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[aviarius]

[ It's been too long, he's spent far too much time hidden away, staring into golden lights. He can clearly hear Malik's disapproval, his demands that he destroy the cursed object, or at the very least put it away and get some air. And food.

He does as the phantom demands, putting the object away hiding it from sight. (Into a place only he knows.) He goes outside too, collecting his journal from the counter as he passes by and settles himself on the nest of cushions placed nicely in the corner of the small courtyard.

Though it does little to help the creeping pain in his head, it would certainly appease his friend... temporarily.

Once comfortable he flicks through the journal. He wonders what the castle at large is up to today. ]

We fall into previous habits without pause, as if we never left. [ Altaïr has his doubts about his leaving in the first place. He can no longer be sure if he truly did or not. ] And Paradisa remains still, even as the seasons change.



( ooc; guess what? this is open both via the journal and in person, if any roof climbers feel like stumbling upon the buearu roof in the city. the hatch is currently open and grumpy pants assassin is visible down below. )

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[assassino]

[He's dropping in, looking annoyed but ultimately glad to be done work for the day. Well, done some of it. He's done all the work he intends to do for the day, anyway.]

Are you a poet now? That sounds like an attempt to be.

[aviarius]

[ He heard him approach and so doesn't react physically when Ezio drops through the hatch. ]

I have no talent, or desire to become a poet. [ Seriously, can you imagine? ] I was making an observation.

[assassino]

[dryly]

I was teasing.

Any how, I am finished for the day.

dictateddddd

[secondchances]

[Oh, hey. That's a vaguely familiar voice.]

It was... I'll-tie-ear, right?

[aviarius]

[ Steph... stop butchering his name. ]

Yes.

[secondchances]

[Don't worry about it, Al.]

How's it going?

[heloise]

Constancy is no vice.

[aviarius]

No, it is not.

dictated

[ex_avenged224]

Likely this place does not want us to change at all. We do not age, and so why should we do anything else that throws us out of our precious comforts?

[aviarius]

It is in our nature to change to some degree, we cannot deny it as much as we cannot deny the breath within our lungs. Though these constants are needed to handle the chaos of this world, leaning on them heavily will only harm us in the long run.

[ex_avenged224]

Why are they needed to handle it? They're only crutches; if we threw them aside, we would accomplish greater things than bickering over something as stupid as whether we should have laws.

dictated!

[ino]

People need something constant and regular in their lives, if they can't depend on the world around them to be that way for them.

[aviarius]

In a world such as this, these constants are even more needed than before. [ And yet part of him does. not. like. it. ]

[psych0p0mps]

whos we

[aviarius]

Those who returned with their memories.

[psych0p0mps]

ohh
are you talking about complacency then

[dictated]

[thehistorian]

And if a tree falls in the forest, does anyone hear it? [maybe he shouldn't be being sarcastic to Altaïr. just maybe.]

[aviarius]

[ ............ Enjoy the silence Shaun, it is all you're getting. ]

[thehistorian]

That's what habits are, anyway. Things you fall back on. [It's okay. Shaun is good at continuing to talk even when he should shut up. It's a gift.]

dictated

[seventeenth]

[Altaïr, what?] Habits are sneaky like that.

[aviarius]

[ He is having deep thoughts Desmond, don't be alarmed. ] They are, unlike others.

dictation;

[wishmadeinfire]

Disconcerting, is it not?

[aviarius]

Quite.

[peacockherald]

<sub>[Vanyel was an albino peacock this week or so, and because of it, well... it means he can fly. Sort of. That tail makes it hard, but he can go short distances and up things, which was how he got to the roof in an attempt to escape mean little children tugging his tail in town. Really, no manners! Yfnades laughed, of course , and sent him her sympathies, but it wasn't the same.

He was walking along the roofs, hugging to himself, not really watching where he was going when... oops.

He let out a shriek as he plummeted, flapping his wings.

So guess what, Altair? You know have an albino peacock in the buearu. Surprise!]</sub>

[aviarius]

[ The noise certainly surprises the assassin, journal momentarily discarded and body already moving from a comfortable position to that of battle readiness. Once he confirms the only danger is the bird somehow hurting itself, he relaxes (only just), head tilting in faint confusion.

It is not a bird he has seen before in his life.

He does not approach, remaining as still as possible, it does not appear to the best at flying. Perhaps due to injury, or something else. ]