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star_kingdom2012-03-27 09:40 pm
bloodandfeathers) wrote in star_kingdom2012-03-27 09:40 pm
✵ [002] ✵ Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad // Video // Agrabah
[Our favorite hooded assassin is back on the network accompanied by his brother-in-arms who, as always, seems to be doing his fair share of critiquing things and ordering people around. His favorite pass time, of course is bossing Altair but he's curiously found his way to the second landing of the home they had just acquired.]
This place. Although it is not home it brings a familiar feeling.
[He moved over to one of the big windows and looked down. Good. They had a decent opening. This was definitely a good base for operations.]
Malik, come.
[And just as Malik was coming up the stairway making all the noise in the world, a pot at the very corner of the room began to rumble as it shook. The assassin's froze, Malik's hand at the blade on his shoulder and Altair reading his hidden blade.]
It looks as if we are not alone.
[Malik takes a few steps forward, drawing his blade as he nears the pot.
He stands there for a moment, and pushes the pot with his blade. It was then that something very fluffy suddenly jetted out at him, and onto his face. He left out a muffled yell before he stumbled backwards, and fell onto his rear.
He dropped his blade and pulled whatever it was off of him. It was...a sheep. A tiny, yellow sheep.]
Sheep?
[Altair moved beside Malik, peering at the creature that was hanging so pathetically at the will of his fellow brother.]
A very strange sheep.
[OOC: Red = Altair, Blue = Malik!]
This place. Although it is not home it brings a familiar feeling.
[He moved over to one of the big windows and looked down. Good. They had a decent opening. This was definitely a good base for operations.]
Malik, come.
[And just as Malik was coming up the stairway making all the noise in the world, a pot at the very corner of the room began to rumble as it shook. The assassin's froze, Malik's hand at the blade on his shoulder and Altair reading his hidden blade.]
It looks as if we are not alone.
[Malik takes a few steps forward, drawing his blade as he nears the pot.
He stands there for a moment, and pushes the pot with his blade. It was then that something very fluffy suddenly jetted out at him, and onto his face. He left out a muffled yell before he stumbled backwards, and fell onto his rear.
He dropped his blade and pulled whatever it was off of him. It was...a sheep. A tiny, yellow sheep.]
Sheep?
[Altair moved beside Malik, peering at the creature that was hanging so pathetically at the will of his fellow brother.]
A very strange sheep.
[OOC: Red = Altair, Blue = Malik!]
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