[closed] two assassins walk into a badland

[aquilus]

Who: Jacob & Altaïr
When: Late July
Where: Free Cities/Badlands
What: Questin'
Warnings: Probably violence

[Altaïr hadn't planned to partner with Jacob on this task. He hardly needs the help, and if he did, there are others he trusts more.

And yet. It's a curious thing to have another Assassin here, particularly one he doesn't know, particularly one from the far future. There is much he has yet to come to know about Jacob Frye, even if he doesn't count their time spent in that other life — and he doesn't — and Altaïr isn't sure he'll like all of it. But then man has a care for the creed, if not a detailed knowledge of it, and that has to count for something.

(He certainly hopes it does.)

If nothing else, Jacob has a care for the people they mean to aid. Altaïr lets him lead their journey into the badlands for a while, if only to see how he'll do, but there's not much to test either of them. Nearly an hour into their journey, though, he urges his horse forward to ride alongside the other man.]

Careful. Someone's waiting for us.

[Why does he say this? Even he isn't sure. He doesn't see anything obviously wrong; maybe he heard a small sound, too quiet for his ears to truly register but enough to trigger unconscious alarm. Regardless, his instincts are suddenly alerting, and he has learned to listen to them.]

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[rookvision]

[Nothing is true, everything is permitted. Jacob might be a gang leader and, as an Assassin, somewhat lacking (as his own dear father would’ve put it if he were still alive, the bloody git), but the creed is carved into his very bones. It sits in the very heart of him, and he holds to it and its tenets as closely as he can.

You don’t need to know the history of the Assassins, he thinks, to cleave to the tenets they hold dear.

He slows his horse down, until it’s trotting beside Altaïr’s. He pats her neck gently.]

You’re a good horse.

[He can’t open Eagle Vision like this, riding a horse and moving fast at the same time. He can’t tell how many people are lying in wait from here, but he hums, thinking.]

We need a vantage point, but whoever’s watching might notice if one of us just breaks off… [Hm.] Stage a quarrel? You can storm off and then find somewhere high up, I’ll be very loud and very distracting.