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paradisalogs2014-05-03 02:44 am
theflyingone) wrote in paradisalogs2014-05-03 02:44 am
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It seems my students do not fully understand...
Who: Altaïr and YOU
What: Defense class, which is secretly a spy class, which is secretly a way for Altaïr to find some allies. Or so he hopes.
When: May 1-3, any hour; please specify date + time
Where: City's craftsmen district
Rating: PG? for sparring and mention of killing.
Altaïr conducted much of his work—spying, subterfuge, assassination, saving old ladies—during broad daylight. Today was no different. He was up with the earliest of shopkeepers in the craftsmen district, the crisp morning light throwing blue shadows on his white robes. He came here often to familiarize himself with the city. He felt this area would provide the right variety of people in a crowd. Good training ground for most activities, and there were clear bits of land not too far off where sparring could be practiced.
He was expecting some students who'd responded to his post in the journal, and perhaps even some who hadn't. Collecting people through the journal's messages was still a bit strange to him, but teaching was something familiar, having done much of it back home. A master assassin could not amount to much if he could not pass on what he knew. And, the Assassins in general would not be able to do their work without scouting for new recruits and allies.
What the Castle expected of them seemed too much in line with the servility the Templars back home also demanded. The Assassins were their longtime enemies, favoring freedom rather than control. Altaïr hoped to meet people of like mind. Those who wished to defend themselves already possessed a certain initiative, which could be the beginning of free thought. Surely there were people here unhappy with being taken from their lands...
Altaïr ruminated on this between his "classes", standing next to a blacksmith shop. Though he looked like a (well-armed) hooded scholar lost in the stillness of thought, his eyes still scanned the crowd with the ingrained vigilance of his training. He waited in plain sight, to be found more easily. He could not expect everyone to have already mastered seeing the unseen. He would be teaching how to see, how to remain hidden, the art of movement, and sparring with blades—most likely in that order, unless someone proved exceptionally ready for more than just the basics.
What: Defense class, which is secretly a spy class, which is secretly a way for Altaïr to find some allies. Or so he hopes.
When: May 1-3, any hour; please specify date + time
Where: City's craftsmen district
Rating: PG? for sparring and mention of killing.
Altaïr conducted much of his work—spying, subterfuge, assassination, saving old ladies—during broad daylight. Today was no different. He was up with the earliest of shopkeepers in the craftsmen district, the crisp morning light throwing blue shadows on his white robes. He came here often to familiarize himself with the city. He felt this area would provide the right variety of people in a crowd. Good training ground for most activities, and there were clear bits of land not too far off where sparring could be practiced.
He was expecting some students who'd responded to his post in the journal, and perhaps even some who hadn't. Collecting people through the journal's messages was still a bit strange to him, but teaching was something familiar, having done much of it back home. A master assassin could not amount to much if he could not pass on what he knew. And, the Assassins in general would not be able to do their work without scouting for new recruits and allies.
What the Castle expected of them seemed too much in line with the servility the Templars back home also demanded. The Assassins were their longtime enemies, favoring freedom rather than control. Altaïr hoped to meet people of like mind. Those who wished to defend themselves already possessed a certain initiative, which could be the beginning of free thought. Surely there were people here unhappy with being taken from their lands...
Altaïr ruminated on this between his "classes", standing next to a blacksmith shop. Though he looked like a (well-armed) hooded scholar lost in the stillness of thought, his eyes still scanned the crowd with the ingrained vigilance of his training. He waited in plain sight, to be found more easily. He could not expect everyone to have already mastered seeing the unseen. He would be teaching how to see, how to remain hidden, the art of movement, and sparring with blades—most likely in that order, unless someone proved exceptionally ready for more than just the basics.
no subject
"I see my reputation precedes me," was his
lameway of joking. "You have brought your sword, but I must ask if you have any interest in blending in or using the rooftops to move about..."no subject
Ashura laughed at the first suggestion. Six foot tall, black hair to the floor even in a pony tail, lithe and thin as a willow and golden eyes with long, pointed ears. Even should he don clothing like Altaïr wore, Ashura would stick out like a sore thumb.
"I am afraid that "blending in" is simply not something that I am made for," he shook his head. "So the rooftops it is. I have never had much cause to try it, but it could come in handy during something that happens here I am sure."
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"Blending in can be learned by anyone willing to try it. Sometimes standing out can be its own disguise. But no matter. I learned to climb before I learned to hide in plain sight. It is the thing that comes most naturally that we will start with."
Natural for him, anyway. He'd fooled around on rooftops since he was a child.
"You may warm up if you haven't done so already. Meanwhile, observe the side of this building here. There are at least three ways to reach its roof. Using your surroundings to your advantage takes as much skill in observation as it does agility. To do this properly, you must look for the most direct path before you take it, without hesitation. Open your eyes to ways you can use every object. See barrels and overhangs not as obstacles, but as steps to your goal. I will demonstrate."
There were a couple barrels against the wall. He lightly ran over them to leap and grab the side of a balcony. His momentum carried him up onto the balcony's railing, and he jumped from there to pull himself to the roof.
"The speed of your last move should help you continue your next."