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Characters: Altair, Malik, closed
Location: B-6
Planet: Coruscant
When: Altair's arrival, the 28th
What: Altair is new, Malik goes to find him, hilarity no doubt ensues.
Rating: PG probably?
To say Malik had some mixed feelings at the moment was a slight understatement. Ignoring the landslide of confusion, irritation and anticipation that was this strange future he found himself in, the newest ‘Revanite’ was a complicated matter. Malik couldn’t help a snort to himself as he walked- Altair, of course it would be Altair. He couldn’t deny a certain sense of relief in knowing a fellow assassin was here as well- an assassin from his own time, that is. And as irritatingly smug and arrogant as Altair could be at least he too was a familiar presence, a brother in arms he once competed with and now... well, now it was more complicated.
Malik sighs as he heads to the proper apartment, clothes under his good arm. He wouldn’t blame Altair for not trusting those metal men with the clothes, and even if he had braved them so early on he doubted the other assassin got as much as he would need from the strange things. He nearly scoffs at himself, he had been a dai so long now it was becoming second nature to try and anticipate what the active assassins would need.
He stops at the correct door, kicking it sharply and raising his head. “Altair.” He calls so the other man would know exactly who was knocking at his strange, metallic door.
‘Landslide of confusion’ was certainly one way of putting it. As nice as it had been to see a familiar face, it hadn’t served to abate Altaïr’s uneasiness. There was too much here that was foreign- it was so different, so unfamiliar to anything he’d ever seen in his life. A place such as this only caused more questions than it offered answers.
He’d promised Malik that he would wait for him- but even this made the ex-Master Assassin uneasy. No weapons, no clothing- not a single familiar thing around him. Even the datapad had been bizarre; people talking through it had only served to heighten Altaïr’s sense of trepidation. So he paced. Trying to wrap his mind around what was going on.
When Malik knocked on the door, his head snapped in the direction of the noise. Two quick steps had him across the floor, and it took him a moment to understand how the door even worked.
“Malik,” he said shortly once at last, the door was open. Tried to keep the uneasiness from his voice as he stared the other down, before moving out of the way to allow the other iniside.
Seeing Altaïr in the flesh made something in Malik relax, as if some secret concern that the box they had communicated through had lied to him was now eased. His only greeting is a stern look before he heads in, slamming his elbow into the button that made the door close again. He did not care to remember how long it took to learn that from his own door.
“Here-“ He thrusts the clothes into Altaïr’s hands, glancing to make sure the other’s datapad was off. He gave the device a distrustful look before turning back to Altaïr, expression a strange mix of irritation and relief before settling into it’s usual, sharp demeanor.
“You are late, novice.” He chides, brow raising. “I have been stuck in this strange land for days now. I assume you were too busy running from the guard and stumbling over rooftops.” He pauses, tone growing more serious. “I had hoped no others from our order would be brought here.”
Late? Altaïr almost snorted at this remark. How could one be late to something that he had been unaware he needed to arrive to? To a place that he wasn’t even sure how he’d come to arrive at for that matter. He huffed a little, before turning with the clothes now in hand, and beginning to pull them on.
“It is truly a feat, to be late for something that I had no knowledge to expect,” his sarcasm was dry, his patience for it short. Irritated- not with the other, but with circumstance. For a brief moment, he fumbled with the unfamiliar clothing- but got the hang of it fairly quickly, and then looked up, regarding the other with a sharp gaze.
“Whatever you may have hoped is beyond us, now. We will make do with what is at our disposal,” and indeed, it was his intention that his first order of business was to be gathering far more information than he already had-
and of course, find himself a weapon. Familiarize himself with those who might have been viewed as potential enemies.
Malik regards the room while Altair speaks- it looked identical to his own, almost eerily so. When he turns back to Altair he frowns, glancing distrustfully at the datapad again before he spoke.
"What is at our disposal is very little. The people of this place do not trust those summoned to it, and an attack in past days has made that distrust hostile." Malik informs him, pacing a bit as he does. He pauses a moment before continuing. "There is another of our order here, one who has been here longer. He is... peculiar, but I believe he is trustworthy."
He also has Altair's face but Malik doesn't say so just yet. He was still grappling with the idea of this man being from the future let alone him having some connection to Altair.
[started in a gdoc during the great DDoS Attack of '11, continued here!]
