[008; Closed]
[It was a long time ago that Krypta remembered falling into the Bureau by accident, and even longer since she had seen or heard from any of those within it. Still, that made her wonder where they were, and worry- as to why, well. It was a part of being in the Brotherhood. She knew they were fine- they're assassins after all, they had to be. But at the same time... she cared.
Finding her way back to this place caught her by surprise, however, but it wasn't unwelcome. Hell, she'd begun to forget what it was like being scolded by the elders, and even more with Ezio shoving her into a haystack, and Altaïr only giving her a stern glare in disapproval. He never seemed to be happy.
Malik was the one she missed the most, surprisingly. He was a man who was more mysterious and unable to read than any of the others in the Brotherhood. Half the time she swore he was made of spite, the other a tactical genius. It was hard to tell, because he always switched when you least expected it. But there was one thing that didn't change, and that was what he called her.
Novice.
She hated that name. Ezio had told her to not pay much attention, Altaïr said it was offered as a challenge. To uphold the Creed and to do her best as an assassin, as well as respect those within the Brotherhood. It wasn't taken with disgust- she knew better at this point. But a part of her wished he would at least acknowledge her successes as well as her failures.
Nothing had changed here, from what it looked like. The roof was still open, the exterior room decorated in fountains and flora. She landed there, careful not to attract much attention, softly letting her feet click against the dirt floor. Krypta didn't know if anyone was watching the Bureau, but it was better than waiting outside or falling in. At least, for now.]
Finding her way back to this place caught her by surprise, however, but it wasn't unwelcome. Hell, she'd begun to forget what it was like being scolded by the elders, and even more with Ezio shoving her into a haystack, and Altaïr only giving her a stern glare in disapproval. He never seemed to be happy.
Malik was the one she missed the most, surprisingly. He was a man who was more mysterious and unable to read than any of the others in the Brotherhood. Half the time she swore he was made of spite, the other a tactical genius. It was hard to tell, because he always switched when you least expected it. But there was one thing that didn't change, and that was what he called her.
Novice.
She hated that name. Ezio had told her to not pay much attention, Altaïr said it was offered as a challenge. To uphold the Creed and to do her best as an assassin, as well as respect those within the Brotherhood. It wasn't taken with disgust- she knew better at this point. But a part of her wished he would at least acknowledge her successes as well as her failures.
Nothing had changed here, from what it looked like. The roof was still open, the exterior room decorated in fountains and flora. She landed there, careful not to attract much attention, softly letting her feet click against the dirt floor. Krypta didn't know if anyone was watching the Bureau, but it was better than waiting outside or falling in. At least, for now.]