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thearena2015-10-02 09:56 pm
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What if these men are not meant to die?
Who| Alain Johns atouchofka & Altaïr ibn La-Ahad
What| attempted murder
Where| the forest
When| sep 29
Warnings/Notes| attempted murder!
Altaïr was going to stick to his plan this time. Hide, wait out the arena, and only kill those who tried to kill him. It wasn't about getting back Al Mualim's approval by following the Creed to the letter anymore; the old man was back home. It wasn't even about easing his conscience.
When he killed Jack Sparrow, Altaïr saw the sort of man he might become if he continued flouting the Creed, even if he did still question it. He could not afford to kill another innocent again and be no better than the Peacekeepers mindlessly following orders. He was still having trouble asking himself the hard questions about the Gamemakers—whether it was right to kill them, the true purpose of their Games—but keeping to the Creed seemed straightforward enough. He wouldn't be pulling any magical swords from stones this time.
He had gotten some climbing equipment—a good supplement to his abilities—and a winter cloak at the Cornucopia. A tempered metal contraption was the only thing that puzzled him. Altaïr was too curious for his own good, but since there was no one around to ask, he crouched behind a bush and decided to figure it out himself. It had moving parts, and could be folded and unfolded into something easy to hold. It was some sort of weapon, but he wasn't sure what kind. It looked so different from any the Peacekeepers carried... He was familiar with mechanisms like the Hidden Blade, but this was far more complicated than that. He flipped a switch and felt it thrum quietly to life, not unlike the appliances in the kitchen.
He was turning it over to inspect the underside when it exploded from the front in a burst of light and sound. He clutched his chest where the recoil had hit him, making sure he wasn't wounded, and backed slowly away from where he'd dropped the cyborg gun on the ground. He still wanted to puzzle the damn thing out, but not at the cost of his life. That, and he was sure the noise would have attracted attention...
atouchofka & Altaïr ibn La-AhadWhat| attempted murder
Where| the forest
When| sep 29
Warnings/Notes| attempted murder!
Altaïr was going to stick to his plan this time. Hide, wait out the arena, and only kill those who tried to kill him. It wasn't about getting back Al Mualim's approval by following the Creed to the letter anymore; the old man was back home. It wasn't even about easing his conscience.
When he killed Jack Sparrow, Altaïr saw the sort of man he might become if he continued flouting the Creed, even if he did still question it. He could not afford to kill another innocent again and be no better than the Peacekeepers mindlessly following orders. He was still having trouble asking himself the hard questions about the Gamemakers—whether it was right to kill them, the true purpose of their Games—but keeping to the Creed seemed straightforward enough. He wouldn't be pulling any magical swords from stones this time.
He had gotten some climbing equipment—a good supplement to his abilities—and a winter cloak at the Cornucopia. A tempered metal contraption was the only thing that puzzled him. Altaïr was too curious for his own good, but since there was no one around to ask, he crouched behind a bush and decided to figure it out himself. It had moving parts, and could be folded and unfolded into something easy to hold. It was some sort of weapon, but he wasn't sure what kind. It looked so different from any the Peacekeepers carried... He was familiar with mechanisms like the Hidden Blade, but this was far more complicated than that. He flipped a switch and felt it thrum quietly to life, not unlike the appliances in the kitchen.
He was turning it over to inspect the underside when it exploded from the front in a burst of light and sound. He clutched his chest where the recoil had hit him, making sure he wasn't wounded, and backed slowly away from where he'd dropped the cyborg gun on the ground. He still wanted to puzzle the damn thing out, but not at the cost of his life. That, and he was sure the noise would have attracted attention...