Altaïr||001; They say "we're never leaving this place alive"
Who: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad & Desmond Miles
What: Il Mentore is gone, the remaining Assassins have to talk
Where: The Den
When: Morning - backdated to the morning after Ezio disappears
Rating: pg-13 because Desmond has no manners
Almost two months in Aliunde, two months of exploring as far as he could in a day, mapping out the varying routes and taking photographs as per Desmond's suggestion - it is far quicker than drawing maps, he will admit. Then this morning, he opened his eyes and suddenly the world was plunged into a dark haze that had him staggering until he screwed his eyes shut and waited for it to pass; there were too few to test it on here but he knew what it was when he tried again. His Eagle Vision. Returned to him once more. It was enough to put a certain spring in his step as he awoke, ready to tell Ezio the good news as he moved about the den, mostly in his robes sans the hood and of course most of his weapons, looking for the other Assassin.
He'd barely been in the city two months and he already felt close to the other members of the Order he'd met here, whether they shared blood or not. There were centuries between when they had lived and yet it mattered very little because they shared a common purpose, a common purpose Desmond would be the one to see to the end most likely. Regaining his vision was something to be shared with Ezio and Desmond but there was no sign of him and when he went to check the phone, the name was not listed. He wasn't overly proficient with it but that meant something and so he left Desmond a brief message, asking him to come to the den immediately, that they must talk.
Ezio was gone, most likely, and now they must decide how they will lead the Order in Aliunde. It was presumptuous to assume, and he would ask for Desmond's input often, but Altaïr knew he would be the leader now. After all he was the one who changed the Order, as he had been told on his arrival by the others, one his blood and one not but still, they both were family to him already, he and Ezio the two to teach Desmond, imparting the wisdom of their lives to guide him. In Masyaf Altaïr was already the Master, taking over from Al Mualim to guide his brothers but here there was so much that was new to him that he barely knew where to begin. He hoped Desmond would arrive with due haste.
When his descendant arrives, he will find his remaining ancestor in the cushioned area they sat when he arrived, head bowed, arms folded, legs crossed but there is a certain slump to his shoulders that betrays his mood. Even the hawk seems to have picked up on the mood its master gives off and it is quiet in a corner, preening itself instead of flying around or screeching for attention as it so often does.
What: Il Mentore is gone, the remaining Assassins have to talk
Where: The Den
When: Morning - backdated to the morning after Ezio disappears
Rating: pg-13 because Desmond has no manners
Almost two months in Aliunde, two months of exploring as far as he could in a day, mapping out the varying routes and taking photographs as per Desmond's suggestion - it is far quicker than drawing maps, he will admit. Then this morning, he opened his eyes and suddenly the world was plunged into a dark haze that had him staggering until he screwed his eyes shut and waited for it to pass; there were too few to test it on here but he knew what it was when he tried again. His Eagle Vision. Returned to him once more. It was enough to put a certain spring in his step as he awoke, ready to tell Ezio the good news as he moved about the den, mostly in his robes sans the hood and of course most of his weapons, looking for the other Assassin.
He'd barely been in the city two months and he already felt close to the other members of the Order he'd met here, whether they shared blood or not. There were centuries between when they had lived and yet it mattered very little because they shared a common purpose, a common purpose Desmond would be the one to see to the end most likely. Regaining his vision was something to be shared with Ezio and Desmond but there was no sign of him and when he went to check the phone, the name was not listed. He wasn't overly proficient with it but that meant something and so he left Desmond a brief message, asking him to come to the den immediately, that they must talk.
Ezio was gone, most likely, and now they must decide how they will lead the Order in Aliunde. It was presumptuous to assume, and he would ask for Desmond's input often, but Altaïr knew he would be the leader now. After all he was the one who changed the Order, as he had been told on his arrival by the others, one his blood and one not but still, they both were family to him already, he and Ezio the two to teach Desmond, imparting the wisdom of their lives to guide him. In Masyaf Altaïr was already the Master, taking over from Al Mualim to guide his brothers but here there was so much that was new to him that he barely knew where to begin. He hoped Desmond would arrive with due haste.
When his descendant arrives, he will find his remaining ancestor in the cushioned area they sat when he arrived, head bowed, arms folded, legs crossed but there is a certain slump to his shoulders that betrays his mood. Even the hawk seems to have picked up on the mood its master gives off and it is quiet in a corner, preening itself instead of flying around or screeching for attention as it so often does.