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paradisalogs2014-07-18 05:21 pm
theflyingone) wrote in paradisalogs2014-07-18 05:21 pm
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Then they would not fear us,
Who: Altaïr ibn La-Ahad & Pitch Black
What: a meeting and a demonstration, as planned here
When: mar 25 (backdated to hell and back)
Where: outside the castle entrance
Rating: at least PG
Most would think assassins did their work under the cloak of night, but Altaïr's training called for the elimination of his targets as a public message. He worked during the day. He rose in the morning to meet this self-proclaimed "spirit" just outside the castle entrance. The sun was already burning away the last vestiges of morning mist, revealing the man in white against the stone wall. The slant of blue shadow beneath his hood hid his face, but not the glitter of sharp, searching eyes. As usual, he went about his business fully armed, save for the hidden blade Paradisa had taken from him when he arrived.
Altaïr's quest to see knowledge with his own eyes had led him here. Perhaps this was all a grand joke, nothing more than a talented show of illusion, but he must be thorough. In this land, magic was real, and things he was used to dismissing as fantasy could very well be reality. He'd been taught to be prepared for anything, and (he told himself) this was no different than any of his other investigations.
What: a meeting and a demonstration, as planned here
When: mar 25 (backdated to hell and back)
Where: outside the castle entrance
Rating: at least PG
Most would think assassins did their work under the cloak of night, but Altaïr's training called for the elimination of his targets as a public message. He worked during the day. He rose in the morning to meet this self-proclaimed "spirit" just outside the castle entrance. The sun was already burning away the last vestiges of morning mist, revealing the man in white against the stone wall. The slant of blue shadow beneath his hood hid his face, but not the glitter of sharp, searching eyes. As usual, he went about his business fully armed, save for the hidden blade Paradisa had taken from him when he arrived.
Altaïr's quest to see knowledge with his own eyes had led him here. Perhaps this was all a grand joke, nothing more than a talented show of illusion, but he must be thorough. In this land, magic was real, and things he was used to dismissing as fantasy could very well be reality. He'd been taught to be prepared for anything, and (he told himself) this was no different than any of his other investigations.
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Unfortunately, the nearest place is about twenty feet away from where Altaïr is standing. He'd wanted to try to appear directly behind him and give him a scare, but instead he'll have to try something else. Oh, well.
"Over here," he calls, still completely hidden in darkness.
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"I am in no mood for games," he said finally, with the measured deliberateness of a hunter who waits to strike. The oddness of the situation was enough to quietly raise his guard. He contemplated using his Eagle Vision, but decided to err on the side of patience. For now.
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"I'm right here."