[In one moment, he is in Masyaf with the Apple, clutching fire that doesn't burn, holding power he will not wield. And then all he knows is that he is somewhere else — wet, nude, greeted by strangers.
It would be no surprise to his brothers that Altaïr lashes out in this moment, certain that this is another phantom of the apple, an illusion sent by Al Mualim from beyond his pyre. It's very much a surprise to himself when he doesn't attempt to fight his way out and does, indeed, calm down.
(What else can he do? This is either more convincing than any illusion his mentor was able to cast while he lived, or it is real. And an Assassin by observing, learning, gathering information, always.)
In the period of time that follows, Altaïr is somewhat mollified when he's able to find clothing with a hood, which remains up at nearly all times. It makes him feel better to partially conceal his face, even if he can't truly blend with the people. For the most part, he keeps to himself in the barracks, though he will answer if spoken to. In the dining hall, he enjoys his food, surprised and pleased that cuisine of the Levant is available, and visibly confused by some of the other, more 'modern' options.
The training hall is more to his style, where he vents his frustration with weapons that may not be meant to kill, but if they could do so in anyone's hands, they would in his. Clearly, he is a fighter of no little skill. The obstacle course is also a favored location as he pushes himself farther, faster, making almost no sound as he goes.]
out & about/Cadens City;
[As always, he takes to the rooftops as best he can, certain that the best way to learn the lay of the land is from above. For the most part, he's able to escape detection, but that is largely because most people do not often look up — anyone who does so may spot a figure traversing what is not often a pedestrian space. And of course, eventually he has to come down, which may or may not be in a place of solitude.
Reconaissance achieved, he ventures into the region of the city that may hold a forge, a sheaf of papers depicting a hand-drawn mechanism under his arm. If asked what he is looking for, he will simply reply "a blacksmith, one of skill and discretion."]
wild card;
[TOSS ME ANYTHING I WILL MEET YOU WHERE IT LANDS. Apologies that Altaïr is not Mr. Social with his starters but if you care to tag this nerd I promise not to make actual interaction like prying teeth.]
Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad | Assassin's Creed | Free Cities
[In one moment, he is in Masyaf with the Apple, clutching fire that doesn't burn, holding power he will not wield. And then all he knows is that he is somewhere else — wet, nude, greeted by strangers.
It would be no surprise to his brothers that Altaïr lashes out in this moment, certain that this is another phantom of the apple, an illusion sent by Al Mualim from beyond his pyre. It's very much a surprise to himself when he doesn't attempt to fight his way out and does, indeed, calm down.
(What else can he do? This is either more convincing than any illusion his mentor was able to cast while he lived, or it is real. And an Assassin by observing, learning, gathering information, always.)
In the period of time that follows, Altaïr is somewhat mollified when he's able to find clothing with a hood, which remains up at nearly all times. It makes him feel better to partially conceal his face, even if he can't truly blend with the people. For the most part, he keeps to himself in the barracks, though he will answer if spoken to. In the dining hall, he enjoys his food, surprised and pleased that cuisine of the Levant is available, and visibly confused by some of the other, more 'modern' options.
The training hall is more to his style, where he vents his frustration with weapons that may not be meant to kill, but if they could do so in anyone's hands, they would in his. Clearly, he is a fighter of no little skill. The obstacle course is also a favored location as he pushes himself farther, faster, making almost no sound as he goes.]
out & about/Cadens City;
[As always, he takes to the rooftops as best he can, certain that the best way to learn the lay of the land is from above. For the most part, he's able to escape detection, but that is largely because most people do not often look up — anyone who does so may spot a figure traversing what is not often a pedestrian space. And of course, eventually he has to come down, which may or may not be in a place of solitude.
Reconaissance achieved, he ventures into the region of the city that may hold a forge, a sheaf of papers depicting a hand-drawn mechanism under his arm. If asked what he is looking for, he will simply reply "a blacksmith, one of skill and discretion."]
wild card;
[TOSS ME ANYTHING I WILL MEET YOU WHERE IT LANDS. Apologies that Altaïr is not Mr. Social with his starters but if you care to tag this nerd I promise not to make actual interaction like prying teeth.]