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[ 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. )
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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[ Sorry Ezio, he isn't going to let you find out where it has been hiding it.
He disappears into one of the back rooms only for a moment, uncovering the Apple from it's hiding place. It only takes him a few moments, soon enough he is back with the orb faintly glowing in his hand. ]
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What will we do with it?
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Look into it. [ He realizes how bizarre that sounds, however he cannot think of any better words. ] I must search the Apple, to see if it has the answers we seek.
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He moves closer and looks into it.]
How does it work?
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The Apple reacts to the mind of its user, that is all I know. [ Which could be considered to be alot because WOW ALIEN TECH. :| ] I simply have to... think.
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[He reaches to touch it.]
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That makes little sense.
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Also he shrugs.]
We could find a way to make sense of it, could we not?
SCREAMING SHUT UP JENN, I DIDNGDKFHIFHGSDGHUIERHUGIFDHGJKFDGSDJKFSHJGFD /SOBBS FOREVER
Perhaps, I would not say it is an impossible task only a difficult one.
AAHASHJKDJAHKDAH AHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA
YOU'RE HORRIBLE AND I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU MORe
What does it mean?
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The Apple knows nothing of this place. [ A beat, the lights fade and Altaïr opens his eyes. ] Or the power of Paradisa is beyond that of the Apple's creators.
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How come you can speak with it and I cannot?
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It is not that you cannot, it is more than you don't know how. [ And he may have spent unhealthy amounts of time with his Apple...
Slowly he places the orb on the counter, taking care not to jostle it. ]