Hardly a sound was audible throughout the assassin headquarters as the Master Assasin made his way into the library to where Ezio's desk sat, undisturbed. He smiled to himself when he detected no sign of the older man.
One thing he noticed since the first key was found, was that Ezio refused to let anyone touch it. For reason's Yusuf wasn't entirely sure. Now he was curious enough, after hearing his friend muttering about some Altair person and throwing knives, where he dared to ignore the warning and stud the glowing golden disks anyways.
On the wooden table sat two of the artifacts, emmiting bright yellow light from the crevases that made sharp patterns in the surface. Carefully, he picked the closer one to him up, holding the warm, light piece of metal in his palm as he looked it over with interest. "Now why did Ezio think it best to avoid anyone touching these?" He pondered aloud.
With that, the disk flashed brightly, and in his shock, the Assassin almost dropped it. Effects came quickly, far too quickly for him to handle. His head pulsed as pain overrided his senses. He didn't know if he screamed or not, but he was sure that he dropped the disk in his agony.
If only he had listened...
He came slowly back to his senses, soon to realize he had collapsed on the floor. The world was spinning, the floor was shaking, and he couldn't keep his thoughts straight. With clumsiness, he stood up, and fell fowards on his hands and feet. He dully pondered why he could be in such a position with his back straight, and why it felt oddly more comfortable than standing on his feet.
"What was that noise?"
That voice! He reconized it! Ezio! Panic begun to settle in as he realized that he'd probably get into trouble by trying to study his keys. In his fear, he hadn't realized how much larger the world seemed, or that he was running forward on all fours as he hurried to escape the scene.
That's when he hit a road block, the door. He glared at it as he tried to bat at the knob to try and open it. With each footstep, he knew Ezio was getting closer, even closer to dealing punishment for not listening to him, until he found himself being lifted up by the skin on his neck, which didn't hurt as much as it should.
"How did a cat get in here?"