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asgardmeridiem2013-06-02 12:33 am
asgardmods) wrote in asgardmeridiem2013-06-02 12:33 am
Entry tags:
- !intro mingle,
- alastair stara,
- allen walker,
- altaïr ibn-la'ahad,
- asahi yuki,
- data!roxas,
- dirk strider,
- echo,
- erica reyes,
- euridice taverna,
- ezio auditore da firenze,
- grower,
- gwaine,
- inara serra,
- jack frost,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- maria thorpe,
- mel bush,
- natasha romanova,
- sam evans,
- shinji ikari,
- stiles stilinski,
- thor odinson
JUNE INTRO MINGLE
Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 274 and forward
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.
[Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 275) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.
Also, keep an eye on the event schedule for June! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!
Have fun!]
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 274 and forward
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.
[Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 275) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.
Also, keep an eye on the event schedule for June! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!
Have fun!]
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Now it's Altaïr's turn to look at Maria and stare like she's something bizarre and unknown, as if what she's said makes no sense.]
My son?
[His wide eyes and the absolute shock on his face should make it perfectly clear that this is not something he knew about and neglected to mention. Which doesn't actually help the situation at all.]
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There are words that will be said. Something about Assassins and befriending Templars and the trusting between the two- but all of that goes flying out the window when Maria mentions son and more importantly, Darim.
It's as if two pieces of a long connected puzzle suddenly clicked.
His head snaps back towards Alastair at this point, steps forward a little to him, and tilts his head.]
Alastair- Darim.
[It's his way of asking "do you remember him?" Because Darim was here. Not as a baby, nor a child, but a grown man. It would explain a lot, in how much he knew of Altaïr, and his past.]
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In any case, when Ezio looks at him he sits up, and at first Alastair isn't certain what he's talking about.]
What about...
[And then it clicks. His eyes widen and he glances back at Maria and Altaïr before looking back to Ezio.]
...oh. You think...?
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[There is an eyebrow raise at that, and he pulls away slightly from the other two. There is a quick flash of a finger to his lips, telling Alastair to keep it quiet, and then it is gone.
But there is something less in the tension in the air, now. He has no intent to further aggravate Maria, or badger her with questions. Let Altaïr explain what he can, though Ezio is still rather uncertain about her cloak and why he has it.]
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He looks at her in astonishment and not for the first time today she feels a sick sense of wrongness about everything.]
Yes. Our son, Darim.
[Her voice is a little softer from uncertainty, and she can't quite work out what's going wrong here but she can feel it in her gut that nothing about this is right at all.]
What's going to happen to him if we can't go home?
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And then the reality of the way Asgard functions crashes down on him again. This is definitely another twisting of time, isn't it?]
Things will be...fine.
[Altaïr almost shakes his head at that. He sounds ridiculously uncertain even to his own ears.]
Maria, what is the last thing you remember before you found yourself here? What were you doing right before they took you? And where was I?
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[She is utterly perplexed by this, looking at him in disbelief that is bordering on pained. Heedless of their audience, she finds his hand and grasps it between hers.]
Altaïr you are scaring me, why are you looking at me like that?
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Because for me, that hasn't happened yet. I haven't seen you—or Malik—in weeks now. It's to do with how time works here.
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[Her grip on his hands tightens as she sees no sign of recognition.]
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I have never met him, Maryam.
[By now he's discussed the way this land distorts time with a number of people, but Altaïr finds himself at a complete loss when it comes to explaining it to his wife in a way that makes sense, and he casts a quick, desperate glance at Ezio. A little help, grandson, please?!]
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Gently, so as to not seem as if he's barging in on something that is extremely important-]
Madonna, do you recall me saying that when we are finished with this war, we will be returned home? That we are from different realms and different times?
[A pause here, as to let the words sink in.]
Those who are from our time, the ones we recognize, may not be from the same time as we are. It could be months apart, or years. I have seen both. [And experienced it.
Another moment of silence on his end goes by, then he turns his head back to his fellow brother.]
Altaïr, what year is it for you, back home?
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In any case, he's equally glad that Ezio seems to have calmed his anger and at least suppressed his confusion, though doubtless there remains much to discuss. His explanation makes the situation sound so simple, but it is unlikely that Maria will find it so easy to accept.]
1193. A little over two years since I hunted the nine Templars, and Al Mualim fell. [He looks back at Maria, already knowing it won't be the same for her.] We were married less than two months before I was brought here.
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She suddenly feels incredibly tired, like all the fight has gone from her.]
We have been married for two years. Darim was born in the winter of that first year. That is as I know it.
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[He's used to this, really. After being here for eight months, things like this slowly become a part of daily life in the city. It's... something he doesn't think about much, just does.]
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[Two years isn't such a great span of time, but much can happen in two years. It's a somber realization, and one that Altaïr suspects will take some time to sink in. But it could have been much, much worse. Maria could have arrived here only to find him as the arrogant fool he'd once been. He doesn't even want to imagine what would have happened if the gods had plucked her from when she swore her loyalty to Robert de Sable.
He shakes his head a little. Self-indulgent reflection can wait; now is the time to help her fully come to grips with the situation.]
