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[When the video turns on it's to a very displeased looking man, and apparently one who doesn't realize he just triggered the video function. He regardes the screen suspiciously for a few moments before huffing a sigh and just dropping his hand to his side. Everyone gets an exciting view of the dirt of field as he walks.]

This- this is too temperamental for Masyaf. If- [He freezes when something rustles. Oh look, a friendly scarecrow! Malik drops the dreamberry, making the view only of the scarecrow hobbling up. There's the ominous sound of a small blade being unsheathed.] What foul sorcery is this?

[Apparently the scarecrow has some fruit it wants to share, but by Malik's tone it doesn't sound like coming closer will be good for the scarecrow's health.]

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[Malik had to pause a moment- without the hood Ezio struck him suddenly, the shape of his face even with the beard was startlingly familiar. Malik was good with faces, it was a skill he forced himself to perfect when he was placed in a bureau. Know the novices, know the active agents, know the guards that patrolled the streets by their safehouse, but this face- no, he would not need such a skill to recognize who it reminded him of. Altair was far too intwined in his life, good and bad, for Malik to forget.

He nods, sitting, at the table with a quick glance at what covered it before his eyes went back to Ezio.]

My thanks, Ezio Auditore. [He offered, though now his suspicion was resurfacing.] You are the second man I have met claiming to be both from the future and the Order.

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Another of Altair's line. [And there it was. Malik considers this information a moment, glancing at the scar he nearly missed over the other man's lip. Desmond too- funny how something as simple as a wound passed through the generations. Perhaps there was more to it than he though. Then again, in this place that seemed to be the norm.

He doesn't say anything while Ezio talks, watching him instead with an intent expression. It isn't until he mentions being Altair's most trusted friend that he lets out a soft snort, sitting back some. To think only a few years before he wanted the man dead, and now he was known for their friendship.]

Again and again Altair's descendants surprise me. Perhaps I am still too blinded by his past. Indeed now he is a man worthy of upholding the order. Still, his descendants are wiser and humbler than he was in his youth.

[And he looks back to Ezio.] It is something I considered, yes, the danger of what knowledge Desmond may hold - of even what you may hold for my own time. If we are here our enemies may be here- even then I do not know how this dream world may affect that of the waking. There are too many questions and very few facts that are strong enough to bring any ease.

[He frowns a bit when he thinks of the Apple.] ... If you wish to know, I will be honest. I do not trust this artifact, I do not trust such a great power in anyone's hands, even our own. We sacrificed much to obtain it, and in the end even in the hands of our allies, of our Master, it was in the wrong hands.

[He pauses, as if considering if he should say what he does next.] I worry there is something in it that damages it's user- perhaps a corruption even deeper than power. I can tell you what you already know, that you must get this artifact back in the waking world, or here- wherever it may be. What you do with it should it be returned to you- I hope you will be more cautious than Altair.

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