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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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[aviarius]

[ Isn't it pretty? I mean what. ]

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.

[assassino]

It seems impossible. Like magic.

[He reaches to touch it.]

[aviarius]

[ NO TOUCHIE! He pulls it out of his reach. ] I am aware, yet that is how it works.

[assassino]

[He frowns.]

That makes little sense.

[aviarius]

[ His mother twitches into a slight smile. ] You expected anything in regards to the Apple to make sense? [ SILLY EZIO. ]

[assassino]

[Ezio looks at Altair's mother and approves. His mom's got it going on.

Also he shrugs.]

We could find a way to make sense of it, could we not?

SCREAMING SHUT UP JENN, I DIDNGDKFHIFHGSDGHUIERHUGIFDHGJKFDGSDJKFSHJGFD /SOBBS FOREVER

[aviarius]

[ MOUTH MOUTH MOUTH, SHUT UP. YOU KNOW I MEANT MOUTH. ]

Perhaps, I would not say it is an impossible task only a difficult one.

AAHASHJKDJAHKDAH AHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA

[assassino]

Then let's find out.

YOU'RE HORRIBLE AND I LOVE YOU

[aviarius]

[ For a moment nothing happens, then suddenly the Apple glows brighter and warms in his hands. Faint lights dance across the room, Altaïr frowns at the orb as if what he is being shown makes no senses. Or rather the lack of things. ]

I LOVE YOU MORe

[assassino]

[Ezio moves back a step, but he doesn't shy away -- instead he follows the lights.]

What does it mean?

[aviarius]

[ No answer. His brow furrows deeper, he demands more than asks but gets nothing in return. ]

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.

[assassino]

[He frowns.]

How come you can speak with it and I cannot?

[aviarius]

[ BECAUSE YOU'RE STUPID. ]

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. ]