suddenly, he wasn't expecting it at all, and stumbled, nearly dropping the bag. The thought of his precious finds getting ruined only increased the insult and when Kanji rounded on where he thought the person who shoved him was, he was angry. And loud.]

Hey! What the hell was that for, punk?

[wolfmd]

[Out of the city or not, Isaac needed to run, and run far, each day to keep himself from bursting with too much restless energy. He tried to pick a new route every day, to keep from being bored, and also to keep his senses on alert. One too many close calls had convinced him of the necessity of being a little more watchful.

Still, he heard the commotion of someone being pushed and stumbling before the motion caught his eye. But once he was alerted, the motion kept his attention. The urge to chase was there as it always was when there was something moving quickly, but he could dismiss it. No, it was the flash of white that might be a hood.

Connor...?

No, Isaac doubted that, but it ignited his curiosity all the same. So he set off at a quick jog towards where he was sure the flash of white had disappeared to. If nothing else it would make his run more interesting!]

[for_guild_justice]

[Clive spent much of his time in the same way, watching and slipping from shadow to shadow. He had no time for the commoners, but his itch to be productive in his own way was growing. He didn't agree with the two missions he had gone on in this place, not that he didn't appreciate stealth. It was more he didn't appreciate the vast array of technology used to push them around like slaves.

He crouched in the shadows, eyes flicking to sight a man of very interesting talents. They were like his own, fleet of foot, certain, and had the ability to blend in... even in that white cloak. Only Elza had the audacity to wear white he had thought, but it seemed that the little thieves, assassins or just plain stealthy ones had the same outlandish notions.

He didn't move when his shadow became occupied by that man. It was big enough for the both of them. He had noted a foolish shove when he saw one.] That was stupid. All that work blending in just to let off some steam on a poor pathetic commoner. Nice footwork by the way.... You are skilled I see.

[freewoman]

[She's learned well enough of the city from the few months she's been around. That isn't to say she can spot people blending in. But she's been trying to acquiring things, and what caught her attention is the kid nearly falling forward, apparently being pushed.

He isn't the first hooded man in one of those robes she's met. It catches her attention enough to start to follow, abandoning her bantering to one of the shop owners she was talking to. Her own furs up, Ygritte is behind him-- cautious but still curious. He seems to know the city well enough, someone versed in escaping, someone who knows how to get out.

She wonders if he's ever been out of the city.]

[mentore]

[Ezio had fallen into a slight routine by now, much against his wishes. Repetitive as it may be, it has its few advantages, such as learning the routes by simple impulse, noticing the subtle changes on the day to day basis.

Seeing another in a white hooded robe sulking about.

The man's movements are fluid, quick, but in the split second he lets up, shoves another aside, the beak of this man's hoods is obvious.

Now Ezio weaves between the people, far less harsh in the shoves than this other, following him. Could it be? Another of the Brotherhood?]

[limitstorm]

[ quiet as usual, riku weaved in and out of the crowd as he intended to bring his satchel back to his unit to make something for lunch.

after spending a year here, he knew most of the city like he knew the back of his hand; which alleyway was a dead end and which lead into a shortcut. at first, he didn't even notice altaïr--he'd blended in perfectly--and strode ahead like it was nothing.

at least, until he heard a surprised shout from a native. he turned sharply to catch their elbow and right them, seeing a glimpse of white out of the corner of his eye. --weird. no, not weird. as he let go of the man's arm and ushered him along, eyes grazing along the shadow lines.

someone was there. he could feel it in the tremor of his darkness, in the scent in the air. he'd seen that flash of white before; but that was on connor. on a man who called himself ezio. this wasn't a presence he'd ever met before, and he knew most. ... he closed his eyes to follow along, wondering just what connected connor, ezio and this man and why, it seemed, that they were so unlike each other, but had similar steps. ]