Location: B-6
Planet: Coruscant
When: Altair's arrival, the 28th
What: Altair is new, Malik goes to find him, hilarity no doubt ensues.
Rating: PG probably?
To say Malik had some mixed feelings at the moment was a slight understatement. Ignoring the landslide of confusion, irritation and anticipation that was this strange future he found himself in, the newest ‘Revanite’ was a complicated matter. Malik couldn’t help a snort to himself as he walked- Altair, of course it would be Altair. He couldn’t deny a certain sense of relief in knowing a fellow assassin was here as well- an assassin from his own time, that is. And as irritatingly smug and arrogant as Altair could be at least he too was a familiar presence, a brother in arms he once competed with and now... well, now it was more complicated.
Malik sighs as he heads to the proper apartment, clothes under his good arm. He wouldn’t blame Altair for not trusting those metal men with the clothes, and even if he had braved them so early on he doubted the other assassin got as much as he would need from the strange things. He nearly scoffs at himself, he had been a dai so long now it was becoming second nature to try and anticipate what the active assassins would need.
He stops at the correct door, kicking it sharply and raising his head. “Altair.” He calls so the other man would know exactly who was knocking at his strange, metallic door.
‘Landslide of confusion’ was certainly one way of putting it. As nice as it had been to see a familiar face, it hadn’t served to abate Altaïr’s uneasiness. There was too much here that was foreign- it was so different, so unfamiliar to anything he’d ever seen in his life. A place such as this only caused more questions than it offered answers.
He’d promised Malik that he would wait for him- but even this made the ex-Master Assassin uneasy. No weapons, no clothing- not a single familiar thing around him. Even the datapad had been bizarre; people talking through it had only served to heighten Altaïr’s sense of trepidation. So he paced. Trying to wrap his mind around what was going on.
When Malik knocked on the door, his head snapped in the direction of the noise. Two quick steps had him across the floor, and it took him a moment to understand how the door even worked.
“Malik,” he said shortly once at last, the door was open. Tried to keep the uneasiness from his voice as he stared the other down, before moving out of the way to allow the other iniside.
Seeing Altaïr in the flesh made something in Malik relax, as if some secret concern that the box they had communicated through had lied to him was now eased. His only greeting is a stern look before he heads in, slamming his elbow into the button that made the door close again. He did not care to remember how long it took to learn that from his own door.
“Here-“ He thrusts the clothes into Altaïr’s hands, glancing to make sure the other’s datapad was off. He gave the device a distrustful look before turning back to Altaïr, expression a strange mix of irritation and relief before settling into it’s usual, sharp demeanor.
“You are late, novice.” He chides, brow raising. “I have been stuck in this strange land for days now. I assume you were too busy running from the guard and stumbling over rooftops.” He pauses, tone growing more serious. “I had hoped no others from our order would be brought here.”
Late? Altaïr almost snorted at this remark. How could one be late to something that he had been unaware he needed to arrive to? To a place that he wasn’t even sure how he’d come to arrive at for that matter. He huffed a little, before turning with the clothes now in hand, and beginning to pull them on.
“It is truly a feat, to be late for something that I had no knowledge to expect,” his sarcasm was dry, his patience for it short. Irritated- not with the other, but with circumstance. For a brief moment, he fumbled with the unfamiliar clothing- but got the hang of it fairly quickly, and then looked up, regarding the other with a sharp gaze.
“Whatever you may have hoped is beyond us, now. We will make do with what is at our disposal,” and indeed, it was his intention that his first order of business was to be gathering far more information than he already had-
and of course, find himself a weapon. Familiarize himself with those who might have been viewed as potential enemies.
Malik regards the room while Altair speaks- it looked identical to his own, almost eerily so. When he turns back to Altair he frowns, glancing distrustfully at the datapad again before he spoke.
"What is at our disposal is very little. The people of this place do not trust those summoned to it, and an attack in past days has made that distrust hostile." Malik informs him, pacing a bit as he does. He pauses a moment before continuing. "There is another of our order here, one who has been here longer. He is... peculiar, but I believe he is trustworthy."
He also has Altair's face but Malik doesn't say so just yet. He was still grappling with the idea of this man being from the future let alone him having some connection to Altair.
[started in a gdoc during the great DDoS Attack of '11, continued here!]