Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AUSuddenly the TV screen turned from dark and scary to glaringly bright and cheery as yet another commercial interrupted the movie.
"We should've just gotten a DVD..." Altair groaned. He nuzzled closer to Malik as he muted the TV. For a while they blankly watched the screen. A group of very stylish looking teenagers featured in an ad for CREED sweaters. At the end the brand's motto 'Everything is permitted.' flashed across the screen.
"Guess what..." Malik said, looking away from the TV and at Altair next to him. " 'Everything is permitted' is actually the second half of the last words of the first Hashishin leader: 'Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine.' "
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted...", translated Altair, thoughtfully. "Where do you get all these random facts?"
"You know" Altair said. "I'm wearing a CREED hoodie right now. Does that make me an assassin?"
Malik chuckled quietly. "I doubt it...."
Altair sat up, pulling his hood up and down low o
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"But Malik-" Altaïr tried to apologize
Altaïr looked at him apoligeticly "Please, if you would just-"
"NOW!" Malik yelled
Altaïr sighed "Alright, I'll leave." He walked over to the wall he'd climb "I'll come back later when you're not in such a bad mood."
"Don't bother! I don't want to see you again!" Malik yelled from the other room.
Altaïr silently climbed the wall and left. Malik's last statement had hurt him.
Malik looked at the mess on his desk. Ink and ash were everywhere. "Damn Novice," Malik mumbled as he started to clean. Altaïr had been reaching for a piece of fruit when he had knocked over the ink pot spilling it. Then in his haste to move stuff out of the way of the speading ink, he'd knocked the incense burner over too, getting ash everywhere. Including on a map Malik had spent all morning on.
By the time Malik got the mess cleaned up, it was late afternoon. Malik left the bureau to buy someting to eat.
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Darkness had a talent for swallowing entire cities back then. Fought by candles, flickering flames scared away the monsters that surely lurked behind the curtain of onyx that descended upon streets that bustled in the daylight hours. Only a certain few actually roamed about at this time of night. Everyone else was tucked away in their beds, dreaming peacefully, or rolling fitfully through nightmares. Not even the dogs barked this late at night.
Those who dared to disturb the quiet that settled over Jerusalem were few and far between and whispered their necessary conversations, as if speaking at a normal volume would shatter the veil of silence.
Guards patroled, surely, and the clanking of their armour sounded almost like tinkling bells in the dark. It was quite nearly a lullabye for those who were awake to hear it. An expected sound, that if it ever stopped, would result in a restless night. However, most of those lovely men had taken to any particular corner of stone to lean and drift
AC - WaitingWith his head held high, eyes awake, he looked over the city of Masyaf. Three yearsAC - Waiting5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been three years since he had left his "home", his "family", the brotherhood and
He hated himself for leaving the one-armed assassin behind, for having gone with Maria and his son. He hated himself because he had known that he loved not Maria but Malik. Whole-heartedly, in a way so different from the little love he had felt for Maria and which was long since gone, that he couldn't find any words to describe it.
It just felt "right" to be at his side every day, at any time. Malik had always been the first thing he saw in the morning, leaning over the desk of their former master, and also the last thing he saw before falling asleep in the camber the shared for the night. They had been brothers before, then rivals, friends again after they had apologized and masters, side by side And Altair had always wanted a different bond.
And he had told him, just before he
AC - MoonlightAC - Moonlight5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What do you want now?"
An arrogant hand stroke the old oak desk, accompanied by the lively twinkling of two black stars and the brightest of smiles.
"You should be a bit more respectful, shouldn't you, Malik?" Abbas answered in a dangerously mellow voice. "You're about to be given a very important mission- and, after all, I am your Master".
Malik lifted his head fiercely, facing his sardonic expression with stony features.
"If you've been elected by the other brothers, this is not my business" he said, the calmness in his voice defying Abbas's radiant features "and it doesn't mean your title matters to me too".
"Keep calm, brother, don't lose your temper".
"Never fear, Master" the rafiq grinned, bent towards the ground in a huge bow.
A long silence fell between them, along with airy whispers of rage and despise. Abbas walked slowly around the table, a look of sham concern perfectly painted on his face.
"Come on, Al-Sayf" he snorted without looking at him. "You can be as stubbor
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Altair coughed softly before he grimaced at the metallic taste of blood in the back of his throat, gritting his teeth against the pain as he ran, the adrenaline was the only thing that fuelled him to keep moving away from the area as guards chased him down the dusty streets of Jerusalem clutching the wound on his side with a grimace; he hadn't seen the guard coming, he'd been a scared rookie with a sword who'd gotten lucky while Altair had fought off three other guards.
Of course that was no excuse, he had been careless, perhaps even a little cocky; traits he had tried for years to stop, but such impulses proved difficult to quell in the heat of battle.
He could hear the guards yelling orders to find him, he needed to get onto high ground; if he could hide long enough he could make his way to the bureau and face Malik's sharp tongue and insults about him being a novice, but that was better than bleeding to death, and at least Malik would tend to his wounds despite e
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Malik groaned as he heard a thud coming from the main chamber of the bureau. Laying down his quill, he pinched the bridge of his nose and briefly closed his eyes. When his sight returned, he saw the once master assassin waltz in. Suppressing a growl, he turned around and pretended to be looking for a notebook from the shelf behind him.
"Safety and peace, Malik," said Altaïr, walking up to the wooden counter. Half annoyed, Malik turned around and fixed an irritated stare at the white robed brother.
"Just what is it do you want, Altaïr?" demanded Malik, temper rising each passing second. Altaïr's eyes briefly flickered towards the ceiling before returning his gaze to the Dai. He opened his mouth to reply, however Malik cut him off; "Talal is dead. Return to Masayf." And with that Malik turned around once more to search for a map of the rich district. Those Templar hiding places weren't going to be found by themselves and his men needed to know where to begin.