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Independent Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad | Assassin's Creed

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Assassin’s Creed | Concept Art — Jerusalem

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Loaded Question

‘loaded question’

  To any who had known him as a younger man he had become quieter, more composed in the years that he had made the mantle of Mentor fit him, that he had married and become a father, and that his two sons had grown. Standing still at his desk, unpacing, were he to look upon himself from the outside he would be reminded more of Al Mualim than seeing himself, would see Darim sat in his place on the floor, taking a lesson. And then he might wonder briefly, if being fixed in that place by two eyes rather than one were any different, if the questions he asked now where the same that he had needed to answer.

  ‘{ What are we? }’

  But it’d been a long time and he thought not of these things.

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put ‘loaded question’ in my inbox:

and i’ll generate a number 1-45 for a question my muse will ask yours. angst, fluff, smut, humor, etc.

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|| was gonna put some stuff away over the summer. didn’t.

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is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to yeah fuck he’s got a knife everyone run

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Assassin’s Creed Early Concept Art by Khai Nguyen

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but see, i think altaïr rising to the prestigious title of “youngest master assassin” wasn’t just skill; admittedly, of course, it couldn’t have happened without it but there must have been others with a comparable level of talent as well BUT to be able utilise this from the young age of eleven doesn’t seem to have been the norm. the way umar requested that al mualim take him as his student, as a novice in the secret crusade before going to his death strikes me that way that, usually, one might become an official member of the brotherhood only more or less far beyond eleven years old. so kadar was probably not all wrong, it’s fortune as well as skill and i guess abbas, before their falling out and afterwards getting held back for another year, was set on the same path & with that thought the constellation of their frienemie-ship (?) is even more painful to look back on.

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Maya barely had time to react, when she reached the corner but was suddenly yanked back by her arm, her back meeting the wall–hard. She had to strain her neck to ensure she hadn’t hit her head against the wall at the impact.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She hissed up at him.

   “Stay down.” Command possessed his voice, restrained out of need for stealth–marking the curse at him only for later. Balled fist on one shoulder, elbow on the other, his arm across her chest easily had the strength to bruise but held her back with the needed force alone. There, footsteps scraped on the concrete floor behind them. “Be quiet.”

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The smell couldn’t get away from him. It felt as if the fire had seared the smell into his clothes, his hair, his very skin. He could still smell the Mentor’s burning flesh as he walked up the stairs of the fortress. 

All was in a disarray but there was finally an allusion of calm. The stunt that Abbas and his cohorts had pulled to try and usurp Altair had caused a commotion among not just the brothers in the Order, but the innocent villagers as well. Altair had burned the body of Al Mualim. What was the meaning of this?

Rauf, for his part, had to see for himself. He couldn’t believe what he had witnessed–surely there was an explanation…

And yet, he couldn’t help but feel distressed. His chest was filled with a fire he had never felt. He felt…hurt? No. Angry? He wasn’t certain. 

Betrayed. Yes, he felt betrayed.

When he found the other, then perhaps he could get some answers. Perhaps he could quell this fire in his belly. And get this stench off of his very soul.

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  Outrage, distress, confusion coursed through the collective vein of the Brotherhood with their former master’s ashes hardly cool, and for what he had wrought with their minds ere an end was put to him. Now they flocked to their brother, the one who had wielded his blade against his mentor, to bring him their anger, their questions.

  But as Altaïr stood in Al Mualim’s place he had few answers for them, few that convinced the others easily of his reasons, few that explained the Old Man’s final madness—for, though he himself had witnessed it, how to convey what he had seen in the garden? Yet, the chaos here was almost harder to bear. ‘{ You must let me speak, if you wish for answers! }’ he appealed to the crowd in the courtyard, by now civilians and assassins alike. ‘{ You shall have all that I can give. }’

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  ‘Here we seek to reveal the danger of blind faith, yet we are practitioners ourselves.’                                                                                                                                        credit.

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|| as i’m finally done with deleting all my old posts as of last night, and thus the reboot being p. much complete, i also rearranged and renamed my verses, if you have the time, please check it out here on the (very temporary) new verses page.

ETA: if anyone from a different fandom is looking to establish a (crossover-)verse to interact, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message!

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If you read the rules and information of a rp page before interaction, can you reblog this, please? I want to see how many do.

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  ‘Here we seek to reveal the danger of blind faith, yet we are practitioners ourselves.’                                                                                                                                        credit.

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"I'll fight beside you."

Violence/Death themed ask memes/prompts

  “Beside me or beside all my brothers?”

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|| still want dat prince of persia au