JUNE INTRO MINGLE

[asgardmods]

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!]

Comments

[womanfromacre]

['No, you can damn well heal my wrist,' the more crotchety part of Maria wants to snap, but she should show some contrition even if she had been wrongfully attacked on suspicion of being a Templar. She checks her tongue and turns her head to the younger man.]

If the offer is still there to see to my wrist I would appreciate it.

[This all seems so ridiculous to her, she's not entirely convinced that this isn't the result of some strange dream but the pain in her wrist seems to be pretty compelling evidence to the contrary.]

[secondborn]

Oh, yes of course, I'm sorry.

[Alastair hops off the counter and walks over to Maria and takes her wrist gently. With just a moment's concentration, he heals her, and the pain melts away.]

There, that should do it.

[pushesgently]

[Altaïr watches Alastair use his god-given talent to heal Maria, but he doesn't doubt that it's successful. Afterward, he turns to Ezio.]

If you've any questions, brother, ask them.

[sicarius]

[For a moment, his brow furrows. There are so many questions he's wanting to ask, yet none of them seem to be willing to be spoken. They sit on the tip of his tongue but seem to die before he can properly say them. Everything is still a bit confusing and happening all at once, so he isn't sure what questions he can ask, without something messing up in the process.

After a long moment, he recomposes himself, a sudden thought popping into his head. There is a half grin, another pause, and Ezio looks back at Altaïr.]

So is this the "flower" of your life, fratello?

[GUESS WHO REMEMBERED THAT DOODLE OF YOURS, GRANDPA.]

[womanfromacre]

[Maria shoots Alastair a small half smile of thanks before Ezio speaks, and the phrase is so bizarre and unexpectedly, well, floral, in its sentiments that she has to laugh.

Flower of his life. Ugh.

She rolls her eyes, completely amused by the idea as she chuckles. As if Altaïr would ever refer to her as something so banal.]

I should hope not! I'm hardly the floral type.

[pushesgently]

[Contrary to his wife's reaction, Altaïr glowers at Ezio. Of course, now he remembers what little he'd known of Maria...which had been nothing beyond the fact that she was a woman Altaïr had drawn and preserved for history. But still.

There's no point in chiding Ezio for his absolutely unrepentant grin, so Altaïr just casts his gaze to the side, meeting no one's eyes.

He is not blushing, but if he were the type of man to do so, he would be.]

Yes. She is.

[sicarius]

[There is a chuckle, and while he does not show it outwardly, Ezio does see the look on Altaïr's face. There is a nod towards Alastair, to let him know to reopen the shop- and with a quick tilt of his head, he looks back to Maria.]

Will you be the one to guide her to the back, or should I?

[Basically ALTAIR ARE WE GONNA DO THE THING

THE THING THAT MEANS BRINGING HER TO THE BUREAU?]

[womanfromacre]

[Maria has the distinct impression that she's missing something here, especially when it seems that her husband might in fact be embarrassed.

Huh.]

Well, what say you my flower?

[Doesn't mean she can't get in on this action, it's far too rare an opportunity.]

[pushesgently]

[Ezio, he is going to have a talk with you later. Or not. Probably not.]

Perhaps we should both go. I'd like to explain our work with the Brotherhood here as thoroughly as possible.

[And maybe that will distract her from the flower thing. Don't ruin his anniversary surprise, Maria, he was going to frame it and everything :T ]

[sicarius]

[He's so shaking in his boots, Altaïr. But no let it slide, that's a good idea.

Ezio looks back to Alastair at that, and nods a little.]

Alastair, watch the front. If you need assistance, ask one of the others to help and they will do so.

[He'll lead them to the back and then slowly up into the Bureau, to the fourth floor and where things may look rather familiar to Maria as she enters. He waits for Altaïr to arrive and then looks at him.]

Where should we start, Altaïr?

[pushesgently]

[The walk to the upper levels may give Maria time to further gain her bearings, although that smirk just now indicates she's already gotten them quite well enough for his taste.]

From the beginning, perhaps. Although you know more of that than I do.

[Or at least remembers more.]

Maria, we may have been brought here as part of someone else's war, but the people of this world can use our help in other ways. As can our fellow travelers. We work in secret, but we bring the creed to those who will accept it.

[womanfromacre]

[She's not offered a seat but decides to take one without invitation. For all the differences in this strange new land, the Bureau is comfortingly familiar in its set up and even decor. In truth, she half expects Malik to come grumbling through the door at any moment with an armful of parchment.

But that is not the case. They are a very long way from home.

She pays attention to what Altaïr has to say. Of course he would continue his work here: he was the Master of the Brotherhood and champion of its creed. As long as it existed, he would live it. In all the years she has known him there has not been a day that has passed where he did not work towards furthering their cause.

She understands this, that this is who he is, but as comforting as it is to know, she is still unsettled.]

And this will help speed us towards being sent home?