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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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[livethecreed]

I did not encounter a creature you described. I awoke here, with it nearby.[And now his voice becomes a bit more cautious, obviously testing the waters and wondering if this Malik is the one he knows. There had been no insults, but...] I had believed it to be another illusion.

I will consult the map I have. Find where you are.

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[Malik is, of course, unaware that there are any time shenanigans, but he does assume that maybe Altair wishes to be discrete about the artifact.] I had thought the same, considering how ironic that creature's choice of offering was.

[Malik huffs a bit, starting to pace.] I do not like this Altair. I feel we have fallen even deeper into worlds we do not understand- ones we were never meant to understand. Only this new madness does not come pouring out of golden light.

[And he pauses.] I shall be waiting. Safety and peace, brother.

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[livethecreed]

[Altair releases a breath in relief. He doesn't have to explain about Al Mualim. One less thing to worry about.]

It is a strange world here. I do not want to speak of all over this... thing [He shakes the communication device he is holding to show what he is talking about.]

There is much to tell you. I will be there soon. [He's already started heading towards him, jumping from building to building and making his way steadily across town.]

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[Malik's going to pace around the field some, pointedly avoiding the witchcraft scarecrows and their apples or whatever it is they did. He was trying very hard to heed the words he had heard hundreds of times- nothing was true. Then he should be able to accept this.

Unfortunately it was not so easy.

Instead he settles for surveying the land, figuring out what was around him and what he still had on him. A few throwing knives at least, that was better than nothing.]

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[livethecreed]

[Altair jumped from the rooftops when he saw the row of houses ending. He was familiar enough with the area to know that there were several different fields and he was unsure which Malik was in.

Altair moved as quickly as he could between one church tower and another, using the Eagle Vision to search for Malik. He was beginning to worry when he finally noticed a flash of blue out in the distance.

Reflexively, he almost jumped from the bell tower but stopped himself, remembering that there was no bale of hay at the base.

It only took him a few minutes to make his way across the field, and he slowed before he approached Malik. He did not want a knife to be tossed at him.]

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[Malik was quick to notice the approach, mostly due to the hypervigilance paranoia over those scarecrows had given him. He eyes Altair a moment before relaxing somewhat, striding over with something of an agitated look.]

I had wondered if this sorcery- [cue a nasty look to the dreamberry tucked into his belt.] had made an illusion of you to taunt me with. Magic mirrors, dreams, how is it wherever I follow you- willingly or not- is rife with madness?

[Translation: It's good to see you, bro.]

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[livethecreed]

It appears to be a talent of mine. [There's a bit of bitterness in his voice]

It is good to see you Malik. Though I do wish it were under more pleasant circumstances. [This place wasn't... exactly bad.]

Have you been given any information yet? [He doesn't want to repeat what others have already told Malik.]

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[Malik sighs.] And you, brother. It is good to know one soul here, and better to know that it is a man I can rely on. I doubt many others have the same good fortune.

[And he considers this] I have been told it is a world of dreams and not much else. Some of the people here seem as mad as this place.

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[livethecreed]

[He still isn't used to Malik not insulting him, and so it takes him a moment to respond.]

What they have said is true. This place takes us while we sleep, and we continue to sleep until it releases us. There are many here, from different times and different worlds.

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[At least now he only insults him when he thinks he deserves it. Read: probably a lot.]

Different times? [He frowns] And you- are you from a different time?

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[livethecreed]

[Well good, Altair would be so lost if he wasn't getting insulted at every turn.

A brief pause is all he gives before trying to answer Malik.]

I do not believe we are from different times. Did we just remove the traitor to our Brotherhood? [He still doesn't quite want to admit out loud that Al Mualim used them all for so long. Plus, if Malik did not know, he didn't want to ruin his friend's memory of their mentor.]

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[[Sorry, lj notifs hate me B(]]

[Malik frowns a little at that- it was hard to think of their old Master in such a way, even now. He knew it was harder for Altair.] Yes, he is gone and Masyaf is being rebuilt, slowly.

[He gives Altair a searching look.] Do you have it here? [That strange Apple Malike could not bring himself to trust.]

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[livethecreed]

((OOC:No problem! And if you want to make this after the thread with Desmond so he knows about him that's cool with me.))

[A quick bob of his head was the only answer he gave on the subject. It wouldn't do for someone to overhear.]

There is more. Another is here who claims to be my descendant from the future. [As if the dream world wasn't strange enough on it's own]

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[ooc; sounds good~]

[Malik frowns.] Desmond Miles, the man with your face- and your scar. I saw him on this thing, and he claimed the same.

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[livethecreed]

[The urge to roll his eyes in exasperation at Desmond is almost to strong to suppress, but Altair manages. Barely]

He tells the truth. Though he tends to not speak it well.

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[Malik has to snort at that.] So I had noticed. Still, he seems to be humble. I nearly didn't believe his claims on that fact alone. To think, it only takes nine hundred years for that hard headed arrogance to make it's way out of your line.

[Did I say something about not insulting Altair? Oops. At least now when he does it he doesn't sound like he wishes Altair to drop dead on the spot.

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[livethecreed]

[The glare he's sending you, not amused... well, not really.]

I believe he simply did not want something thrown at him upon your meeting.

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[Malik is completely unfazed, what a jerk]

If he has to worry then perhaps you have not been training his reflexes properly- you have been training him, have you not?

[action] And now for the explanation that will make them both so damn confused... or maybe not

[livethecreed]

According to several I have met I was here before, though I have no recollection of it. He was training Desmond and I shall continue it. But I do not know how experienced he is.

I arrived here only a few weeks ago and have yet to train with him. Though I do know he is well trained when it comes to blending in with crowds.

[action] Confusion on top of confusion, oh life

[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

Another you before you? [His brow raises.] A child claimed the same of me, she said we had met, which I do not recall.

Do you trust him, Altair?

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[livethecreed]

Perhaps it is this place. Stolen memories do not seem so unlikely here.

[But now he hesitates, because logically he shouldn't trust Desmond at all. He has no proof that what the other says is true beyond the similarity in their appearance. Yet he can't shake the feeling that the other is being truthful.]

I do. Although I would not be able to say why. [There's another more uncomfortable pause] Your opinion would be most valued Malik. Perhaps you will see a manipulation I do not. [Asking for help? That hurt.]

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

It is certainly not the strangest I have seen in my short time here. [He was pretty sure Desmond was the strangest thing so far.

Malik gives him something of a searching look before nodding. It was still strange to deal with Altair as he was now, he was always ready to shoot down whatever arrogant comment may come out of his comrade's mouth but- nothing.] Some things are beyond the scope of simple explanation. I will keep an eye on him but... I believe your instinct may be correct. This story of his, it is far too ridiculous and complex to be a clever ruse.

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[livethecreed]

No. It is not. [Desmond is honestly the strangest thing he's seen. Him, have children? Unthinkable.]

I doubt he will be able to deceive the both of us.

Come. We should make our way out of the fields.

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[need-a-hand.livejournal.com]

[Children 900 years in the future with his scar, no less.]

[Malik nods] As one so recently promoted from novice you should know his skills. [Might be teasing/mocking you there, just a little B| ] Very well- where do we head?

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[livethecreed]

[The scowl on his face is fierce enough to kill. He really did not miss that insult

He turned and began to walk to the West.]

This way. I found a bureau when I arrived. It is of the same set up as those in our world.