Freedom
He stared out the window, watching a bird fly right on by. The sky was so blue, so welcoming. His hood down and revealing the soft brown strands he hid from the world constantly - well, back when he was in Masyaf.
Where there were guards roamed the streets and valleys, tormenting those who they deemed 'unworthy' of living happy lives. And that was what the Creed was made to protect, to save these poor souls and let them live without fear.
But then again, they also feared the Assassins. That seemed a bit ass backwards, didn't it?
Pushing to stand erect Altair reached out his hands, pressing the bottom of his palms to press against the wood to push the window up, reveal his presence to the world. To New York to be more specific. Although the air was polluted - a word he learned about after wandering about the building he was confined in, something about 'The world is becoming more and more polluted with each passing day -' and other things, finding out that it came from the TV when a young woman named Dana showed him it.
Now that one of the Mercers crossed his mind, the elder of the two managed to nab his attention while the brunet began to crawl the window.
Wondering what the other man did while he was gone, pondering if Alex even thought about how much he made his sister worry about him.
Grasping a slightly loosened brick he lowered himself down towards the ground.
Altair's hood whipped to the side as the wind attacked his figure, tightening his grasp slightly on the bricks, almost activating the mechanism within his left gauntlet and the blade springing out. Breathing out a soft huff he looked down.
It's not that he didn't appreciate what the two had done for him, he wasn't running away either.
He just hated being confined like an animal.
Sure those 'Hunter' things were a problem but it couldn't be that hard to outrun such a beast... Though when he saw his first one he wasn't prepared for what it was since he had only a split second until the thing could have killed him.
About a week ago...
That's when he met the Mercers - actually, Dana. Poor girl was being picked on by a handful of men and the Assassin would not let it slide when they wouldn't leave her be.
Although that got him a smack upside the head and being yelled at in a language Altair just couldn't comprehend...
Feeling his right foot tap the ground the tanned male let go of the wall and turned slowly, hands moving to pull his hood up. Only to then see familiar ice blue spheres stare at him from a few feet away.
"..."
Could he blame him for wanting to stretch and wander about like the virus infested man had the freedom to do?
Seeing the other turn to look away had a soft smirk tug at his lips.
Alex understood.
Soda
Both males stared across the table at one another, more so at the glass between the two of them.
It contained a dark fluid, that was making strange 'fizzle' sounds, and there were bubbles riding up a hidden flow to the top, popping once they reached the top and tiny little droplets scattering about.
Golden hues darted up to the cold ones his companion had before looking back down at the cup.
After a few moments Alex reached a hand out, about to grab the object before a tanned hand reached it first and pulled it to the owner's side. Looking up with narrowed eyes the dark haired Mercer scowled whilst Altair took a sip.
Only to pull it away it a quick motion.
There had been a blast of flavor, and it tasted so...sweet, nothing like water - and he wasn't an idiot, he knew it wasn't water but still. Even the bitterness of coffee didn't have him have this much of a reaction.
What was this?
"...it's called 'soda.'" came the simple, blunt, to the point, explanation.
Oh, so that's what this was...
Interesting.
'colorful language'
"Shit!"
A loud 'thump' echoed about in the house, causing Altair to jerk his head up and stare up at the cieling where Dana's little 'research center' was. Pushing up to head up he peered around the corner to see that a certain leather wearing man was staring at the mouse he'd destroyed.
Oh, Dana was going to be furious that her friend's computer's mouse was broken. Though she could just use her laptop - well, Alex's laptop. But that computer was for personal, fun-time, use.
"...dammit."
Stepping away from the wall Altair looked down on the electronic device. Poor thing was done for, dead, broken to the point of no return, kaputt. Just...no, it was done for.
"...that...will need to be replaced." he pointed out, motioning to it. Only to have Alex turn and glare at him like he was going to slaughter him any second now.
"No shit, Sherlock."
"That is not -"
"I know, dammit!"
Falling silent for a moment, yellow spheres simply observed while Alex slowly set down the broken mouse.
"...what does...'shit' mean?" Altair questioned simply then heard someone approach behind him and turned to see Dana standing there with a dumbfounded look.
Blue hues glanced between he and Alex before Dana simply frowned deeply. "What the fuck have you done to the computer, Alex?"
"...nothing."
"Bullshit!"
Apparently he would not find out what this word meant until this fight was over. ...damn. Moving around the enraged woman the Assassin made his way back downstairs.