Rest if you need to...

[theflyingone]

Date & Time: November 6th
Location: The clinic
Characters: Feferi Peixes fintastic and Altaïr ibn La-Ahad theflyingone
Summary: 12th century assassin meets a troll for the first time.
Warnings: Talk of recent space zombie invasion probably


Unsurprisingly, Altaïr had used up his supply of bandages. The creatures that had appeared in the Agriculture Wing had been unlike anyone – rather, anything – he'd fought before. His training as an Assassin had not anticipated reanimated corpses, but it had stressed being adaptable and prepared for anything. And he is still alive, if a bit battered.

Speaking of being prepared, he intends to restock at the clinic. He enters, but instead of staring at the unfamiliar objects and technology, he notices (how can he not) a girl with grey skin and horns. What...

There are all sorts of people here, he knows that, but this is unprecedented. His curiosity gets the better of him. He wonders if he can just... sort of... drift over for a closer look...

Comments

[fintastic]

Feferi tends to come by the clinic at odd or sporadic hours; much of her time is spent at the DITR office, but the clinic is still something special to her and she makes it a point to check in some of her time, especially being up at such strange hours.

She's tending to some files in a drawer when she hears someone enter and looks up Giving him a quick once-over and doesn't see any profuse bleeding, and gives a smile.

"Hi there! Can I help you?"

[theflyingone]

[ Altaïr isn't smiling back, especially since he's on business. But the robed man armed to the teeth gives an awkward nod in return. Luckily, his hood hides most of his staring. He tries to curb that anyway, as he steps near the drawer. ]

Yes. I need some bandages and ointment. Extra, if you can spare it. It would be wise to carry some on me should something like those creatures attack again.

[ There is that ever-present solemn chill to his voice, but it is lightened with a measured earnestness. ]

[fintastic]

[ She just nods and starts for a drawer. ]

Actually we have some first aid kits for situations exactly like that! I can give you one of those, it has everything useful in it!

[theflyingone]

Ah, good. [ His relief shows in the relaxing of his shoulders and his small sigh. ] I had worried supplies were low. I had heard that more could be gotten using the Transporter to travel to different lands. But its mechanism is... so strange.

[ People walk onto that pad and disappear. They do come back, but... he doesn't feel ready to try dangerous, unfamiliar machines and trust his life to those who have kept him here against his will. ]

[fintastic]

Have you gone on any missions yet?

[ She comes up with the kit and offers it out. ]

It's pretty fun, and you get to see all kinds of different places and times on Earth, plus you get to do something useful!

[theflyingone]

I know these missions are important for gathering supplies, but...

[ He doesn't trust the Initiative with transporting him in such a strange way to unfamiliar lands. What if their machine broke and he couldn't get back? What if they realized his intentions and marked him for death? It would be easy to disguise his death as a simple malfunction of the Transporter.

And then there were the space zombies. ]

Just days ago we were attacked by monsters. I think I will stay here and lend my blade until I know there aren't any more unwanted surprises.

[ Coming back to a base full of corpses is not his idea of fun. He'd feel terrible if he let such a thing come to pass. He scowls. ]

What were the Initiative thinking, bringing us here?

[fintastic]

What do you mean?

[ She gives him a partly confused look. Not that she isn't used to people saying that sort of thing, but she's a little tired of hearing it, too. ]

They brought us here to help fight the UE, so our worlds don't get destroyed.

[theflyingone]

Kidnapped, you mean. And they do themselves no favors toying with our lives.

[ He can't blame them for those undead creatures (or can he? Was it a setup?), but being shanghaied against his will was enough. Months ago, he risked his life to free slaves consigned to the same fate, taken far from their homes to serve the Templars' mad schemes. He shakes his head restlessly. ]

And what's this about our worlds? Aren't they only invested in their own?

[ Why would the Initiative say their worlds were in danger? Surely the UE isn't trying to steal the Transporter and mount an attack on their home worlds. But the idea enters his thoughts, because he must take all possibilities into account. His training would have been for nothing if he didn't. ]