Okay, this is going to be little funny/parody shots of Altaïr, Malik, Ezio, Desmond, ect. This first chapter, god...I was cracking up from typing it. I hope you do too. C:
I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS IN THIS DANG STORY GAWD DANGIT.
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"Mark my words, assassins, we will come back!" Robert de Sable threatened loudly, then called off his men, retreating. Malik heard cheers from some of his fellow assassins, but it disappeared when Al Mualim approached him.
"Malik, meet me in the library immediately!" he commanded to him.
"Yes, master," Malik replied and watched him walk away, and reluctantly, he followed the Grand Master slowly. Was he in trouble? He honestly couldn't tell if Al Mualim was mad at Malik, his brothers, or Robert de Sable. He didn't really remember doing anything that would make his master turn against him.
The assassin trudged up the hill, exhaustion suddenly taking over him quickly. He just couldn't wait to be in the comforts of his bed.
Malik entered the library and made his way to the section where the elder would be waiting for him. But to his surprise, Altaïr and two other brothers of theirs were standing by the desk, and Malik pushed his way to stand next to them.
"Ah, my children, you have all arrived. Now we may start this important meeting," Al Mualim began to talk, and all four sets of eyes stared at him. "You heard Sable's warning. He'll be back, and probably with twice as more men then today," the elder continued, "we have to decide what we are going to do then and before hand."
It got quiet in the room. The assassins were either staring at their feet or biting their bottom lips, obviously in lost thought. Malik focused his eyes at a feather sitting on the desk, becoming oblivious to everything else. Fighting and training came up in his head, but one assassin beat him to it.
"How about if we just train," the one named Sudfa said, "and get better so we can be ready for his next attack?"
Malik let out a grunt to show that he agreed with the young man, his head nodding to the assassin's words.
Al Mualim didn't answer until thinking about the option very carefully. He finally said, "That's a good idea, child. But I'm afraid we would lose more brothers then we did today."
"Did we lose a lot?" The other assassin, Alim, spoke up for the first time. He casually leaned on the desk, fiddling with his thumbs.
"There's no estimate number of how many we lost, but I'm sure it's many," Al Mualim sighed, rubbing his temples. "Death is a strange thing. We will miss the ones we have lost, but life must move on."
Nods of agreement came from the four men along with a few heavy sighs. The quietness lingered for a moment, and Malik shot a quick look at Altaïr. He had been very quiet the whole time; actually, Malik doesn't think he's spoken the entire meeting. He wondered what was going through the assassin's head.
Apparently Al Mualim had been thinking the same thing, because he asked, "Altaïr, why are you so quiet, my child?" He stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"Well..." Altaïr said, and cleared his throat and spoke a bit louder for everyone to hear, "I have an idea..."
"Then speak, my son." All eyes turned to him, and Malik noticed the assassin fidgeted with his hood before continuing.
"Okay, so, why don't we just, like, take Masyaf," Altaïr started, indicating with his hands, "And...push it somewhere else?"
Complete silence filled the room, and the young eagle shifted from foot to foot until Sudfa burst into laughter, leaning over the desk, clutching his stomach. Al Mualim and Alim shared an amused glance, while Malik just mentally facepalmed him.
"Oh, Altaïr...what are we going to do with you?" Malik asked, his lips twitching into a small smile.
"What?" Altaïr stared at them with confusion. "It could work!"
Another laughing fit from Sudfa could be heard, and Malik just shook his head.
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HAI GUISE. WHY DON'T WE JUST, LIEK, TAKE MASYAF, AND LIEK, MOVE IT SOMEWHERE ELSE.
Dying.