But many of us also get the chance to meet those we're connected to more distantly. Like Ezio. [He nods at the Italian.] He's an Assassin, Maria. Like me, he leads the Order in his time. Alastair is also one of our brothers. And this shop holds the bureau of the Assassins in Asgard.
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[It's all a bit much to have to deal with, these differences in time and place, in the events that she holds dear to her heart that her husband has no idea of because, for him, they have yet to come to pass. To hear that this Italian man, Ezio, is from four hundred years in their future is eye-opening enough; that he is an Assassin who distantly succeeds Altaïr in his time is even more surprising and a fateful coincidence, she things.
As overwhelmed as she might be about the whole situation, she tries valiantly to claw some control back with a wry smile as she nods her head towards Ezio, and then a little more hesitantly at Alastair who she is not quite sure if she forgives yet. Her wrist still hurts.
She squares her shoulders and composes herself, and as she has done so many times before in her capacity as mistress of Masyaf, she takes her husband's arm and tucks her hand neatly into the crook of his elbow. For a moment she thinks it might be worth remembering her manners and introducing herself properly, but then again...]
In that case it is a very good thing that I am no longer one or else this might have turned ugly.
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Actually I have no idea what a Templar is, Ezio just said you couldn't leave the shop.
[He frowns a little his hand lowering again.]
Is your wrist all right, by the way? I'm sorry about that. I can fix it if it isn't.
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He turns at that, and gestures.]
The Templar are our enemies back home, Alastair. The ones who wish to impose freedom through order and mindless obedience. We seek to keep free will where it is, even if there are consequences from what others choose.
[He pauses, turning back to Maria and finally delivering a look of "...that does not seem promising." Sorry, he has a hard time believing that due to a certain group of assholes called the Borgia.]
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In my time, we used to believe them simply an Order that took up arms for the Lionheart's Crusade, but I learned differently. Which is why when I traveled to Jerusalem to kill their Grandmaster and found a woman disguised as him, we tried very hard to kill each other.
[There's a faint look of something like fondness in his expression. It isn't that he's recalling a good memory, exactly, but perhaps one that is less disagreeable than it should be. He nods at Maria to continue; after all, it is as much her story as his, perhaps more so.]
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[There's a certain degree of fondness to her expression too.]
But it turns out that my husband's capacity for mercy is considerably greater than mine. I would have been perfectly happy at the time to cut him down where he stood, but he spared me my neck so that our paths could cross again, and they did. He went on to take the life of my former master and take command of Masyaf, and I found myself out of favour with the new Grandmaster and struggling to find passage to Cyprus when our paths crossed again.
[She turns to Altaïr with a small ghost of a smirk on her face.]
And then I believe I kicked you down a ladder at some point trying to escape from you.
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[It occurs to him they may be giving Ezio and Alastair the wrong impression.]
We'd caught wind of suspicious activity on Cyprus, and I traveled there myself to learn what the Templars were up to there. I thought she might serve as bair or a source of information, so I brought her with me. Not exactly willingly.
[Of course, even then there had been more. But he's not about to go into detail on the first stirrings of attraction he'd felt for the Templar woman who'd practically been spitting on him.]
I saw signs that she might be able to look beyond the false peace that her so-called brothers would force upon the people, and thought that our goals might align.
As they did. Eventually.
[After numerous escapes and nearly as many times that she'd simply run off without him.]
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In time I came to realise that it was not so much the Templar cause that had my loyalty but the man who had offered me my chance to get away from my place in life and my station and provided me with the means to go on crusade and prove myself as a knight rather than a hallbound noble woman stuck darning shirts for the poor. It was not until he had died that I began to truly see where the concerns of the Order lay. With Robert dead and the Templars seeing me as a liability and a traitor after walking away from an encounter with an Assassin with my life, I realised that they had no loyalty to me and so they would no longer have mine.
[Very lightly she gives Altaïr's arm a squeeze, imperceptible unless someone might be paying specific attention to what her hands are doing.]
I was fortunate to meet a very patient and forgiving teacher who was able to show me the various other roads that were available to me, and in time it seemed the best path for me to follow was one aligned with his.
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Still, the thought of a Templar changing their views, and their ways, to learn and follow as the Assassins do... it is encouraging, but also almost impossible to fathom with the Templar he has back home.
A taut smile is one he gives her, not out of wariness, but one that says he is trying to accept how different she is compared to home. A nod, and he breathes out, tries to think of a way to word himself without sounding offensive.]
Capisco. You must forgive me, a Templar turning away from their values to join the Assassins is unheard of in my time. Even if it were possible, none of them would ever do so.
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It's decidedly uncommon in our time as well. But if this is a ruse, it's an exceedingly convincing one that's been maintained for a very long time.
[A half smile comes with these words, ones he doesn't seriously consider as truth.]
I've not been blinded by infatuation, then or now. You can trust Maria as you trust me.
[He gives a nod to the youngest Assassin.] My apologies for shouting, Alastair. I was shocked to see her here. But you did no wrong.
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Oh well, that's been... mostly rectified. He'll ask for a more detailed explanation later. For now he looks to Altaïr and nods in return.]
I understand. Thank you.
[He looks at the assembled group.]
So is everyone satisfied now? Should I open up the shop again?
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