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Assassin's Creed Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad Roleplay Account

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                         "It does not concern you."

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"Where do you think you’re going?"

You’re not going anywhere.”

"You belong to me now."

"There, nice and tight."

"Shh, there’s no need to scream."

"There, that should keep you quiet."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Let me go!"

"Release me!"

"Help me!"

"Untie me!"

"Mmmph!"

"How are we suppse to get out of this?"

"Someone will come for me!"

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[exgleswisdom]

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[deslibertes-archive-deactivated]

—It takes little time for the men to be dredged to shore and Altair cannot prove the land is his domain enough, scrambling to the safety of shore within seconds of touching shallow sands. Arno shakes his head with a smile, waddling to the edge of the water himself. It weighed down his clothing, but his coat, at least, remained dry, snagged by wet leather and shrugged back over his shoulders.

Words are near unintelligible, but Arno does not ask his mentor to repeat, instead, walking over after the other frees himself of rescuing grip. He’s cautious, slow, in case Altair is still in some sort of shock from a near death experience—                                    Though, to an assassin, that’s daily life.

"Mon Ami—- Are you alright? Would you like to return to the Cafe, rest after near drowning?”

[exgleswisdom]

               His slight rush was slowly being replaced by that of... humiliation. The weight of the white robes upon him held little in his mind. To think, as him being a master he could not even be able to swim on his own, or even have such little knowledge over how. Many assassins knew how. They could survive perfectly when they are put into depths. Altaïr had little aspiration. He had his reasons over why he would not partake in refining, one of which just making itself obvious.

               It was no so much shock over his life nearly being taken, but more over how it was going to take it. Even so, it did not last long, as his irritation grew. With the back of his palm, the master wiped his mouth to while another cough was given, his feet finally reaching land completely. "I am fine." His voice was more brash than he wished for it to be, to which is why he took a moment of stillness, before heaving a low exhale. Due to his frustration in himself, he could not stop it. And that was no way to speak to one that had just aided his very life. He understood this.                          "... I am fine." He fixed his voice to where it was unruffled. Altaïr looked over his shoulder, and at Arno, attempting to have the rest of his mood do the same. "I just can not be as careless." He damned his own two feet that assisted in carrying him to shore. But, the one who did more of that had also been standing near him. He quickly glanced over, making sure his slight panic in moment did not cause anymore than it already had. "I caused some trouble for you due to it."

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                                               ❝ Nulla è reale, tutto è lecito. ❞                                                                       i. ii. iii.

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—The splash had been the first thing he heard. The desperate gasps and bubbling he heard next. The two had been walking, conversing, as they would any normal day. Altair had lost footing, and now his life lie in the slippery grasp of the Paris canals.

It took only two beats to register before coat was thrown off, and Arno dove into the chilly waters, haste made to catch the other before he sank. How one could be an Assassin and not have the basic knowledge of swimming—of survival— He did not understand. He’s close to Altair, and treads water with free hand and legs as the other grabs the elder assassins’ wrist, beginning to drag him to shallower waters.

He wants to scold. But, this is his superior, and it was an accident, after all. But Altair could not survive near the murky waters without Arno, and the Frenchman could not always remain at his side. So, instead, when he reaches the bank, he will offer to have him taught to swim. It may prove helpful.

[exgleswisdom]

               His first reaction was almost to reach out with his other hand and cling to the man. However, he tried to quickly collect his thoughts, now that he was taken hold of, and keep his head above water, while also trying to current along with each movement Arno had been making. He despised these deep of waters for this very reason; they threatened to consume him. Though, he was also well aware of his lack of basic skill of swimming. His motivation for it was never there, ever since he could remember.                Altaïr felt the tip of his foot brush the shallow. He wasted no time in extending his other foot, having it press down upon the ground they had reached, and forward he went. This was repeated, his trying to get to shore as quick as possibly and out from this unforgiving pit. It was only until he could completely stand he slowed himself down, and finally saw it safe to have his wrist back from the younger. So, he nearly tugged it away, panting lightly after all of that rush. Mumbling something in his native tongue.

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deslibertes

               Altaïr gasped loudly as he managed to get his head above water once more, coughing up however much he had swallowed on accident. His arms and legs were flailing about in seemingly panic. Altaïr truly did not know what to do, how to make sure he stayed above water, and was trying everything he could to.                How could this of happened? How could he of let himself misstep, even when he knew he had to be just as careful over water as he is when he glides through the city upon rooftops. Now, he had found himself in something he could barely hope to save himself from. And there was a large possibility of drowning, as Altaïr once more felt himself lowering into the water.

               Altaïr's golden gaze quickly looked up, the man he had accompanied taking too long to get to him, though it had all just happened, and so fast.

                         "Arno!"

[exgleswisdom]

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               He leaned his own back upon the wall, brow furrowing in pain as his hand clung to the wound.  Those that followed from the rooftops have become lost, it seems, as they were now out of sight, as well as unheard. For how long, he could not be for certain. But for now, The Master must take a moment. He did not fully keep his mind on his wound, it could be tolerated. What he refused to let happen was not. To leave a brother to fight, and fend for himself was not a acceptable thing to let happen before his eyes, so long he he may be able to help it.                The golden gaze shifted to the one he had assisted. The fellow assassin. They narrowed.                          "... You should have run away."

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