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Characters: Altair and YOU
Setting/Location: Climbing Alpha Tower don'tlookatme
Date & Time: Day 2, early morning
Warnings: Nothing so far!
Summary: Altair has to get his bearings. Naturally, he's looking for the nearest viewpoint. If you live in any neighboring towers or this one please feel free to peer out a window and uh...shout at him or throw rocks or say hello! People who are into climbing may also join him out there if they are so inclined! Please.
All things considered, Altair was fairly certain he'd behaved admirably when it came to being thrust into his current situation. He'd stayed relatively quiet, conversed with a few people and still hadn't made what could be called an enemy. Al Mualim would've been proud. Malik would've been astounded.
Altair, for his part, was restless. He'd boarded this caravan same as the others, but he still had no further answers as to their country and surroundings--perhaps it didn't matter, since they were only bound to be moving again shortly, but Altair was trained to be conscious of such things. To observe the landscape down to the last detail was essential for any assassin. It made the difference between life and death, success and failure.
Naturally, he'd been left with only one option. After slumbering briefly on the floor next to the strange contraption set into the middle of his room, he'd opened the window and leaned out of it, appraising the tower's wall and general structure. A cursory study satisfied something he'd been wondering about all throughout the previous night: it could be climbed.
Before sliding out the window completely, Altair took a deep breath, regulating his breathing and getting a feel for the rhythm of the caravan. He'd never scaled a building that moved before--and both voices of wisdom in his head counseled for thinking before acting. After five or so minutes of this, he slipped back out of the window, gripping the wall and pulling himself into a standing position, with his feet against the sill.
Then, he began to climb.
He could only hope that his roommate--whoever they were--would not mind the draft afforded by an open window.
Setting/Location: Climbing Alpha Tower don'tlookatme
Date & Time: Day 2, early morning
Warnings: Nothing so far!
Summary: Altair has to get his bearings. Naturally, he's looking for the nearest viewpoint. If you live in any neighboring towers or this one please feel free to peer out a window and uh...shout at him or throw rocks or say hello! People who are into climbing may also join him out there if they are so inclined! Please.
All things considered, Altair was fairly certain he'd behaved admirably when it came to being thrust into his current situation. He'd stayed relatively quiet, conversed with a few people and still hadn't made what could be called an enemy. Al Mualim would've been proud. Malik would've been astounded.
Altair, for his part, was restless. He'd boarded this caravan same as the others, but he still had no further answers as to their country and surroundings--perhaps it didn't matter, since they were only bound to be moving again shortly, but Altair was trained to be conscious of such things. To observe the landscape down to the last detail was essential for any assassin. It made the difference between life and death, success and failure.
Naturally, he'd been left with only one option. After slumbering briefly on the floor next to the strange contraption set into the middle of his room, he'd opened the window and leaned out of it, appraising the tower's wall and general structure. A cursory study satisfied something he'd been wondering about all throughout the previous night: it could be climbed.
Before sliding out the window completely, Altair took a deep breath, regulating his breathing and getting a feel for the rhythm of the caravan. He'd never scaled a building that moved before--and both voices of wisdom in his head counseled for thinking before acting. After five or so minutes of this, he slipped back out of the window, gripping the wall and pulling himself into a standing position, with his feet against the sill.
Then, he began to climb.
He could only hope that his roommate--whoever they were--would not mind the draft afforded by an open window.