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Network Prompts
ONE: WAKEY WAKEY You're drawn out of your slumber when your tablet emits an earsplitting SCREECH. No amount of shaking it or hitting it will get it to shut up for five whole minutes, but at the very end it cuts itself off what sounds like a piercing scream. Well, that was weird. Maybe you should check in on the network - someone might have an idea of what that was. Or maybe they'll be just as lost as you are. At least you can all be confused together...
TWO: DON'T LET THE BEDBUGS BITE... It's past curfew, and you've been locked in for the night. But for some reason, you just can't manage to get to sleep. Nightmares giving you grief? General insomnia problems? Well, at least you've got the network to keep you company. Maybe you can get someone to tell you a bedtime story.
Action Prompts
THREE: INCONVENIENCE STORE Congratulations, you've managed to stumble upon the Mallard River Market! But you're not alone. Among the shelves of junk food (just as well-stocked as you would expect from any normal store) you'll find one - or more! - other people there with you. Here's hoping you're not both after the same box of Frosted Toaster Pastries, because things could get ugly fast. Don't linger too long, either; at 7PM, you'll be compelled to leave whether you want to or not and will only have about an hour to find somewhere to take shelter...
FOUR: RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN It's late. It's cold. There's a bunch of snow around you and you can sort of make out vague shapes in the distance that might be buildings, but in these conditions it's hard to tell. Regardless of what they are, though, you're going to want to hustle - if it hits 8PM and you're still outside, you're not going to make it through the night. Perhaps that person up ahead can help you? Or - if you're already safe and sound - maybe you should head outside to get that poor soul struggling outside in to shelter before they freeze. Good luck!
"I would say the same," murmured with his eyes closed, face still bent over the hot bowl. Only when he felt ready did Altaïr take a few careful sips of the broth. If it had been poisoned she may as well have left him in the cold, he reasoned, and had an easier time of his death. Altaïr did not think she meant him any harm but he could not help the thought which crossed his mind passingly as he swallowed.
A sigh left his mouth as the first real warmth seeped into him thanks to the hot liquid down his throat. It felt like a god send. Altaïr took one more sip before he lifted his head to answer her question.
"I am from Syria, by the Byzantine Sea." She had no reason to know it was specifically in Masyaf just as it was safer for him not to know where exactly her local bureau or master sect was housed. "You?"
Jun hadn't had another bowl, the thought to take a second hadn't occured at the time and she hadn't really needed one either. There was enough to carry as it was, and every little bit of weight mattered in the end.
"China, though I have seen many of our brothers and sisters between there and Italy." She answered, nodding. "This is not my first time far from home, though I prefer most other places I have been to here."
Even the prison hadn't been as unpleasant as here, as much as hanging in a cage had been an annoyance there was a known plan of escape then and the chance to do so. There was also the fact of being short every weapon save herself, but there was little to be done about that at the moment.
"Are there others here? We should stay together either way, there is safety in numbers."
"In numb-- in numbers..." Altaïr stopped and stared to the side, fighting against a giant sneeze which came despite his best efforts to quell it. The hot soup sloshed in the bowl thought with some luck only a little spilled onto his hand. Altaïr squeezed his eyes shut and cleared his throat before looking up to the woman again.
"...in numbers we draw more attention to ourselves." Generally speaking anyway, when on missions. Sects of assassins were more efficient for a gathering place of training, shared knowledge, and decisions on tactics and targets. Altaïr frowned slightly then shook his head. This was not a situation like he had experienced before. Sometimes he had been very alone in his missions against poor odds but he was able to rely on himself and his combat skills to get through.
Here, he did not know who his enemy even was, as it seemed it was the land and weather itself! These were not conditions in which he was able to use pure strength and perseverance to a winning advantage. "Perhaps here, it will be a risk we must take," he had to admit. "I know of no others but us two."
Jun ducked her head, hiding her amusement at his sneeze.
"Two is better than being alone." She nodded, adding a bit of wood to the fire. "Especially when we do not yet know who we can trust at our backs or when our eyes are closed."
Even then, she had heard stories both old and more recent of Assassins turning on their own. Betrayal was hard on them, worse if it caused the end of a group of them. They always recovered though, and rebuilt. Ezio had done it in Italy and it had been enough for her and her own Mentor to make the journey to meet him and learn.
"Forgive me, but how are you in unarmed combat? I can help you practice, if you need it. Motion will help you warm up some."
His limbs felt heavy and tired, and Altaïr wanted little more than to curl up there and sleep. However, his pride would not let him, and neither would her words which seemed a challenge to him. It was not within his personality to take any challenge to his abilities lightly and her words earned her a long look from him before he took another sip from the bowl.
The broth felt warm and revitalizing, and Altaïr gathered enough strength to stand up and set the bowl aside. He shrugged off the blanket and began stretching his back, shoulders and fingers. "I am better with the blade," he admitted, not being humble but rather stating a fact.
"Sadly we do not have blades on hand." She pointed out bluntly, rising in a fluid motion.
There was a certain grace to the way she moved, one born of a perfect awareness of her own body and how it can or cannot move. Good as she is with a sword in hand, she's spent far more of her life using her hands and the blade usually in her foot to end lives when needed.
She moves around to face him, balance shifted to the balls of her feet.
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A sigh left his mouth as the first real warmth seeped into him thanks to the hot liquid down his throat. It felt like a god send. Altaïr took one more sip before he lifted his head to answer her question.
"I am from Syria, by the Byzantine Sea." She had no reason to know it was specifically in Masyaf just as it was safer for him not to know where exactly her local bureau or master sect was housed. "You?"
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"China, though I have seen many of our brothers and sisters between there and Italy." She answered, nodding. "This is not my first time far from home, though I prefer most other places I have been to here."
Even the prison hadn't been as unpleasant as here, as much as hanging in a cage had been an annoyance there was a known plan of escape then and the chance to do so. There was also the fact of being short every weapon save herself, but there was little to be done about that at the moment.
"Are there others here? We should stay together either way, there is safety in numbers."
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"...in numbers we draw more attention to ourselves." Generally speaking anyway, when on missions. Sects of assassins were more efficient for a gathering place of training, shared knowledge, and decisions on tactics and targets. Altaïr frowned slightly then shook his head. This was not a situation like he had experienced before. Sometimes he had been very alone in his missions against poor odds but he was able to rely on himself and his combat skills to get through.
Here, he did not know who his enemy even was, as it seemed it was the land and weather itself! These were not conditions in which he was able to use pure strength and perseverance to a winning advantage. "Perhaps here, it will be a risk we must take," he had to admit. "I know of no others but us two."
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"Two is better than being alone." She nodded, adding a bit of wood to the fire. "Especially when we do not yet know who we can trust at our backs or when our eyes are closed."
Even then, she had heard stories both old and more recent of Assassins turning on their own. Betrayal was hard on them, worse if it caused the end of a group of them. They always recovered though, and rebuilt. Ezio had done it in Italy and it had been enough for her and her own Mentor to make the journey to meet him and learn.
"Forgive me, but how are you in unarmed combat? I can help you practice, if you need it. Motion will help you warm up some."
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The broth felt warm and revitalizing, and Altaïr gathered enough strength to stand up and set the bowl aside. He shrugged off the blanket and began stretching his back, shoulders and fingers. "I am better with the blade," he admitted, not being humble but rather stating a fact.
no subject
There was a certain grace to the way she moved, one born of a perfect awareness of her own body and how it can or cannot move. Good as she is with a sword in hand, she's spent far more of her life using her hands and the blade usually in her foot to end lives when needed.
She moves around to face him, balance shifted to the balls of her feet.
"When you are ready."