OPEN

[diadermic]

Who: diadermic AND OPEN
When: Noon, before the sirens go off.
Where: Sector 4 in the streets unless taken somewhere else.
Summary: "My name is Altaïr, and this is my favorite bench in the whole Siren’s Port." MAKE HIS LIFE HELL
Warning: NOPE or not yet anyway OPEN FOR ANYTHING???? oh and possible philosophical stuff lolol.

Comments

no get out kid

[diadermic]

The sun setting did not go unnoticed by Altaïr, how the ground started to paint in rich colors of gold and red. The information that Altaïr had somehow acquired ( -- The bickering of two civilians, displaying their dislike and hate for the newcomers were one, and yet even though Altaïr was out of the ordinary in appearance, his calmness had him go unseen.) was proved to be useful considering his surroundings, those in which proved to be unnerving on his first arrival was now dulled down to a heavy weight in his gut.

When the man came within several feet of Altaïr, the assassin didn’t flinch, instead he only tilted his head with his hood still hiding his vision from the other. A split-second of a glance up before he lowered his head and he spoke in a low sharp mutter, "I’ll wait." Though to what point was Altaïr waiting for?

To say that there was some sort of odd feeling of tranquillity wouldn’t have been a lie, but it was in contrast to the annoyance that he felt of people that muttered incoherently that soon turned into background noise as he continued to address the other with a tone that was not any different to what he spoke of before, "Place your concern elsewhere, I am not deaf to the sirens." As much as his words were borderline condescending, his tone was anything but.

no

[whipfist]

Alex kept his gaze downward, listening to his words and only pausing for a moment after them. Well, he was right, he didn't really have a reason to assume someone could or couldn't handle themselves. Nor was it his responsibility to play security for random people on the street. With a small shrug he replied, "Whatever you say." Turned to leave, but not before adding, "If you're new, watch your back." If this person did happen to be new, he'd probably at least heard of the companies by now.

Not the most informative, but he figured he'd at least make an effort.

yes

[diadermic]

Altaïr did not bother to gaze at the other as he turned to leave, and yet what had caught the assassin’s attention were the last words of what Alex had spoken. He rose from the bench and made his way to the other, hand pressing against his shoulder as though to grab his attention. What led him to the action was the way the man spoke, that he may know more of this city than what his fruitless hope of acquiring it from the scattering people that walked the streets with cheerful facades.

Moving himself away from the other, Altaïr only spoke, "What do you speak of?" A potential threat was still a threat, and if Alex was wary enough to warn him, then Altaïr would pursue the issue.

hood from behind icons

[whipfist]

Alex didn't handle being touched very well. Especially not when he wasn't expecting it and especially when it was done where he couldn't see who was doing it. As soon as he felt a hand on his shoulder he whipped around and backed away, his eyes blazing and accusatory - looking like he was ready to attack something. Yet seeing that it was only the fairly calm stranger he'd just been talking to he relaxed, slightly, blinking and straightening back up.

"--The companies, mostly," he spoke quickly, as if trying to brush off his reaction. It was instinct, really, and an irritatingly hair-trigger reaction.

bros like a fucking boss

[diadermic]

The reaction that was given to the touch was almost enough for Altaïr to withdraw his hidden blade. It was not the fact that the other was unused, unnerved by unexpected touch, but Altaïr had witnessed men that were one mental entity at once before reflecting into an individual that was completely different. Without moving from his spot, he only glanced at the other, paying no mind to the way the other had become irritated. Altaïr was still prepared for the circumstances, he usually was.

"SERO, and AGI." Altaïr spoke, the words seeming foreign as the word rolled off his tongue and he continued, his tone more demanding, but not threateningly so, "Tell me what you know."

[whipfist]

A beat before he started to talk - there was too much to tell, it seemed like, and he wasn't sure where to start for a moment. His eyes narrowed, still keeping his distance, but he spoke up.

"They run the Port. You wanna get out, they're supposed to be the ones finding the exit. Which would be great, except they do shit like human experimentation and slave trade."

He paused to let that sink in.