the eighth day [unintentional VIDEO]
[ The image is blurred a bit - whoever has their device on probably is unaware of its power function but regardless, the video continues. It's darkness at some points, then shades of white, and then that particular wall that the inside of the apartments are composed of. A door opens and the camera readjusts itself long enough to catch the backside of a certain stern-faced resident. That makes the identity of the other easier to identify as the wicked object is set on the counter, a full view of the scene for anyone. The dai rises from his desk, eyebrows furrowed and face immediately scrunching up at the sight of the other.
With the assassin in the view of the camera, one can tell something is off. He appears confused, lost almost. A dark liquid blotches his fingertips, and the smears across the screen of the device can hint as to what is truly is.]
Altaïr! What did you manage to do to yourself this time?
I fell. That's all. [ He moves to pick something up but a hand raised stops him. He complies with the other, no matter how his expression reads.]
Halt for a moment--you're being a fool! Sit down before you hurt yourself further.
. . . Malik, something is wrong. I do not.. It's as if I cannot do what I remember.
What do you mean? Elaborate.
[ By this time, the taller is seated but his elder is hovering over, inspecting wounds with a cloth on hand as Altaïr moves to remove his bracers, anything that's accessible as he talks. At some point, Malik jabs a wound or two, applying the pressure needed to situate the bleeding.] I made an attempt by rooftop, it did not happen. It is as if my body does not know my thoughts anymore, my ability.
Perhaps you are ill--come, you need rest--give me your hand. [ The assassin shakes his head in return, refuses to comply that time around. That sets the other off for a moment, and the comment is in haste despite the quite demeanor of the other;] You are being a fool!
Malik. Anything that occurred before I reached the rank of master is something I cannot remember. [ The faintest pause on the other as it seems he nearly steps back, lips pursing to utter that soft 'what?' in return.]
[ooc; HI KIDS. Comment on this and depending on the character, you'll either have a novice, a dai, or both replying.]
With the assassin in the view of the camera, one can tell something is off. He appears confused, lost almost. A dark liquid blotches his fingertips, and the smears across the screen of the device can hint as to what is truly is.]
Altaïr! What did you manage to do to yourself this time?
I fell. That's all. [ He moves to pick something up but a hand raised stops him. He complies with the other, no matter how his expression reads.]
Halt for a moment--you're being a fool! Sit down before you hurt yourself further.
. . . Malik, something is wrong. I do not.. It's as if I cannot do what I remember.
What do you mean? Elaborate.
[ By this time, the taller is seated but his elder is hovering over, inspecting wounds with a cloth on hand as Altaïr moves to remove his bracers, anything that's accessible as he talks. At some point, Malik jabs a wound or two, applying the pressure needed to situate the bleeding.] I made an attempt by rooftop, it did not happen. It is as if my body does not know my thoughts anymore, my ability.
Perhaps you are ill--come, you need rest--give me your hand. [ The assassin shakes his head in return, refuses to comply that time around. That sets the other off for a moment, and the comment is in haste despite the quite demeanor of the other;] You are being a fool!
Malik. Anything that occurred before I reached the rank of master is something I cannot remember. [ The faintest pause on the other as it seems he nearly steps back, lips pursing to utter that soft 'what?' in return.]
[ooc; HI KIDS. Comment on this and depending on the character, you'll either have a novice, a dai, or both replying.]